The strongest brain in the universe

"You, what are you doing here? Don't come here, can you go back to your position, people other than the administrator are not welcome here. Don't, don't force me to complain to the principal. When the time comes, you..." Someone in the control room looked at the person who suddenly appeared in the control room like a ghost, and couldn't help but tremble a bit, but he still stood up and showed the other party that he was not afraid, as if he wanted to protect his last bit of dignity.

Stark glanced at him and took another step closer to the main control station.

Seeing the other party's obvious intention to intervene, Nidel instinctively wanted to stop it, but was stopped by the cold eyes thrown by the other party. Terrible... this man...

No, no, he is the chief designer, this is his home field, how can he be so afraid of this man? We must quickly find a way to drive people out.

"you--"

"This screen...zoom in and see." The man did not respond to the threat of Dennis's sarcasm, and found the one he wanted in the hundreds of split screens, and suddenly said.

Denis was stunned by the other party's sudden question:?

The other party repeated it patiently, but did not intend to take a half step closer to the console. It was only then that Denis realized that the person approached just now was probably just to find the picture he was looking for more quickly.

Who is it, this is... If you don't want to look outside, if you run to the console to threaten the chief designer, you won't be afraid of him complaining to the school or something.

Uh-huh, looking at the uniform, I knew it must be the big boss from the combat individual department, and he was going to complain to the first-year side in a while. And what is the commander-in-chief doing? Didn't he send someone to guard the vicinity? Why can this person treat it as nothing, like entering a land of no one.

But Denis finally gave in. Let it go, let him take a look at it if he wants to, these individual soldiers always have this and that kind of problem. As long as the rules are not broken, what's the point of being patient?

Denis stared at the opponent's movements like a thief, lest he touch the buttons on the console on a whim. It's just that his worry was probably in vain. As soon as the other party saw the slightly enlarged wide-angle screen in the upper left corner, he focused all his attention on the screen, and didn't give the operator any attention.

Denis instantly felt the cold suffocation surrounding his side suddenly disappear, as if it had never appeared before, which made him relax.

He doesn't remember to hit. Although I was afraid of this man, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a little curious, wondering why the other party came here? Could it be that he specifically asked to enlarge a screen for him to see?

Denis: ...

Now he finally knew why he was blocked by this person before. It was because he poked his precious student.

This man had actually been here just now, and Denis recognized him. And because of his amazing operation in the supply point, he was greeted fiercely by the other party once.

Denis knew that the other party was here for a certain kid from that team, but he didn't know which one it was, since it wasn't the one surnamed Zhou anyway. Now he seemed to know who it was too.

"Are you Captain Stark of the Eighth Army?" Denis quickly took a seat and called out the other party's identity accurately.

Stark didn't deny it.

It turned out to be this one. Alas, it's really a coincidence that this fuss and fuss ended up on my colleagues.

Behind Beska Intermediate Academy is the Eighth Legion, and naturally most of the teachers in the school come from this Legion. Only a small number of them came here to teach for different reasons or special dispatches.

It's just that a large legion will still be divided into factions, not everyone in the legion can know each other and work together, it depends on their immediate superiors.

And it was such a coincidence that Stark, Nie Erqi, and Denis were all direct superiors, and the three of them were naturally considered true colleagues of the same faction.

It's just that Denis is a civil servant, and because he has no establishment on the surface, he and Stark have almost no chance to meet, so naturally they don't recognize each other's appearance. But he knew that he had a captain officer named Stark who was the first-year class tutor at Beska Intermediate Academy, and he thought about the information at the top of the list, so he could recognize the person by seat.

It seems that his idea of ​​complaining to the principal is going to fail. How dare Denis provoke this man? Besides, they are all their own people, what does it look like to kill each other...

"You are here for this child? Don't worry, her leg shouldn't be hurt. As long as you don't add more damage to it, it will be fine soon after it comes out." Denis looked The other party knew what he was examining and evaluating.

Stark's eyes silently fell on Dennis who was laughing dryly, and he didn't speak, making someone's back sweat coldly, while thinking... It's really scary, why is this guy even scarier than the rumors say.

He quickly changed the subject: "This team of little guys can really make a fuss, and they can solve everything that they don't have. Just looking at their small team is enough...I really swear that I won't make small moves again. I, I That is also to train them, so please stop staring at me."

"Hey, hey, have you finished watching? Don't watch for a while longer? Actually, you can..." But the other party disappeared in a blink of an eye like a gust of wind, without looking back, and there was no chance for Denis to get close.

"...It seems that they are simply here for an injury check." Denis thought thoughtfully.

The screen in the control room is different from watching the video outside. It has a wide angle and high definition. The other party probably came to the backstage to watch it because they were worried.

"Isn't this a guarantee that I won't complain to him? It really deserves to be that confidant guy, he is really a thief." Denis couldn't help but muttered: "I wanted to remind him, See if you want to make things easier, anyway, the Mays family is also secretly endorsed. Now people are running so fast, who do I talk to, forget it, I can only proceed according to the original design, when the time comes Don't blame me for being cruel."

He fixedly glanced at the team of four who were still recuperating in place, and thought of something, smiled, and then restored the screen to its original size.

After confirming the status of each contestant, he looked at the total data section in the lower right corner.

——There are still ten hours and three minutes before the end of the competition, and there are only 332 contestants left in the military professional arena. There are 51 official teams, 21 temporary teams with different numbers, and 27 scattered participants.

Ranking first on the list is Jiang Hui from Squad 1 of the Combat Individual Department, with a total of 492 personal points, and currently belongs to the temporary team T186. Ranked second is Alec Hawley of the Combat Individual Department, with 342 personal points, belonging to the official team R256. The third combat individual belongs to the second class Clarence, with 296 individual points and no team.

These are the top three in the current standings. The situation is very clear, and the result is about to come out, because there are not many competitors left in the arena, and there is not much room left for them to manipulate.

But Denis will not let the result solidify so easily. It's only one third of the game, how can it end so quickly? Wouldn't that be detrimental to his reputation as a ghost?

The next phase is about to begin.