Although there was a slight deviation in the plan, Jiang Hui finally skipped dinner and returned to the dormitory to continue studying the small problem with the side rotation axis of the mecha model.
Although the process was not so smooth, time always flies if you concentrate on your work. When Jiang Hui came to his senses from the workbench, it was almost eleven o'clock in the evening.
Wait, is it that late?! She hasn't changed her clothes or washed up yet, she needs to hurry up, otherwise she will be teleported directly into the spiritual space.
Jiang Hui had to put down the work in his hands, grabbed his pajamas and went into the bathroom.
After coming out, she originally wanted to just go to bed and wait. After all, she could continue her research in the spiritual space.
However, sitting on the bed and looking at the bookshelf not far away, Jiang Hui suddenly remembered that he had brought back a large bundle of information from Huan Xian this morning. He forgot to take it out, so he quickly took it out from the space button.
This bundle of materials is very thick and feels very heavy in the hand. It is hard to believe that this is just one month's homework. How did Huanxian and his classmates get through it? Is it true that the learning situation of different majors is so different
Jiang Hui shook her head in confusion, untied the ropes, and flipped through the scattered pages. She saw that they were the same as the ones she had flipped through in the morning. Some were obviously printed, and there were also things like outlines, but most of them were manuscripts. Judging from the handwriting, they should be Huan Xian's manuscripts.
Jiang Hui took the previous one and looked at it, then he understood why there were so many manuscripts.
In fact, there are a lot of homework, but not to this extent. Huanxian was very serious in completing these projects. Some cases and problems were repeatedly pondered over by several blank sheets of paper. There were also some cases that seemed to be copied from some reference book. In short, the content was very rich. Jiang Hui felt that he had learned a lot after just a cursory glance. They were all good materials for learning the introductory knowledge of conducting.
Jiang Hui felt that now was not a good time to learn this, so he thought he would read it when he had some free time and was calm, so he found a special folder to put it in. But for some reason, there were three other things similar to file bags left, which were placed separately.
Jiang Hui originally thought that these should also be manuscripts or something like that, but when he flipped them open, he discovered some differences.
This paper is different.
Jiang Hui fiddled with the thickly stacked pages in the file bag with his fingers. Feeling something strange, he pulled them all out as he wished.
But she never thought that this thing was really different, and her hand almost shook and the whole stack of information fell to the ground.
When Jiang Hui touched it just now, he felt something strange. The paper was a bit brittle. It didn't look like the thick paper used for replicas, but more like the test paper used for exams. He didn't expect that it was really that kind of paper when he pulled it out.
Moreover, the paper looks a bit old. Although it is the kind of rigid and old feeling reproduced by a replica machine, it at least shows that the original paper used for reproduction will only get older and will not be new.
These are not the main points. The main point is that the handwriting is completely different. It is not Huan Xian's handwriting at all, but comes from an unknown person. Every word is like a knife, and every stroke seems to be full of sharpness. It can be seen that he is a very tough person.
Jiang Hui took a look at the contents above, and the more he read, the more frightened he became. These manuscripts without titles or layouts were filled with complicated things. Some were about a certain battle in a certain place in a certain year, analyzing the deployment of troops in this battle, armed statistics, and even about a certain colonel who was ordered by his superior to occupy a certain line in XX, and the collapse of the battle line in a certain year...
This was not like the simulation cases in the command system assignments Huan Xian had done before. The names of people, weapons, and even the actual battle map were too real, and it was shocking to look at them, as if they really existed.
Jiang Hui didn't believe it, so he flipped through a few more pictures. They were all similar, but the analysis case had changed. The battle chart was more profound than the one he had just seen, and there were many incomprehensible signatures on it.
Now she understood that these could not be the homework of Huan Xian and other freshmen in the Command Department. Instead, they came from another place, probably from a higher grade. Maybe they were even real cases that had somehow become examples for students to analyze.
How did Huan Xian get these things? Where did he get them from? Did he get them from the command department? Jiang Hui speculated with his mind wandering.
“… But if you don’t need it, just break it up and don’t upload it to the Internet.” Suddenly, Jiang Hui’s mind flashed with the words that Huan Xian said to her casually.
... Don't post it on the Internet. If the other party values privacy, this is understandable.
If these were just the homework and manuscripts of a freshman, Huan Xian's explanation would be a bit strange, but if... the other party was referring to these materials, it would seem understandable.
Jiang Hui was thoughtful and opened the other two packages. As she expected, the other two packages of documents wrapped in paper bags were also the same, all of which were examples of unknown origins, and the handwriting on the bag she had just opened was the same as that of the person she had just opened.
However, the contents are somewhat different. The second bag is mainly about the analysis of the situation on a certain front, and the remaining bag contains a variety of things, most of which are analysis and comparison of battles with a certain group of people.
Jiang Hui was now certain that the information in these file bags was different. It was these materials that Huan Xian wanted her to keep secret and keep for herself. Clarence also wanted them later. The reason why Huan Xian did not ask Jiang Hui to copy them for her but said he would send a copy was probably because he did not want others to find out about this pile of information.
Although Jiang Hui was really grateful that the other party had brought her such a thing, and she felt that she had made a profit, but—
She held the pile of what looked like secret information in her hands and felt her palms getting hot.
Where did the other party get these things from? It should be... legal, right
Jiang Hui felt more and more uneasy. She wanted to send a message to ask, but then she thought that it was already late. If she sent a text message, it would be disturbing her peace and quiet if she didn't scare her to death... Besides, the time was not right. It was almost twelve o'clock. She might have entered the space before she finished speaking.
Jiang Hui had no choice but to carefully find a place to put the information, then tidied himself up and got on the bed, waiting for a while before entering the spiritual space.