The Strongest Brain in the Interstellar

Feeling that the assault was about to stop, Jiang Hui was naturally relieved.

Finally, it’s going to end? Damn it, I won’t have to be shot anymore! Jiang Hui’s tense mind couldn’t help but relax a little.

She stood up, wanting to look for the instructor, but unexpectedly…

In this nearly static scene, a gunshot suddenly rang out. Compared to the chaotic sounds from before, it was naturally much softer, but in the context of this silence, it sounded exceptionally piercing.

After the previous round, Jiang Hui had actually begun to feel relaxed. She no longer had that taut, vigilant state of being ready for battle, and even her mind seemed a bit dull.

She could even sense that the attack was aimed right at her: fifty-seven meters… forty-seven meters… thirty-seven meters… seven meters! The speed was too fast; the opponent had calculated perfectly. They fired while she was completely unprepared, even predicting the moment and angle at which she might dodge, leaving her with almost no way to evade.

Her pupils dilated, her immense mental power instinctively expanding, and suddenly the entire world seemed to slow down infinitely in her eyes.

A small scratch on the distant boulder, the pungent smell emitted by the red substance, the sensation of her fingertips brushing against the rough training uniform, the sound of the wind, and the gradually spreading metallic taste of blood in her throat… All her senses were amplified infinitely. She could even hear her own heartbeat slowly pulsing within her.

A straight-line distance of zero point nine-nine meters… Fixed point axis… Northeast latitude 60°… Direction of 67° from the horizontal line… Distance of zero point five-eight meters… Evading target…

Jiang Huai felt as if her hands, feet, and body were being controlled, unable to move—not even able to twitch her fingertips. The next moment, she was driven by a force deep within her body, her entire waist bending down at an incredible angle, and her head slightly retracting inward.

… Zero point zero zero one meters… The trajectory was completely off the fixed point…

She dodged it.

A thought flashed through Jiang Hui’s mind, almost a certain conclusion.

She had avoided it.

However, she couldn’t feel happy for long. That moment, as if aided by a divine force, seemed to drain all her energy and spirit in an instant. She maintained that challenging bent-back posture, completely motionless—

“Thud!” The person who had just skillfully evaded the surprise gunfire with extreme difficulty collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Those who had just witnessed this extreme maneuver seemed to awaken from a dream, and the scene suddenly erupted into chaos.

Amid the chaos of the recent scuffle, the team leader instructor, who had disappeared earlier, suddenly reappeared on the scene, carrying the student who had fainted at the beginning and frowning as he surveyed the disheveled students.

“Everyone, please get up. The simulated shooting exercise has ended. Please check if any of your classmates are injured; if there are, assist them to the temporary resting area at the front. Thank you for your hard work.”

The instructor seemed entirely unsurprised by the current situation, clearly aware of what had transpired.

It was only now that those who still didn’t quite understand the situation realized that the shooting was arranged by the school. No wonder they hadn’t seen the instructor since earlier. If he had been present, everyone would naturally seek his protection, which would have made the simulation exercise pointless.

Upon learning that they had been clearly arranged for this by the school, everyone felt utterly exhausted. Even with such a tiring long-distance run, the school didn’t let up on their training at all; they just jumped straight into it without any prior notice, which was a bit too much to expect from them.

Although at that moment of realization, they couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of embarrassment at being played. Yet, they also understood that this was within the school’s rights. After all, military training was designed to cultivate their spirit and experience the ethos of marching; it couldn’t possibly be completely uneventful.

Moreover, the school hadn’t actually allowed them to get hurt. But this was still a bit too realistic; someone with a weaker constitution might have been scared to death.

This was clearly just a minor incident, and the following itinerary would continue as planned. They didn’t need to waste time here. Hearing the instructor’s instructions, everyone began to act individually, helping to check on their classmates’ conditions.

In fact, there weren’t many injured on the scene. Most people were just dirty and disheveled, sporting a conspicuous red marker on their bodies. Some had minor scrapes or bruises from dodging or falling during the exercise, but these injuries were not serious. Once they realized they were safe, they could move around on their own.

This group made up the majority. Most of them had been hit by the red markers, which disqualified them from being targets, and after that, there were no more dramatic actions. They mostly lay on the ground playing dead or were still confused and unaware of what had happened.

However, there were also some who ran around desperately trying to avoid being marked.

As a result, they overexerted themselves, leading to problems like fatigue or injuries from unreasonable maneuvers. In the small group, there were three or four such individuals; they were the only ones who had been running around just now. So when the exercise ended, they were either lying still or had fainted.

Jiang Hui was one of those who fainted. A few kind classmates came over to help her up and called out to her, but she didn’t wake up.

After giving a brief first aid treatment to another unconscious classmate, the instructor came over to check on Jiang Hui and found it somewhat strange. She didn’t have any obvious injuries, not even any superficial wounds.

Yet she still wouldn’t wake up. Even after administering some timely stamina-replenishing medication, there was no change. So the instructor concluded that she must have exhausted her mental energy.

This was puzzling. While the shooting exercise had indeed come on suddenly, it was primarily a test and training for immediate reaction, not heavily involving the use of mental energy. How could she have overexerted herself like this?

However, he had seen her perform an extreme evasive maneuver just before fainting, which surprised him a bit.

Though it appeared that she merely executed a simple flip, achieving such a response and evasion at such close range and tight shooting distance required considerable physical fitness and reflexes, as well as a certain level of perception.

Was she really a freshman? He didn’t even know which major she belonged to…

But that was about all he thought about it. After all, he was not a regular instructor at this school; he was just a military officer temporarily assigned to train ordinary major students.

Assessing students’ talents wasn’t part of his responsibilities. He was simply a bit curious.

It seems that their performance here has already been transmitted back to the observation center for assessment by the various class instructors there. Those who need to see it will naturally see it.

Right now, the most pressing task is to take this group of kids to their temporary resting place so they can take a break; they’ve worked hard.