The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 406 Course Selection
Sure enough, before the meal was even finished, the school administration sent a message informing everyone that a large course would be launched this Wednesday, "Introduction to Classic Mecha - Blazing Fire Series", taught by the newly hired senior instructor, Xie Dakaro.

This elective course consists of five sessions, divided into two parts. Students can complete all the lessons within the remaining time of this semester and will receive the corresponding credits simply by attending classes and making attendance. If participating students pass the final exam, the credits will be counted as required course credits and included in the semester's comprehensive exam. It sounds very tempting, and someone like Jiang Hui was immediately interested. Moreover, it was a course taught by Carlo, whose abilities she had already witnessed a bit of in recent days.

What's even more bizarre is that this course is open to all grades and majors, meaning that whether they are mecha series combat individual soldiers command logistics or even ordinary students, they can all choose this course—provided, of course, that they can get selected.

Jiang Hui and his friends are now facing a major headache. The sheer volume of course selections has overwhelmed the school's system, making it impossible for anyone to log in. The only ones who can probably get in now are probably code experts—though even they aren't guaranteed to succeed. Breaking the school's firewall would result in being wanted by the authorities, so they can only try to find other ways to bypass the restrictions within the rules.

"Sigh, why didn't the school consider this situation? The course selection system crashed before it even started, what are we going to do now?" Hillman paced back and forth, wringing his hands anxiously, looking even more worried than the person in charge of the operation.

Zhou Xiuwen and Jiang Hui sat on either side of each other in the back row, watching Huan Xian type a long string of incomprehensible gibberish into the system interface. Huan Xian rested his chin on his hand, seemingly unhurried, a stark contrast to Hillman sitting between them.

Clarence, however, did not sit down but leaned back in the row of seats, also watching Huan Xian's actions.

A few of us planned to attend a class together, so we booked a study room well in advance. We were going to select courses on the school's system, but I couldn't even get into the page; the screen just went blank.

But they were already here, and they were unwilling to go back like this. They thought that since they couldn't go in, no one else should be able to either, so they decided to stay here and wait to see if there would be an opportunity.

An opportunity presented itself. Just when everyone was at a loss, the resourceful Huan stepped forward, saying he had some knowledge of optical codes and might be able to bypass the system barriers to get to the backend. After all, the school hadn't said anything about not using this method. None of the group were rule-abiding citizens, so they immediately agreed and got to work.

They should really know that Huan Xian's words often need to be fully explained. The "slight familiarity" he mentioned is likely only relative to his other skills. In ordinary terms, his "slight familiarity" means he can operate at a very high level.

Then the group watched as the other person took advantage of a brief moment of screen instability to slip into the backstage area, randomly insert one person's spot, and successfully select a class.

But their luck only lasted a few hours. Soon the system became even more congested, requiring more detours and security measures, indicating that the school officials were likely manipulating things behind the scenes. With the last two spots dwindling, Hillman naturally started to panic.

Jiang Hui and Huan Xian, who were randomly left behind without having selected a class, were quite calm. One was diligently typing away at his keyboard; you could tell how steady he was just by looking at his hands – he didn't budge an inch. The other, on the other hand, was spacing out, not thinking about anything, but seemed more interested in what Huan Xian was typing.

"Hey, can you guys be a little more nervous? Ah Hui, look at you, not even worried, it's just me getting anxious." Someone was quite "dissatisfied" with his friends' excessive calmness. He was almost dying of anxiety, couldn't they at least do it!
There are only eighty-odd spots left—it's so competitive, how did those guys even get selected? Did they also sneak in through connections like them? Or did the teachers cheat them out of their positions?
"Come on, sit down. I'm seeing you spinning around so much your eyes are going to blur." Jiang Hui seized the opportunity to pull the person down from the ground as they were walking back and forth. But the other person was quite temperamental: "I can't sit still!" Zhou Xiuwen, who was next to them, couldn't help but laugh.

"Really, there's no rush. It's not a big deal. We can just not go. Besides, I received individual guidance from that person before, so it's not a big deal if I don't get it this time. I can't have all the good things, can I?" Jiang Hui shook her head. "But—"

"Besides, it's not like you can't get it. Your spot was secured by Huan, so you should trust his abilities." Jiang Hui was really confused by his words and decided to use Huan Xian, whom he respected the most, to shut him up.

"Don't shake it, there are some shadows on the screen." Someone who seemed to be focused on the "great cause" of grabbing a class spoke up at the right time, and the effect was immediate, the other person immediately stopped talking.

Just as Jiang Hui had said, Huan Xian had indeed secured the fourth spot—his own. If possible, he wouldn't mind swapping his spot order with Jiang Hui's, because even he couldn't guarantee that he could snag a fifth spot from the remaining twenty-odd spots. Unfortunately, due to a problem with the school's system, the spots he selected were randomly generated, meaning he couldn't be sure who would be chosen.

The competition intensified at this point. With fewer spots available, reading the books was a bit slower, but the sheer number of available books fueled the desire for more. Perhaps influenced by this atmosphere, even Zhou Xiuwen and Clarence unconsciously stood up from their seats and stood behind Huan Xian to watch him input the optical code.

Jiang Hui, the person involved, didn't want to get too close, lest she put pressure on the other party. Actually, she wasn't in a hurry at all at this point; she was just a little disappointed to have missed a learning opportunity. However, it wasn't impossible to attend a pre-recorded course, it's just that the participation and experience would be slightly less.

However, it seems unlikely that he will be able to snag one. Just then, he heard a message notification sound from his balance. Jiang Hui looked down and turned on the light, only to see a notification pop up in his communication feed.

"The selection has been made. Be sure to come on time on Wednesday. Carlo."

Jiang Hui was taken aback. The text message was short, just a few words, but it solved her immediate problem. Although it seemed like she had used connections—okay, it was—wasn't that exactly what she needed?

"Didn't get selected?" Huan Xian frowned. He clearly threw Jiang Hui in at the last moment. With his speed, even if he couldn't be the first to get in, he should have been able to grab the last one. Was this empty screen an operational error?

"Jiang didn't get selected?!" Hillman's face immediately darkened.

"If it wasn't selected, it should show 'none,' not be an empty screen like this. Is it busy?" Zhou Xiuwen leaned closer and asked.

(End of this chapter)