[Dungeon Opening·Day 6]
【Core Area·Constriding University·10am】
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Under the shade of a tree filled with sunshine, a girl in school uniform holds a bottle of orange soda in her hand, her temperament as that of a lily.
This is the core area of the University of Constantine, which is also the top university in the city of measurement where talents gather. It covers high-end fields such as mechanics, biology, chemistry, applied physics, mathematics, artificial intelligence and data statistics.
This supreme ivory tower has continuously imported elites from high-income areas in the past decade. Some students will become researchers in the central city and assistants to the city lord - this is the highest honor for the residents of the city-state.
It was a pity that the Central City had been sealed off for a long time, and this route to the city lord was blocked. Otherwise, this university would have probably been overwhelmed by players with all kinds of tricks.
"…She's so pretty. Is she a transfer student?"
"I don't know what kind of personality she has. Our school is full of elites in the City of Measurement. She shouldn't be an inferior personality. I want to pursue her..."
"She has a very special temperament. Is she from the Humanities Department? She's so cute..."
The students playing basketball had never seen such a beautiful girl. She had an innate charm.
With the end of the world approaching, people are focusing on science and practical learning. As for the literature, poetry, art and music from a hundred years ago, these things that seem "flashy" in the digitized city have been thrown into the garbage dump of history, so that people are gradually becoming numb like machines.
Fortunately, the previous core district council speaker discovered this in time - he issued a warning, and people began to try their best to regain the artistic cells of the last century.
The University of Constance opened a large auditorium and provided elective courses for all students every week. Each student chose at least one course from literature, art and music. However, artists who had been persecuted for decades because of the "uselessness of humanities" were very hard to find. The humanities department was unable to recruit teachers and often had to face the situation of one teacher teaching hundreds of students.
"I heard that there is a new teacher teaching musical instruments in the Humanities Department. Is it her?" the young people speculated.
"Musical instruments? What are musical instruments?"
"The musical instrument was... a very popular thing before the catastrophe of the century. I saw it in a museum. The music was not synthesized by AI, but composed by humans themselves."
"Humans can also compose music? Can it sound good? All I've listened to since I was a child are songs composed by artificial intelligence..."
"I don't know. I'm thinking about choosing music..."
Suddenly, a young man with a spiky hairdo met the girl's gaze. His face flushed with shame, and he even forgot to pass the basketball in his hand.
"Does she like me..." The hedgehog-haired young man pondered this unnecessary question.
Suddenly, the girl took a step forward. She lowered her head, and her lightly made-up pink lips opened slightly, and she whispered:
"...a bunch of idiots."
Yamada Machiichi was aware that he was not the kind of person who liked to curse.
But don't think he doesn't know what unhealthy things these people are thinking.
But unfortunately, he is older than all of them.
He finally found a key NPC from the marginal area and negotiated the conditions, so that he could use the other party's recommendation to come to this university. Kaiusta was coming, and he wanted to win over some high-character partners. College students who had not yet set foot in society were his best targets.
As for the girls' uniform? It was because the students didn't recognize his real gender.
"Gudong."
"Thank you for feeding us. Protecting the environment, reducing the pollution level of the city-state, and cultivating good personalities starts with you and me."
Machiichi Yamada threw the empty orange soda in his hand into the smart trash can, and the anthropomorphic trash can gave him a simulated smile.
Looking at the happy and rosy smiles of the students, Yamada Machiichi only saw countless pale and skinny faces among them.
"——I heard that the music department in the humanities department, which has always been vacant, has a teacher teaching musical instruments, and nearly half of the students have attended the class."
"Musical instruments? I want to go and see them too. No wonder the school is so empty today..."
Yamada-cho walked forward with the crowded crowd. There was a scent of sycamore trees in the air. This ancient scent surrounded him like a dream, and he recalled his boyhood.
He misses home.
This city-state was so similar to Zhai Xing in the past that he felt as if he were in a dream.
He walked forward, the crowd pushing him.
Thousands of students sat in the circular auditorium, looking at the black and white musical instrument in the center of the auditorium - and the person sitting in a wheelchair, playing music.
The sound is pure and rich, like raindrops falling on the ground. Its rhythm is more diverse than the music fitted by artificial intelligence, and it seems that one can hear the unique human emotions in it.
The young man in a white robe sat quietly in the center of people's sight. The light from the auditorium shone on his shoulders, and his body seemed to be filled with brilliant white starlight.
The black cat on his shoulder was lazily swaying with its flaming tail to the rhythm of the music.
This is probably why so many students come here - with SS-level charm, as long as they don't deliberately restrain themselves, they will cause a sensation wherever they go.
"Damn it." Yamada Machi couldn't help but curse.
...Isn't this black cat too obvious? I'm afraid the players won't know who it is.
But now Su Mingan is wearing Wang Han's human skin mask on his face, and has changed into Lewis' disguised identity. The NPC cannot recognize him as Akto.
Yamada Machi heard the subtle difference in the music - compared to Ming's technically perfect "Fate" at the Human Self-Saving Conference, Debussy's "Moonlight" felt more immature, but also more moving.
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