Cyberpunk: 2075.

Chapter 81 59. Interesting

At 7:27, Carl stood at the gate of Arasaka Academy.

There are still three minutes before class starts, which is more than enough time.

After being scanned at the door and having his identity confirmed, Carl walked towards the academy.

Wearing the Arasaka Academy uniform, which is clearly a suit, it feels quite convenient and easy to walk in. I don't feel any sense of restraint. I don't know if it was specially designed.

It took Carl two minutes to walk to his classroom. When he went in, he found that there were a dozen other people in the classroom besides himself. Judging from their faces, they were all about his age. However, judging from the fact that they were not used to his clothes and their restrained behavior, most of them were experience students like Carl who came to Arasaka Academy for experiential learning.

Opening a class for special experience students, well, that's kind of expected.

Carl had no intention of chatting with those nervous people. He looked around the classroom, which covered an area of ​​about 100 square meters, and found his seat.

In the classroom, there are four rows and five columns, with a total of twenty flat-lying access devices. The teaching method of Arasaka Academy is that students lie down to access the devices, and then connect to a special system similar to Mewtwo to study.

So lying down is to make it easier for people to access the system?
Carl thought about the situation when connecting to the Mewtwo system. It would be easier to lie flat without any sequelae such as headaches.

Your position is
Fourth row, fourth column.

Well, not bad.

While other students who arrived early were still carefully observing the platform equipment, Carl had already laid down on it.

It’s true, the backrest is soft and quite comfortable when lying down.

Tick.

It's seven-thirty time for class.

"Good morning, everyone."

At the front of the classroom, an AI projection appeared, and judging from its appearance, it looked like a bald woman.

"Is this the AI ​​teacher of Arasaka Academy?"

Raising his eyebrows, Carl listened to the AI ​​teacher introducing the learning process to the freshmen, while sending messages to Oliver and Jack through the special communication.

Carl: I'm already lying down. This chair is quite comfortable. Maybe we can buy a similar access device next time. I don't know if Arasaka sells it.

Jack: How is it going? Are you getting along well with your classmates? Are you used to it?

Carl: What harmony? The class has just started and the students in my classroom are all trial students. I may have to go to other classrooms during breaks to find out. I was thinking about getting to know those children of powerful people by being in the same classroom with them, but now it seems that it is not that easy.

Oliver: Is there enough time between classes?
Carl: It's okay. There's a 40-minute class and a 20-minute break, and there's also a break at noon. It's more relaxing than any other school I've ever attended. I almost doubted whether this was an academy run by the Arasaka Corporation. But it may also be because the students here are children of the powerful, so it's so relaxed?

Oliver: But I heard that the Academic Affairs Office of Arasaka Academy encourages students to compete with each other in terms of academic performance. I remember someone commented that at the finish line of the internal competition, there was a certificate of completion or something.

Carl: Maybe it’s because we encourage involution that it’s so easy.

The easier school is, the better, and the more rest time there is, the better. This is suitable for students to engage in internal competition after class.

Otherwise, they are all children of the powerful and wealthy. What you learn in class, how do you expect to win over others? Don't joke with me. Pay more money to the Academic Affairs Office and they will give you relevant materials suitable for you to study in your spare time.

Studying during break time, well, that's quite ironic.

Lying on the device, chatting with Oliver and Jack about Arasaka Academy, time passed quickly. It could be said that the AI ​​teacher was just like the receptionist who entertained Carl yesterday, constantly emphasizing various rules and regulations. Under the brainwashing that could be blocked by boredom, the first forty minutes of the class passed without saying anything.

It was really perfunctory. Even if it was a trial class, at least I paid for it. Why would they spend forty minutes going over the rules? When forty minutes had passed, while other students were still remembering the rules and regulations, fearing that they would forget them, Karl stepped down from the equipment.

The AI ​​teacher has disappeared and will not be back until twenty minutes later. This time is enough for Carl to take a look at other classes in the academy.

Carl was not worried that his eccentric behavior would attract any attention. He was just a student who came from a street gang. How could he understand any etiquette or manners? Such a messy behavior that did not take the rules seriously might be in line with the impression that the faculty had of him.

A man who longs to become a corporate employee and stand out, but is ultimately just a street dog who can't bear to learn for a moment.

After leaving the classroom, Carl did not ask around directly. For the Academic Affairs Office, people like him who had just entered the college would definitely be the focus of observation. It would be too conspicuous if he just stood there and asked for information.

What he should do is.
"Where is the toilet?"

Muttering to himself, as if he had forgotten that he had been led along this road yesterday, Carl walked towards a corner.

He heard light footsteps on the other side of the corner.

About two seconds.

He controlled his steps, and they didn't look much different from before, except that he raised his legs a moment slower. Carl just happened to meet the footsteps coming from the other side of the corner.

"bump."

Amid the slight collision, the world in Carl's eyes slowed down under his conscious control.

Carl saw clearly who bumped into him. It was a girl with blue hair tied in a ponytail.

Scan quickly.

His appearance is so-so, with patch-like prosthetics on both cheeks. I don't know what they are used for. His pupils are purple, probably artificial eyes, and the emotion revealed in his eyes is surprise.

There is nothing to worry about, but he can be the first person to communicate.

While thinking this in his heart, Carl noticed a person's gaze during this slow time.

It was a boy with a black punk hairstyle who was walking on the outside and crossing the corner with the blue-haired girl.

Judging from the appearance, there is nothing special about this boy. There are only two marks on his face left by prosthetic modifications. In Carl's observation, there is no trace of Swanwestan. However, this seemingly ordinary boy made Carl feel the gaze at him when his self-awareness accelerated.

Excellent talent and good reflexes.

The slow time in my senses returned to its normal flow rate, and the girl with the azure ponytail groaned and sat down on the ground.

However, Carl's eyes met with that of the punk-haired boy.

After a glance, they parted ways.

The boy continued walking, and Carl smiled and extended his hand to the girl on the ground.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

Although he was smiling, Karl was a little interested in his heart.

Interest in the talents of young people passing by.

interesting.

(End of this chapter)