Cyberpunk: 2075

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

There were still three minutes before class, which was more than enough time.

After being scanned at the entrance and confirming his identity, Carl walked towards the academy.

Wearing the school uniform of Arasaka Academy, although it was a suit, he walked quite easily and did not feel any sense of restraint. I wonder if it was specially designed.

It took two minutes to walk to his classroom. Carl walked in and found that there were more than ten people in the classroom besides himself. Judging from their faces, they were all about the same age as him. However, judging from their unaccustomed to the clothes he wore and their restrained behavior, most of them were experiencers who came to Arasaka Academy for experience learning like Carl.

Opening a class for special experiencers, well, it was expected.

Carl did not intend to talk to those nervous people of the same kind. He looked around the classroom covering an area of ​​about 100 square meters and found his seat.

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

So this lying down is to make it easier for people to access the system?

Carl thought about the situation of accessing the Mewtwo system. It is indeed easier to lie down, and there will be no sequelae such as headaches.

His position is...

The fourth row, the fourth column.

Well, it's okay.

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

It's really comfortable to lie down with a soft backrest.

Tick-tock.

The class time is 7:30.

"Good morning, students."

At the front of the classroom, an AI projection appeared. Judging from the face, it looks 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 new students while sending messages to Oliver and Jack in a special communication.

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

Jack: How is it going? Do you get along well with your classmates? Can you get used to it?

Carl: Harmonious? Classes have just started, and the classrooms I am in are all trial students. I may have to go to other classrooms during the break to see if it is okay. I was thinking about being in the same classroom with those children of the rich and powerful so that I can get familiar with them. Now it seems that it is not that easy.

Oliver: Is the break time enough?

Carl: It’s okay. There is a break of 20 minutes every 40 minutes of class, and there is also a break at noon. It is easier than any school I have ever attended. I almost doubted whether this is an academy opened by Arasaka Corporation... But it may be because the students here are all children of the rich and powerful, so it is so easy?

Oliver: But didn’t I hear that the Academic Affairs Office of Arasaka Academy encourages students to compete with each other in terms of grades? 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 they encourage internal competition that it’s so easy.

The easier it is to go to school, the better, and the more time to rest, the better. This is suitable for students to do internal competition after class.

Otherwise, they are all children of the rich and powerful. How can you beat others by learning those things in class? Don’t be ridiculous. Pay more money to the Academic Affairs Office, and they will give you relevant materials suitable for you to study during your rest time.

Studying during rest time, well, it’s quite ironic.

Lying on the device, chatting with Oliver and Jack about Arasaka Academy, time passed quickly. It’s better to say that the AI ​​teacher is like the reception staff who entertained Carl yesterday, constantly emphasizing various rules and regulations over there. Under the brainwashing that can be blocked by boredom, the first 40 minutes of the first class passed without saying anything.

It's really perfunctory. Even if it's a trial class, at least I paid for it. As for a class, I have to go back and forth for 40 minutes to talk about the rules.

After 40 minutes, when other students were still remembering the rules and regulations, afraid that they would forget them, Carl stepped down from the lying equipment.

The AI ​​teacher had disappeared and would not come back until 20 minutes later. This time was enough for Carl to take a look at other classes in the college.

Carl was not worried that his maverick behavior would attract any attention. He was just a student who came from a street gang. How could he understand etiquette and politeness? Such a messy and careless behavior might be in line with the impression of the faculty.

A person who wanted to become a company employee and stand out, but in the end he was just a street stray dog ​​who couldn't bear to study for a while.

After leaving the classroom, Carl didn't ask around directly. For the Academic Affairs Office, people like him who had just entered the college must be the focus of observation. It would be too conspicuous to ask for information right away.

What he should do is...

"Where is the toilet..."

Muttering to himself, as if forgetting that he had been led to the road once yesterday, Carl walked towards a corner.

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

About two seconds.

Controlling his steps, it looked the same as before, except that the speed of lifting his legs slowed down for a moment. Carl happened to meet the footsteps from the other corner at the moment when they turned around.

"Bang."

In the slight collision, the world in Carl's eyes was consciously controlled and slowed down.

Carl saw who bumped into him. It was a girl with blue hair and a single ponytail.

Quickly scanned.

The appearance was okay. There were patch-like prostheses on both cheeks. I don't know what they were used for. The pupils were purple, which should be prosthetic eyes. The emotion in the eyes was surprise.

Nothing worth paying attention to, but he could be the first person to communicate.

While thinking so in his heart, Carl noticed the sight of a person during this slow time.

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

From the appearance, there is nothing special about this boy. There are only two marks left by the prosthetic transformation on his face. In Carl's observation, there is no trace of Sian Westin. However, this boy who looks very ordinary, made Carl feel his gaze when his self-awareness accelerated.

Excellent talent, good reflex nerves.

The slow time in the senses returned to the normal flow rate. The blue ponytail girl groaned and sat on the ground.

But Carl's eyes met with the punk-haired boy.

After a glance, they separated.

The boy continued to walk, and Carl smiled and stretched out his hand to the girl on the ground.

"Sorry, are you okay?"

With a smile on his face, Carl's heart was aroused with interest.

Interest in the talent of the boy passing by.

Interesting.