The Strongest Brain in the Interstellar

Just as their specialized shooting training was halfway through, Jiang Hui thought it would continue like this. It wasn’t until the fourth day of training that Nie Erqi brought in a group of special guests.

In the afternoon, when everyone gathered at the training ground, they unexpectedly found that Nie Erqi was not present this time; only their instructor, Stark, was there waiting.

As the class instructor, Stark didn’t say much. He simply called everyone to gather and led several training activities. Then they saw Nie Erqi hastily arriving at the training ground from a distance, accompanied by three people.

Their training was originally conducted according to designated areas, with each training ground being quite large. Even within the same training ground, there were distinct zones. It was almost impossible for classes to intermingle, so during these days of training, they mostly interacted with people from their own class and rarely came into contact with those from other classes, unless they took the initiative to make friends.

It was indeed quite rare to see people from other classes during lessons.

However, looking at their attire… it seemed somewhat different. Although they wore the same style of training uniforms, there was something distinct about them that was hard to identify at first glance.

It wasn’t until Nie Erqi introduced these three as seniors from the second year that Jiang Hui realized what the difference was.

Beska Intermediate Academy was a school, so it naturally had its own uniforms, which were quite standard and not unattractive. In addition to the regular school uniforms worn daily, there were training uniforms and uniforms that somewhat resembled military attire, typically used for certain ceremonial occasions.

The style of the uniforms was the same, but the patterns on the cuffs and collar edges varied by grade. The first years had vine patterns, the second years had thorn patterns, and the third years had lush floral patterns.

The three students who had arrived were clearly wearing the thorn-patterned training uniforms, meaning they were all seniors from the second year.

Why had Instructor Nie Erqi brought these second-year seniors over? Everyone couldn’t help but speculate, trying to control their impulse to discuss it with those around them. After days of intense training from the instructors, they had learned to be more obedient and compliant, unlike before when they acted on whims, straying from the ranks to do as they pleased.

Thus, they were all eagerly hoping their beloved instructor would clarify their doubts. So, one by one, they looked at Nie Erqi with eager eyes, waiting for his instructions.

Noticing their eagerness, Nie Erqi didn’t keep them guessing. He introduced the newcomers, explaining that they were second-year students who would be assisting with practice for the next three days.

Jiang Hui had not expected that after more than half of the specialized shooting training, they would have this additional event. She had thought they would be using the positioning nets until the end. But what purpose could inviting the second-year seniors to practice serve? She couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled.

Of course, it soon became clear to her what Nie Erqi meant by “assisting in practice” and what role it would play.

It was quite simple: it was merely to serve as a demonstration and a warning, carrying a strong element of showing authority.

All the new students present were newcomers, each one no matter how well they learned, felt as fearless as calves who didn’t fear tigers. With their levels being relatively similar, they naturally believed they had learned quite a bit.

The biggest taboo when learning any skill was being stuck in a comfort zone and not understanding one’s true level.

Nie Erqi could forgive them for being unaware and inexperienced, but he would not allow them to become complacent. Therefore, to break this state, it was essential to bring in some powerful external forces to shatter their understanding.

Of course, the external force needed to have sufficient capability or an overwhelming advantage over these young students. If they were to bring in third-year students, it would be too much for them, similar to Nie Erqi himself, as the significant difference would make it difficult to stimulate the competitive spirit of the younger students.

However, the second-year students had just completed a year of fairly rigorous training, and they all had a certain level of skill and proficiency, more than enough to fulfill this role of demonstrating authority.

Though the others were better off, he wondered how effective it would be on those two individuals…

After all, no matter how good their potential, they were still beginners and had limitations. Nie Erqi shook off his somewhat unrealistic worries and expressionlessly explained the rules for the practice session to everyone.

Although it was called a practice session, it was actually a demonstration; the freshmen would continue their usual shooting while the three second-year students would be grouped in a comparative format, shooting from the same line.

Perhaps for the sake of neatness in comparison, the instructor changed the original grouping from five people to three and divided the large targeting net into two equal smaller sections to enhance the comparative effect.

However, the numbers on the left and right sides created a stark contrast: the left side had three people lined up, stretched back over a dozen rows with significant distance between each row, while the right side had only the three solitary individuals, creating a notable imbalance.

Was this meant to have those three people engage in a wheel battle against their group? Jiang Hui felt a bit confused, but it seemed that was how it was arranged. She didn’t think too much about it, planning to go along with the flow.

Then, just in the first round, these calves still in their ivory towers gained a new perspective.

They had thought they were learning quite well. Shooting wasn’t that complicated; it was just about positioning, aiming the gun, pulling the bolt, squeezing the trigger, and hitting the target. Although the process was indeed as simple as that, the execution by different people varied greatly in style and presence.

The same sequence of actions could be executed with fluidity, speed, precision, and a strong sense of rhythm, with no trace of clumsiness at all.

If the freshmen could only claim to be experiencing the thrill of a shooting game, the second-year students had already exhibited the demeanor of skilled shooters, moving beyond mere aesthetics and stepping into realism.

Moreover, these three seniors exuded an impressive presence; just the three of them seemed to radiate the aura of a thousand troops. Even though Jiang Hui was hidden several rows back, she could still distinctly feel the pressure emanating from them.

If this was meant to demonstrate authority, it was indeed quite invigorating, like a splash of cold water, awakening those young students who had just found some enjoyment in shooting and now felt both intimidated and increasingly captivated by it.

Thus, under the contrast of these impressive second-year seniors, the once overly confident freshmen suddenly appeared rather juvenile, feeling somewhat lost and subtly developing a stronger urge to work harder. This was precisely the effect Nie Erqi wanted to achieve.

To put it simply, these second-year students were quite skilled, worthy of being ranked among the top shooters in their class.

It was uncertain whether they could effectively hold their ground. Nie Erqi gave a meaningful glance at one of the figures moving forward to take their place.