Jiang Hui drew several cards in a row and found that they were all similar, with pictures and words. He tiredly piled up a thick stack: "This is..."

"I'll give you my recent homework for your reference. There's no need to return it. I printed it with a duplicator. But if you don't use it, break it into pieces and don't upload it to the Internet." Huan Xian reminded casually.

However, the other party rarely talks meaningless nonsense, so if he explains something like this, this is probably the bottom line of his request.

"Is this all your homework?" It's only been one month since school started. Did they have too little homework in the individual combat department? Jiang Hui felt like there was a lot.

But compared to the command department, it pales into insignificance.

Jiang Hui then took a closer look at the stack of information. It was tied very thickly with hemp rope. At the top was a stack of manuscripts as wide as a palm, and at the bottom were three packages of sealed bags of information, which should be used for classification.

. She couldn't help but be a little impressed. The people in the command department were all talented people, but they had so many manuscripts and homework just after school started. No wonder they rarely saw them going out to socialize, probably because they didn't have time.

However, Jiang Hui was quite happy and thanked her, saying that this was exactly what she needed.

This friend is really reliable.

Hillman and Zhou Xiuwen were dumbfounded, especially Hillman. After getting Huan Xian's consent, he also pulled up a page and looked through it. After only a few paragraphs, his face was full of confusion... What is all this?

!

Just looking at something that is difficult to explain, conductors like Huan Xian can actually pick it out and analyze it and give examples. They are learning these things day by day. No wonder those conductors are all so unpredictable. They are probably all here.

I practiced these assignments when I was in school.

Of course, what’s even more terrifying is Jiang Hui who asked Huan Xian for homework. Isn’t this guy a student of the Combat Individual Department? Why does he still need to learn things from the command department? Don’t they have enough homework? Hillman looked confused.

Sure enough, what is more terrifying than the academic master or the academic god is the academic paper, which will make everyone die when you don't know it.

Really, regardless of his strength, he only obeys Jiang Hui in the individual combat department.

Hillman put the manuscript back into Jiang Hui's hand with awe, then quickly took it back as if he was afraid of disturbing something, grabbed a spoon, scooped up a big mouthful of brown rice, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Jiang Hui also had doubts on his face as he faced a certain manuscript that Hillman's hand held back too quickly and almost flew to the ground with a slap, and a certain person's face that seemed to have received a huge shock in an instant.

She shook her head. Hillman was indeed an early-school child who enrolled in preschool, but his temperament was not stable enough and he was a bit fussy.

After thanking Huan Xian again and again, Jiang Hui was about to stuff the few scattered manuscripts he had pulled out and put them into his own space button, but he saw classmate Clarence next to him who was silently taking notes. He didn't know when he got up.

It turned into looking at the manuscript in her hand.

Jiang Hui:……

No, do you want it too? But she can't make the decision. Jiang Hui had to turn her head and cast a look at Huan Xian.

The other party did not refer to it clearly: "I will send it to you."

Clarence seemed to reply "Thank you" a little unnaturally, then paused and said with some difficulty: "This weekend... there is a mecha open competition on the mainland, and I happen to have a few spare tickets.

Do you... want to go?"

It was obvious that this man was not good at saying such things to make friends with others, and his tone was quite strong. People who were not familiar with him might have thought that he was giving orders.

But everyone present has seen how awkward the other party can be, and they are quite used to it.

And what is this person talking about? The kind of mecha open competition that only mecha soldiers of a certain level can initiate? Those are almost B-type or above events, and they are not that common even in the inner star system, let alone in

Resident galaxy.

This kind of event can be said to be hard to get a ticket for. Even the online simulation live broadcast viewing tickets can be sold at high prices, let alone watching the game live. Clarence actually said that he would invite them to watch such a scene.

Sai...if this is an order, then they will be happy with it.

Although not all of the people present are fond of mechas, their professions or families are closely related to mechas, so they were all excited to hear that they could watch the mecha open competition.

"Is it really okay?" Zhou Xiuwen looked at Clarence, his eyes a little bright.

Clarence seemed a little uncomfortable with dealing with such enthusiastic eyes, and nodded uncomfortably: "These tickets were sent by others. I can't use them all by myself. It would be a pity not to go."

Anyway, we are going to watch the Open, so it would be a waste if these people don't go.

After hearing this, the others didn't show any pretense, and the group decided to go watch this open game together on the weekend.

It just so happened that Jiang Hui planned to go back to the mainland during the weekend. The Open was on Sunday, so she could go home on Friday night...

Jiang Hui planned so carefully that she didn't notice that several people couldn't help but become quiet after the original discussion. Seeing how she was lost in her own thoughts, they all felt helpless.

They have long discovered that Jiang Hui is actually not a talkative person. Although she is a little better than Clarence and Huan Xian, she is also the kind of person who has thoughtful thoughts and rarely speaks if others don't talk to her.

. Of course, when it is time to explain and give instructions, the other person will not be stingy with his words, as if he were a different person. However, in real life, he is really a quiet person.

It's just that in daily life, it will seem a little out of touch for no reason. Sometimes when people are talking, they will fall into thoughts in a short period of time. You don't know what she is thinking at all. Staying with such a person can sometimes be quite stressful.

It's so big, it feels like it's not in the same world at all.

When Jiang Hui got out of her thoughts, she heard Hillman ask her if she would also have a mecha practical class in the afternoon.

Yes, today is their first mecha practical class since the beginning of school. They had already taken a theoretical class before, but this time it was a practical class, which lasted for three full weeks.

Although Hillman is in Class 1, he is also in the Combat Individual Department. In the platoon class, the courses for Classes 1 to 3 of the Combat Individual Department are quite consistent, but they each attend their own courses. It is said that they only have classes at the end of the school year.

There will be joint exams only at that time.

But as a student of the Department of Combat Individuals who was about to take practical classes, Hillman felt that he and Jiang Hui had a common language. Of course, so did classmate Clarence, but he was more timid and did not dare to pull Clarence along.

Talking about this is a down-to-earth topic.

But it would be different if Jiang Hui was invited to talk. The other party might be more interested in joining in. Hillman's wishful thinking was very clear.
Chapter completed!