Players Invade Cyberpunk

Chapter 1187 - 385: Copying Answers Won’t Get You Good Grades (Part 2)

But Natural Curl slowly stood up, silently leaving surrounded by everyone, because he knew that everyone here was the killer of his dreams!As for the maid café, he didn’t want to go either; although the staff there were beautiful, sweet-voiced, and had a good attitude, even a bit of intimate contact wouldn’t get him kicked off.

But for some reason, it just couldn’t give him that heartbeat from the heart, as if the one serving him wasn’t a beautiful girl, but a man instead.

Natural Curl now had only one thought

To take back his dreams!

To reclaim every man’s ideals!

As for what the unity of the world, a world that cannot even satisfy a man’s desires, what reason does it have to exist?!

It must be destroyed!

Even the heavens seemed to sense Natural Curl’s mood, with clouds gathering, thunder rumbling, and the rain pouring down in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, my hand trembles

At this moment, my heart aches

Why is it this way?

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Just need to agree, and together build this Night City, to truly become a hero admired by thousands.

Residents of the Watson District and even the entire Night City will erect statues for the players, film companies will make movies for them, write biographies, and compose songs.

To be remembered in history!

The treatment is not bad.

Money, fame, you can have anything, and it’s not picking out a few players; everyone has a share. The most important thing is there’s no moral burden at all.

This is a righteous career, saving the whole world, what’s wrong with that?

These things are undoubtedly very attractive to the players.

They have seen firsthand how messy Night City used to be, and according to that Mr. Blue Eyes, there are places as sinful as Night City all over the world.

Can’t manage, can’t control.

The people of the world have lived in such a chaotic, dark world for almost a hundred years, can’t wait any longer.

Extreme measures must be used in extraordinary times...

Masked Rider returned groggily to the Taiping Continent Ice Room.

All he could think about was everything Blue Eyes said today.

He also knew Brother Ni’s discoveries, under various realities, he found the other’s choice didn’t seem to have any problems.

This world is too rotten, rotten beyond saving.

As the other side said, using extreme measures isn’t hard to understand.

But... is this really right to do?

Masked Rider asked himself, but couldn’t find the answer. His heart was like the violent thunder outside the door, unable to calm for a long time.

Nishikawa Meishu, standing at the counter, saw Masked Rider enter, quickly pulled him inside

"It’s about to rain outside, come in quickly, don’t get caught in the rain."

The rain in Night City is acid rain, which has a considerable corrosive effect on metal, and even exoskeletons can get damaged.

"Sir Knight, you returned just in time; Ling Mei has a few arithmetic problems she can’t solve, she’s been clamoring to find you."

Miki said a little embarrassed

"The homework the teacher gave her is too difficult, even I can’t understand it very well, I can only ask you guys for help."

The things taught in Horizon Corporation School aren’t joyful education, kids of the same age have to learn content even more intense than Tokyo University in 2025.

But in these foundational teachings, AI can provide personalized teaching, so few struggle to keep up.

"I understand."

Masked Rider nodded, not putting this little thing to heart, Miki then asked

"By the way, Sir Knight, did you see Mr. Police Officer? He left not long after you did, saying someone asked him to meet."

"..."

More than just Masked Rider was targeted by Blue Eyes; he almost targeted most of the high-level players staying in Night City.

With full preparation.

As for some guy who liked pinball and Sisi, due to behaving too poorly in terms of character, was passed over.

"It’s alright; it should take him long to return."

After speaking, he walked upstairs, seeing Ling Mei leaning over the table deep in thought.

A little face full of big confusion.

Chewing on the pen stem in distress.

Only when Masked Rider sat beside her did she brighten up.

But Masked Rider noticed they were just some linear equations which should be quickly solved using a calculator.

"Why don’t you use a calculator? I remember your mom bought you one a few days ago?"

Masked Rider looked at Ling Mei puzzled, only to see Ling Mei shake her head, causing her twin braids to bounce up.

"Emmet Teacher said children shouldn’t use calculators."

"Why? What’s the reason?"

Masked Rider was increasingly baffled

"He said we are currently building our foundations and should study arithmetic rules well. If we rely on calculators daily, one day when there’s a power outage and we can’t calculate costs, we won’t be able to help mom keep accounts

And we will have to learn more knowledge in the future too; can’t rely on the calculator for everything."

Saying this, Ling Mei continued to count on her fingers and recite multiplication tables.

Is it really the time to build foundations?

Masked Rider clenched his fist

He remembered when he was studying, facing the last two big problems on the math test often required thinking deeply for a long time

Only those who truly put in the effort and had a solid foundation in various formulas could solve them, otherwise, even copying the answers wouldn’t make much sense.

"I get it!"

Masked Rider suddenly stood up from the chair, scattering a sound, startling Ling Mei. She looked up at Masked Rider confused

You understanding doesn’t help?

I don’t understand!

I’m still waiting for you to explain the problems to me.

"Thank you, little Ling Mei."