【Copy Opened · Day 6】

[Core Area·Consritine University·10 am]

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"City-state news brings you the latest news."

"Today's Dangerous Area Traffic Index, Level 8. (287,818) coordinates fell into abnormal traffic. Observers found that five days ago, a man in black robe carrying a blonde female bionic man appeared in it. He suspected that he was an armed resistance force and suggested that scavengers and travelers go around the area..."

"At 23:29 yesterday, an ancient ruin was successfully excavated, and experts discovered an abandoned small R03 silver hexagram pistol. It is speculated that the ruins came from the Battle of Dawn decades ago, but the pistol model is a contemporary model. Experts said that this may be a reproduction of history by modern pistols, and the pistol can be vaguely visible on the pistol [...s, if you can remember... me] a line of text, experts speculated that this may be a relic of the residents during the Battle of Dawn..."

Under the shade of the sunny trees, a girl in a school uniform held orange soda in her hands and looked at the youthful and energetic young people on the court. News and news came from the radio broadcast on the pillar beside her.

She was covered in black hair and her temperament was like a blooming lilies. The young students playing basketball always glanced at her face uncontrollably.

If you want to see the barrage in the live broadcast room, you must play the sentence "Young man, cicadas, summer, orange soda".

The atmosphere here reminds people of the green era full of sunshine and sweat, and the coldness of the Machinery City seems to be erased here.

This is Consritin University in the core area, and it is also the top 1 university where talents gather in the city of measurement. It takes into account high-end fields such as mechanics, biology, chemistry, applied physics, mathematics, artificial intelligence and data statistics.

The students who come here all choose one of them. Only when the Liming system determines that they have noble personality, stable and positive emotions can they enter this university.

This supreme ivory tower has continuously imported elites to high-income areas in the past decade. In fact, some students have received higher evaluations from the Dawn System and become researchers of Central City and assistants to the city lords - this is the highest honor for the residents of the city state.

Unfortunately, Central City has been blocked for a long time, and this route close to the city lord has been locked down. Otherwise, this university would have been overwhelmed by players who have all the means.

"...She is so beautiful. Is she a transfer student?"

"I don't know what personality it is. Our school is all elites in the City of Measuring. She shouldn't be of inferior personality. I want to pursue her..."

"Her temperament is so special. Is she from the Ministry of Humanities? So cute..."

The students who play basketball have never seen such a beautiful girl, and she has an innate charm.

The end of the world is approaching, and people mainly focus on science and practical learning. As for the literature, poetry, art and music a hundred years ago, such things that seem "flashy" in data-based cities have been thrown into the garbage dump of history, so that people gradually become like machines.

Fortunately, the previous core district speaker discovered this in time - he realized that human beings cannot lose their humanistic feelings. He warned that people began to try their best to retrieve the artistic cells of the last century.

Consritin University attaches great importance to this. It opens an auditorium and provides public elective courses for all students every week. Each student chooses at least one of literature, art and music.

However, artists who have suffered "human uselessness" persecuted for decades are already very difficult to find. The humanities department cannot recruit teachers and often faces the situation where one teacher teaches hundreds of students.

"I heard that a new teacher who teaches musical instruments has arrived in the Ministry of Humanities. Is it her?" the young people guessed.

"Music Instruments? What is a musical instrument?"

"Music instruments are... a very popular thing before the catastrophe of the century. I have seen it in a museum and will make all kinds of sounds when touched. Its music is not synthesized with AI, but is compiled by humans themselves."

"Humans can arrange music too? Can that sound good? I have listened to music composed by artificial intelligence since I was a child..."

"I don't know, I want to choose a music subject..."

Suddenly, a young man with a hedgehog head looked at the girl's eyes. The young man's face turned red, and even the basketball in his hand forgot to pass it.

"Does she like me..." The young man with hedgehog head thought about this unnecessary question.

Suddenly, the girl took a step. She lowered her head, her pink lips with faint makeup opened gently, and said softly-

“…a bunch of sbs.”

Yamadachoichi realized that he was not a swear person.

But don't think he doesn't know what unhealthy content these people are thinking about.

But unfortunately, he is older than them.

He finally found the key NPC from the edge area, and used his high charm and favorable props to negotiate conditions with the other party, so that he could use the other party's right to recommend him to come to this university.

Keusta's selection is imminent, and he must not enter it as a poor person in the marginal area, at least win over some high-personal partners.

College students who have not yet entered society are the best goals to win over.

As for girls' school uniforms? Who made the students not recognize his true gender?

"Gudong."

"Thank you for feeding, protecting the environment, reducing the city-state pollution value, cultivating a good personality, starting with you and me."

Yamada Machichi threw the orange soda he had drunk into the smart trash can, and the personified trash can showed him a real smile.

He raised his head and saw that students from the Mechanical Department gathered together on the teaching building not far away to build small drones with bare hands.

