Chapter 65 Investigation

Who would have thought that although this fellow student looked rather cold and not very talkative, his nature was actually quite helpful?

Hearing her words, the other person asked indifferently whether Jiang Hui was heading to the academic affairs office on urgent business. If there was no need for an emergency handling, perhaps it would be better for her to go complete the dormitory registration procedures first.

This was because, although the academy allowed individuals to choose their dormitory types according to personal needs—simply paying different fees based on the type—there were still differences within the same category of dormitories. Some locations could be exceptionally noisy and disruptive, while others might be rather remote, requiring a long walk to reach the teaching district.

If Jiang Hui went to select a dormitory later, it might be very difficult for her to secure her preferred living area.

Jiang Hui was stunned for a moment, having not considered this.

However, she was even more eager to go to the academic affairs office to settle a matter. She had made an appointment with the teachers there before enrollment, and she urgently needed to confirm it. Since it could not be easily changed at this point, the dormitory matter would simply have to be postponed.

Still, she was very grateful for the other's kind reminder. After expressing her thanks, she stated that she still needed to go to the academic affairs office to take care of her business and asked him to direct her to its location.

The other person asked no more questions and reverted to his initial coldness—or perhaps he had always been this cold. He gave Jiang Hui directions and then logged on to send her an in-campus navigation map, the kind that could pinpoint landmark buildings. This was precisely what Jiang Hui needed most right now.

To think this truly was a kind-hearted fellow student with a cold exterior and a warm heart.

Jiang Hui hurriedly thanked him again. Just as she was about to leave, she couldn't help turning back to take one more glance, and her eyes caught the identification badge resting on the registration desk where he was seated.

Clarence Rodriguez.

That was quite a long name... even when written in Interstellar Common, it looked sufficiently lengthy.

Fortunately, Jiang Hui was in the interstellar era and had the body of an interstellar person, meaning her memory was still quite good. If it were her pathetic memory back on Blue Planet, she probably wouldn't be able to remember this name even after glancing at it five or six times.

Following the navigation, Jiang Hui headed toward the academic affairs office.

Meanwhile, the kind-hearted fellow student Clarence, whom she had just been murmuring about, cast a thoughtful gaze at Jiang Hui's departing back.

This student Jiang had a lean figure and a slender build. Judging merely by her bone structure and external muscle contours, she looked like a frail, ordinary student—the kind even thinner than the average person. Moreover, her complexion was pale, as if she had just recovered from a severe illness, entirely lacking any sign of having undergone training.

Minors in the interstellar era matured relatively early. After their initial awakening, they could roughly ascertain their mental potential and would then begin making corresponding plans for their lives.

If their mental power rating was average, ordinary individuals unsuited for high-intensity mental power tasks had a wider margin of choices. They could slowly select the majors and careers that suited them, and even after graduating from school, they could try out different professions and industries.

Life was long, and they had many days ahead of them; a century was merely a brief leg of their journey.

However, those uncompletely awakened individuals who possessed a certain level of potential and had long-standing ideal career directions would make preparations early, undertaking some simple introductory training.

Especially those uncompletely awakened individuals who intended to enter military-related industries in the future, such as mecha combat soldiers, mecha designers, or even commanders. They generally needed to undergo targeted training back in the junior academy. This way, they could rapidly adapt to academy life upon entering the intermediate academy and intermediate college without being weeded out by rigorous training.

Among them, the training for mecha combat soldiers was the most arduous and rigorous of all majors. Some schools with strict academic styles would even establish harsh elimination systems, counseling students who could not adapt to the training to withdraw or forcing them to transfer to other majors.

Although the Beska Intermediate Academy did not have such a system, as one of the most popular intermediate schools on the entire planet, their admission screening was extremely strict. They selected the more outstanding batch of individuals to enter the academy based on the students' grades in the junior academy and various physical indicators.

Therefore, when the other party first walked over, Clarence hadn't even reacted to the possibility that this person might be a student in his own class.

Clarence didn't think there was anything wrong with this fellow student, but her conditions clearly made her unsuited to appear in the Combat Soldier Department.

Neither was he someone with a dark and twisting mind; his first reaction was whether the other person still harbored some advantage he couldn't see on the surface.

After all, ever since Clarence left that household, he had sworn to reach the peak position without relying on anyone or any faction.

He was going to become the most outstanding student in the Combat Soldier Department of the Beska Intermediate Academy and ultimately strive to enter the Capital Military Academy with top honors.

This was the Combat Soldier Department of the Beska Intermediate Academy after all... and the Combat Soldier Department had no room for those who intended to muddle through by playing dumb.

Then, when he verified her information for her, he did indeed notice something unusual. This person was actually rated as an A-grade in mental power, and judging by her appearance, she had probably already undergone a secondary awakening.

After all, Clarence could not imagine someone whose initial awakening was already A-grade. Such a person probably wouldn't be leisurely registering at this remote place right now; they would likely have long been whisked away to the Capital Star for specialized cultivation.

At this age, she had roughly just about completed her secondary awakening.

The other party's mental power level was not bad, exceeding the requirements for most high-demand mental power tasks in the Empire, and naturally made her suitable for the Combat Soldier Department. Perhaps it should be said that this major required mental power to be as high as possible.

If the other party could reach the A+ mental power level through a smooth tertiary awakening, and with proper training, she would basically be able to secure a formal commission upon entering the military after university.

From this perspective, the academy's admission of this person was somewhat justifiable. But her resume truly left him baffled.

Because this person had actually come from an outer star system, transferred her household registration from the inner-rim star systems, and her previously studied major had nothing whatsoever to do with mecha combat. It was indeed just as he had sensed: she possessed zero foundation.

Moreover, judging by her appearance, there were no traces of recent exercise; her bones and muscles were slack, and her entire body was full of openings. Among everyone Clarence had registered since the start of reporting, not a single one was like her.

Although he did not know why the other party chose to enter the Combat Soldier Department, such determination and a momentary impulse could not sustain her in staying in the Combat Soldier Department for long.

With someone like this enrolling in their class, Clarence felt that she wouldn't last long.

What a waste of a precious enrollment quota, but that had nothing to do with him either. No matter how brilliant a person was, everyone who entered the Combat Soldier Department would be his enemy in the future.

He would defeat them one by one with his own hands.

The position of number one—he was determined to claim it. This was merely the beginning—