Although there was a slight deviation in the plan, Jiang Hui finally skipped dinner and returned to the dormitory, where he continued to study the small problem of the side rotation axis of the mecha model.
Although the process is not that smooth, time always flies by if you concentrate on doing things. By the time Jiang Hui came to his senses from the workbench, it was almost eleven o'clock at night.
Wait, is it so late? ! She hasn't changed clothes and washed up yet, so she has to hurry up, otherwise she will be directly transported to the mental space after a while.
Jiang Hui had to put down what he was doing, grabbed his pajamas and entered the bathroom.
After coming out, she originally thought of just going to bed and waiting. Anyway, she could continue her research in the spiritual space.
But while sitting on the bed and looking at the bookshelf not far away, Jiang Hui suddenly remembered that he hadn't brought back a large bundle of information from Huan Xian this morning? I forgot to take it out, so I quickly took it out from the space button.
This bundle of information is very thick and holds a lot of weight in your hand. It's hard to believe that these are just one month's worth of homework. How on earth did Huan Xian and the others get through it? Are the learning conditions of different majors really so different?
Jiang Hui shook his head in confusion, untied the rope above, and opened the scattered pages. After looking at it, the situation was the same as what she had looked through in the morning. Some of them were obviously printed, and there were also things like title outlines, but most of them were manuscripts. Judging from the handwriting, they should be Huan Xian's manuscripts.
Jiang Hui took the last one and looked at it before he understood why there were so many manuscripts.
In fact, there is a lot of coursework, but not to this extent. However, Huan Xian completed these tasks very seriously, and he would use several blank sheets of paper to review some cases and problems. There are also examples that seem to have been extracted from some reference book. All in all, it is very rich in content. Jiang Hui only glanced at this part and felt that it was very informative. It was a good material for learning basic command knowledge.
Jiang Hui felt that now was not a good time to learn this. He thought that he would wait until the sky cleared and calm down to read it, so he found a special folder and put it away. But I don't know why there are three other things similar to document bags that are placed separately.
Jiang Hui originally thought that these should be manuscripts, but he didn't want to open them and found some differences.
This paper is different.
Jiang Hui fiddled with the thickly stacked pages in the document bag with his fingers. Feeling a little strange in his heart, he pulled them out as he wished.
But she never thought that this thing was really different. Her hands almost shook and the whole stack of information fell to the ground.
Jiang Hui felt something strange when he touched it just now. The paper was a bit brittle. It didn't look like the thicker paper used for replicas, but more like the kind of paper used for exams. Unexpectedly, when he took it out, it looked like that. Plant paper.
Moreover, the paper looks a bit old. Although it has a rigid and old feel when reproduced by a replica machine, it at least shows that the paper originally used for replicas is only older and not newer.
These are not the important points. The important point is that the handwriting on it 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 overflowing with determination. It can be seen that he is a very tough person at heart. ….
Jiang Hui took a look at the contents above, and became more and more frightened as he read them. These manuscripts, which had no headers, no layout, and no beginning or end, wrote a lot of complicated things. Some of them were about a certain battle in a certain place in a certain year. Analyzed the troop layout and armed statistics of this battle, and even a certain colonel went to XX to occupy the front line at the command of the commander. How many years did the front line collapse...
This is not like a simulation example from the batch of command assignments that Huan Xian had done before. Because the names of the people, weapons and even the actual distribution of the battle situation are all too real and shocking to look at, as if they really existed.
Jiang Hui didn't believe in evil, so he flipped through a few more pictures. They were all similar, but the analysis example changed again. The battle situation picture was more profound than the one he just saw, and there were many more pictures on it. I don’t understand the signature.
Now she finally understood that these could not be the assignments of Huan Xian and the other freshmen in the command department, but came from another place, probably from a higher grade, maybe even
It still happened, but somehow it became an example for students to analyze.
How did Huan Xian get these things? Where did he get it? Did the command department give it to me? Jiang Hui guessed with some overflowing thoughts.
"...But if you don't need it, break it into pieces and don't upload it to the Internet." Suddenly, Jiang Hui's mind recalled what Huan Xian had said to her casually.
...Do not post it on the Internet. This would be understandable if the other party values privacy.
If these were just homework and manuscripts belonging to a first-year freshman, Huan Xian's explanation would be a bit strange, but if... the other party's words refer to these materials - it seems to be understandable.
Jiang Hui opened the other two packages thoughtfully. As she expected, the other two packets of information wrapped in document paper bags were also the same. They were both examples of unknown origins and belonged to the same person as the bag of handwriting she just opened.
However, the content is somewhat different. The second bag contains mainly analysis of the situation on a certain front, and the remaining bag contains scattered information. Most of the contents are analysis and comparison of battles with a certain group of people.
Jiang Hui was now sure that the information contained in these document bags were different. It was this information that Huanxian wanted her to keep secret and keep for herself. Clarence wanted it too later. The reason why Huan Xian did not ask Jiang Hui to copy it to her but instead said that he would send a copy himself was because he did not want others to discover this pile of information.
Although Jiang Hui was really grateful that the other party got her such a thing, and she felt like she was making a lot of money, but——
She held this pile of secret information in her hand and felt her palms feel hot.
Where did the other party get these things? It should be... through legal means, right?
Jiang Hui felt more and more uneasy and wanted to send a light brain communication to ask, but he thought it was very late now. If she was fine and sent a text message without scaring people to death, it would be considered disturbing other people's peace... Moreover, the time was wrong now, it was almost twelve o'clock, and she might have entered the space before she finished speaking.
In the end, Jiang Hui had no choice but to carefully find a place to put the information, then tidied up and got on the bed, waiting for a while to enter the spiritual space. .
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