As they cheered, the plane quickly formed in their hands. It slid from the high building to the low building with a lunch box, and could vaguely see the bullet holes carrying micro shells under it.

It was born so easily in the hands of this group of students, even just for delivery of food. But in the marginal area, it will become a high-end weapon for countless poor people to fight for their lives and die and flow into a river of blood.

——This is the highest elites of this whole world, human beings. At this time, they all gather here, as harmless as students.

They have not yet clearly realized how terrifying fire the technology they have mastered will be caused by flooding. They have not clearly understood how precious the knowledge they have learned is in the eyes of others.

This made Yamadachoichi sense the disparity of the world - the monopoly of knowledge and the four-fold division of the city-state, making the gap between people bigger than that between people and dogs.

Looking at the happy and rosy smiles of the students, he only saw countless blood-colored, pale and thin faces from it.

This ivory tower has cultivated a group of elites who do not know the sufferings of the world and only know the happiness of happiness. He felt a little suffocated.

"—I heard that a teacher who taught musical instruments came to the music department that has always been vacant in the Humanities Department, and nearly half of the students went to attend the class."

"Music instruments? I'm going to see them too. No wonder the school is so empty today..."

The sound of footsteps came around.

Almost no one in the city-state can play musical instruments. In a judgment at dawn, the instruments were uniformly destroyed as prohibited objects.

Yamadachoichi walked forward with the crowded flow of people, and there was a smell of sycamore trees in the air. This faint, heavy, ancient smell surrounded him like a dream, like an old yellowed photo that evoked his thoughts, and he recalled his youth.

He missed homesick.

This city-state is so similar to Zhai Xing in the past. It makes him feel like he is in a dream, unwilling to see the blood and blue strips in his sight, and unwilling to wake up.

He closed his eyes and walked forward, the crowd pushed him, and as he approached the auditorium, he heard the music.

Thousands of students sat in the circular auditorium in a mighty manner. They looked at the center of the auditorium, the prohibited black and white instruments that had been seen in the database - and the person who was in a wheelchair, who could play music intently.

The sound is simple and rich, like raindrops sprinkling on the ground. Its rhythm is more diverse and free than the music fitted by artificial intelligence, as if you can hear the emotions that belong to humans.

The young man in a white robe sat quietly in the middle of people's sight. The light from the auditorium shone on his shoulders, and his body was filled with brilliant white stars.

The black cat on his shoulder was lazy, and his flame-like tail swayed with the rhythm.

This is probably the reason why the students come so many times - the ss-level charm. As long as you don’t deliberately restrain yourself, you will have a sensational effect wherever you go.

"Damn it." Yamadachoichi couldn't help but curse.

...This black cat is too obvious, right? I'm afraid that the players don't know who this is.

However, Su Mingan is wearing Wang Han's human skin mask on his face, and he becomes Lu Weis, a disguised identity. NPC cannot recognize him as Akto.

Yamadacho heard the subtle differences in the music - compared to the perfect "Fate" written by Akira at the Human Self-Rescue Conference, this song Debussy's "Moonlight" makes people feel greener, but more moving.

He couldn't tell the specific differences, but he always felt that this song was very good.

"He actually came here to teach musical instruments. He was obviously a professor of psychology disguised as a professor of psychology." A female voice came from beside him.

This is a girl in school uniform. Her emerald eyes are particularly eye-catching.

"But if it weren't for him, we probably wouldn't have heard such a moving song. After all, I don't learn psychology." The girl turned her head and glanced at him: "Right?"

"Why are you?" Yamadacho recognized the girl who was chased by the mechanical army in the marginal area at once.

She is Dong Anan, Xiaomei's adopted girl, and has an unknown background - but she is obviously a timid mute girl during the day and can only speak at night.

"I didn't expect you, a poor man in the marginal area, to come here." Dong Anan glanced at him: "Go to the back door? Take advantage of your beauty that is more generous than girls? Oh, by the way, my 'going back door' does not mean to be superficial."

...The mouth is really poisonous.

Yamadacho was so angry that his teeth were itchy. He would rather this guy be a mute.

Dong Anan turned around and left.

She seemed to have just come over and take a look.

At this time, the song was over, and the charming teacher on the stage began to tell the history of the piano and the playing method, and the music scores were distributed to the students.

Due to the loss of production methods, one piano per person is unable to be achieved. Students come here to listen to lectures, and they are more curious about the instruments.

...Of course, this must be mixed with the teacher's charming factor.

One thing is passed through ten, ten things are passed through hundreds. As soon as the news spreads, almost all the girls came to see people, squeezed the auditorium like canned sardines.

Yamadacho suddenly felt a little confused when he listened to Su Mingan's lecture.

...It's so dizzy.

Why is my head so dizzy...

He received the voice from the stage in a daze, his thoughts becoming more and more numb...

He remembered the words he said on the stage in a daze, as if he was regarded as a holy voice.

"The fingering of the piano is divided into..."

“Practice process…”
To be continued...