Jiang Hui pulled out several cards in a row and found that they were all similar things, with pictures and words, and a thick stack of them: "This is..."
"I'm bringing you my most recent homework for your reference. You don't have to return it. I printed it using a replica machine. But if you don't need it, just shred it and don't upload it to the internet." Huan Xian reminded casually.
However, the other party rarely said meaningless nonsense, so this one more explanation meant that this was probably his bottom line.
"Is this all your homework?" It's only been a month since the start of school. Is it because their combat individual soldier department has too little homework? Jiang Hui feels that she has a lot.
But compared with the command department, it is nothing.
Jiang Hui then took a closer look at the stack of materials. It was tied very tightly with hemp rope. On the top was a stack of manuscripts that was as thick as a palm. At the bottom were three sealed bags of materials, which should be used for classification. She couldn't help but admire them. The command department was full of capable people. They had so many manuscripts and homework at the beginning of the school year. No wonder they were rarely seen going out to socialize. They probably didn't have time.
But Jiang Hui was quite happy. She thanked him and said that this was exactly what she needed.
This friend is really reliable.
Hillman and Zhou Xiuwen were stunned, especially Hillman. After getting Huan Xian's consent, he also pulled a copy and flipped through it. After reading just a few paragraphs, he was confused... What is this? !
These things are hard to understand even when you just read them, but conductors like Huan Xian can actually pick them out and analyze and give examples. They just study these things day after day, no wonder those conductors are so profound and mysterious, probably because they were trained by these homeworks when they were in school.
Of course, what was even more terrifying was Jiang Hui, who asked Huan Xian for his homework. Wasn't this guy a student of the Combat Department? Why did he have to learn about the Command Department? Didn't they have enough homework? Hillman was confused.
As expected, what is more terrifying than the top students and the genius students is the study test paper. It will crush everyone without you knowing.
Really, regardless of strength, he only admires Jiang Hui in the combat individual department.
Hillman put the manuscript back into Jiang Hui's hand with a look of awe on his face, then quickly took it back as if afraid of disturbing something, grabbed the spoon, scooped up a big mouthful of brown rice and stuffed it into his mouth.
Jiang Hui was also full of questions as he looked at the manuscript that was almost flying to the ground when Hillman retracted his hand too quickly and the face of a person who seemed to have suffered a huge blow in an instant.
She shook her head. Hillman was indeed an early learner who had been enrolled in preschool. He was unstable and a bit noisy.
After thanking Huan Xian again and again, Jiang Hui was about to stuff the scattered manuscripts she had pulled out back into her space button, but she saw that Clarence, who was silently taking notes next to her, had suddenly started looking at the manuscript in her hand.
Jiang Hui: …
No, do you want it too? But she couldn't decide. Jiang Hui had to turn around and look at Huan Xian.
The other party did not specify: "I'll send it to you."
Clarence replied "thank you" somewhat unnaturally, then paused and said with some difficulty: "This weekend... there is a mecha open tournament on the main continent, and I happen to have a few remaining tickets. Do you... want to go?"
It was obvious that this person was not very good at saying such friendly words, and his tone was quite harsh. People who were not familiar with him might have thought he was giving orders.
But everyone present had seen how awkward each other could be, and they were pretty used to it.
And what is this person talking about? Is it the kind of mecha open competition that can only be initiated by mecha soldiers of a certain level? Those are almost all B-level or above competitions, which are not so common even in the inner galaxies, let alone in the permanent galaxies.
Tickets for this kind of event were already hard to come by. Even tickets for online simulated live broadcasts could be sold at high prices, not to mention watching the game in person. Clarence actually said he wanted to invite them to watch such a live game... If this was an order, then they would be happy to do it.
Although not all the people present were passionate about mechas, their professions or families were closely related to mechas, so they were all excited to hear that they could watch the Mecha Open Tournament.
"Is it really possible?" Zhou Xiuwen looked at Clarence, his eyes shining.
Clarence seemed a little unaccustomed to dealing with such enthusiastic looks, and nodded uncomfortably: "These tickets were sent by others. I can't use them all by myself. It would be a pity if I don't go."
Anyway, they are going to watch the open tournament, and it would be a waste if these people didn't go.
Hearing this, the others didn't hesitate and decided to go watch the open tournament together at the weekend.
It just so happened that Jiang Hui was planning to go back to the mainland on the weekend. The Open was on Sunday, so she could leave for home on Friday night...
Jiang Hui planned carefully and didn't notice that the discussion among them had become quiet. Seeing her lost in her own thoughts, she felt helpless.
They had discovered long ago that Jiang Hui was not a talkative person. Although she was better than Clarence and Huan Xian, she was also a thoughtful person who rarely spoke unless someone else spoke. Of course, when it came to explaining and giving instructions, she would not hesitate to speak, as if she had become a different person. But in real life, she was actually a very quiet person.
It's just that in daily life, you will feel a little disconnected. Sometimes people will get lost in their thoughts in a short period of time while talking, and you have no idea what they are thinking. Being with such a person can be quite stressful sometimes, and it feels like you are in a completely different world from them.
When Jiang Hui came to her senses, she heard Hillman asking her if she would also have a mecha practical class in the afternoon.
Yes, today was their first mecha practical class since the start of the school year. They had already taken a theoretical class to get a basic understanding, and this time it was a practical class that lasted for three full weeks.
Although Hillman was in Class 1, he was also in the Combat Soldier Department. The pace of classes 1 to 3 in the Combat Soldier Department was quite uniform, except that they took their own classes. It was said that there would only be joint class exams at the end of the school year.
But as students of the Combat Department who were about to take practical classes, Hillman felt that he and Jiang Hui had more in common. Of course, Clarence also had the same thing, but he was a bit timid and didn't dare to talk to Clarence about this down-to-earth topic.
But if Jiang Hui was brought in for the talk, things would be different. The other party might be more interested in joining in. Hillman's wishful thinking was very clear.