Chapter 1107: Chapter 662: Everyone is Waiting for to Rise, But I’m Helpless_3 Chapter 1107: Chapter 662: Everyone is Waiting for to Rise, But I’m Helpless_3 What a silly big brother.
At this mont, Nico Ross was sweating profusely, biting the pen with his teeth.
In front of him was a paper book filled with densely written formulas.
This was Nico’s unique way of learning.
While others could absorb knowledge directly through high-concentration brain quantum links, Nico couldn’t.
He could only maintain a concentration of around 80%, and when absorbing knowledge at high intensity, he could only maintain high-efficiency operation for less than six minutes.
Moreover, most people preferred retinal projection or brain-link control of three-dinsional thinking for paperless learning and calculation.
However, after nurous tests, Nico showed obvious discomfort with such high-tech stuff and had a soft spot for the extrely primitive pen and paper thod.
This greatly reduced his learning efficiency, but at least he could extend his study ti a bit.
In terms of ti trading for knowledge, this was his most efficient state.
Nora Camp approached and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead with a tissue.
Startled, Nico, focused on reading and scribbling on scratch paper, turned around and realized it was Nora.
He squinted and grinned, “Sis, you’re back! There’s cake in the fridge. I’ll chat with you after I finish this section.”
Nora shook her head, “In five minutes, I have to go back to my room and log in to receive my fleet. Don’t worry about , just do your thing.”
Nico nodded, “Mm.”
Then, he bent over again and returned to studying.
Nora gently lifted his neck a little, “Don’t get too close. I’ve read history books that say many ancient people read like this from a young age and then beca nearsighted. Although we can now remodel our bodies, it’s still important to develop good self-protection habits.”
“Mm!”
Before returning to her room, Nora stared at Nico for a long ti.
She rembered their conversation a month and a half ago.
When Nico learned that the minimum education required to beco a captain’s service officer was elentary school graduation, he found this primitive thod of learning that didn’t require a brain link.
It was tough and tiring, but effective.
Nora knew Nico was “dumb,” but also knew he was stubborn.
Even if it’s a tiny, sowhat embarrassing ideal, it’s still an ideal.
Maybe by the ti he turns eighteen, he’ll have completed his elentary school courses?
By then, we’ll be officially grown up.
Nora’s face suddenly turned red, and she pulled her head back.
…
Fifteen minutes later.
“Cloudtop Third War Zone, Fifth Vertical Team, No.9527 Smart Fleet has completed assembly! Awaiting orders!”
Nora Camp, two years and eleven months old, finally set foot on the battlefield for the first ti via remote access.
After sending the order to her superiors, Nora’s heartbeat gradually accelerated.
In front of her was a dium-sized star map, with projections of fifty thousand dium-sized warships forming a dense array of green dots.
These were the unmanned smart warships she had just taken over.
However, the experienced young Nora didn’t realize that her direct commander was more nervous than she was.
The Commander knew how many people were watching the small-scale battlefield he was in charge of.
In this 60-billion-kiloter radius of space, there were thirty million large and dium-sized human warships and eighty million enemy combat units.
The two sides had been engaged in a tense confrontation for years, with both constantly replenishing their military strength and unable to break through.
Nora’s 9527 Fleet was the newly arrived reinforcent.
He was about to give Nora her first special combat assignnt.
The difficulty of this task had to be just right, neither too easy nor too hard.
It had to test Nora’s abilities while demanding success, avoiding any negative impact on human morale.
“Nora Camp, please follow the predetermined route and destroy the thousand transport ships moving along the enemy supply lines.”
Finally, the Commander chose from a pile of combat plans what he deed the most suitable for Nora at this ti.
“Understood!”
Nora ordered swiftly in her mind, and the fifty thousand dium-sized smart warships moved imdiately. Compared to Keith Baker, who made a na for himself in simulation gas years ago without even realizing he was a true participant in the war, Nora’s starting point was much higher.
Almost in an instant, she formulated a detailed tactical plan that appeared before the observers.
“Hiss!”
The Commander and countless onlookers gasped in unison.
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