“Tick... tick—” The video clock had just passed six and one, and the sky was just getting light, but there was no one on the bed. The dark bedding was casually folded and placed at the end of the bed.
This is a very simple room, without any extra decorations. Even the curtains that many students don't like have not been replaced. It is all white, which complements the gray and white color of the room.
The only thing that was out of place in the room was probably a heavy workbench. This workbench took up a large area, almost half of the dormitory space, and was filled with scattered parts. It was no longer recognizable in its original appearance. Thick books were placed on the corners, which looked very new from the outside, as if they had not been flipped through much.
The bookshelf was also filled with large volumes, showing how much the owner of the room loved reading. However, there was a space in the middle of the shelf, with a small trophy placed in the middle, which read "Beska Intermediate College XX Class D Competition Champion, XX Combat Individual Soldier Department Class 2, Jiang Hui".
Next to it was a frozen photo of traditional culture. The pixels and clarity were far inferior to the 3D photo, but it was very artistic. On top was a group photo of five people. Although everyone looked very embarrassed and their training clothes were tattered, Ningxia could hardly stand up and was supported by Zhou Xiuwen and Hillman on both sides like good brothers, but everyone in it looked quite funny, including Clarence who seemed to never smile.
Jiang Hui came out of the bathroom, freshly washed, with clear eyes, not like she had just woken up. Today was the weekend, so she didn't wear her school uniform, and found a more comfortable outfit. She opened the curtain, sat casually on the small sofa next to her, and started to read today's Star News.
She habitually slid her fingertips across the optical computer, and suddenly felt that her current routine seemed to be too dependent on the optical computer, as if she had become an alternative electronic waste in the interstellar space. She began to consider the necessity of subscribing to the paper version of the Star News.
But when she thought about the price she had seen before, she felt it was a waste. For her, it was just a matter of a glance, and the paper version obviously had much less content than the electronic version. It would be a waste to throw it away after reading it. No matter how much money she had, it was not worth it. Besides, she didn't have much money at all, just enough for her daily life.
It had been three weeks since the orienteering race, and Jiang Hui had to spend a week recovering from her leg injury. She was scolded by the school doctor, who didn't give her a good look when she was doing photon suture. Fortunately, she didn't have any sequelae, which made Captain Stark, who escorted him to the medical department, look a little more relaxed, not so scary anymore.
However, Jiang Hui was really happy after the simple award ceremony. After all, this was an honor she earned.
The bonus and the quota for custom mechas have been sent to her personal account. The former is quite generous, and it is also the first time she has earned money on her own in this new world, which makes her feel at ease. As for the quota for custom mechas, membership and summer camp experience coupons, they are all in the form of electronic tickets, which are in the same column as the home purchase qualifications sent by Hai Lu Si before. It seems that they are not very real after counting them, anyway, they are not used for the time being.
Unfortunately, there was no group honor in this competition, so everyone was given a custom badge with their team number printed on it. If there was no team, it would just be a simple badge, which was quite humane.
The last photo was taken by Tosdak with her shameless help. After the photo was taken, she was carried away. Jiang Hui still can't forget the dark face that Tosdak looked at her with.
God knows what other class teachers and students saw and thought, "Oh, her class teacher is not so happy even though they got first place. Who are they doing this for?"... People might even think that the two of them were pretending.
Because this competition is of great educational significance and reflects many issues, the school specially set aside two weeks to give teachers and students in each class a break and review the competition.
This was naturally another big "execution ground". Even Jiang Hui, who thought he had tried his best, was criticized and corrected in various ways. Naturally, the other students were not much better.
It wasn't until the third week when classes officially resumed that they started learning new things.
Schools are all the same no matter where you are. Even military majors are the same, divided into cultural courses and theoretical courses, the latter is still the focus of everyone. So far, they have only taken two shooting practice courses. However, they heard that there will be a mecha practice course next week, which they have not had since the beginning of the school year. Everyone is very excited. On the last day of the third week of classes, they heard the freshmen discussing and speculating non-stop.
Jiang Hui was also quite curious, but the person who was closest to her was Clarence from the same class. They were both quite independent and did their own things. It was really hard to imagine two of them getting together to discuss new mechas and their expectations for the upcoming mecha classes.
However, after that match, his attitude softened a lot, at least sometimes he would take the initiative to say hello to her when he saw her. Once when she went for a re-examination, he even helped her keep notes and tasks.
Of course, Zhou Xiuwen and Hillman came more often during the days she was in the medical department. Jiang Hui also took the opportunity to ask Zhou Xiuwen about the principle of so-called mental power transmission. He didn't have time to learn it at the competition, so he should learn it now so that he can use it directly next time.
When it comes to preparation, Jiang Hui never allows himself to fall behind others.
To put it simply, in the past three weeks of school, Jiang Hui's life has been both busy and relatively leisurely.
But she now faced a problem.
After finishing the fixed Star News column on the light computer, Jiang Hui came back to his senses. He looked at the time and found that it was still early. It seemed a bit too early to go for breakfast, so he took out the workbench and put the big book on it.
The name of the book is "Conducting and Art".
The name seemed unreliable, but the content was even more unreliable. It couldn't even be called a popular science book, and I didn't know how it got into the school library. Even she, who didn't study conducting, thought it was unreliable, let alone someone who really studied conducting.
If there was a suggestion box, she would definitely submit a suggestion to kick this book out of the reference library. It's ridiculous. Even if she reads fast, she can't waste time like this. She feels that it is a waste to spend one more second on this.
But it's not the school's fault. It seems that these are the only books on conducting in the library. Jiang Hui has already collected nearly 30 books of this kind in three weeks. They are either unreliable or extremely marginal in description. Not many of them can increase your knowledge. They are all stories and art...