Chapter 4 School Bus

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In the early morning of the next day, there was light rain in the sky, which diluted the bloody smell in the building a lot.

His building has been turned into a construction site, and the robot has pulled out strips of isolation strips that read "Dangerous Building!"

"Boy, why are you still in the building? If the building collapses later, no one will care about you." A foreman with beautiful eyes and his lower body has been transformed into a tracked vehicle shouted at Allen. Dozens of cables were plugged into his body, connected to a terminal, and controlled hundreds of maintenance robots to work at heights.

"Hey, let's leave now," Allen replied in a low voice, "Have all the people here left?"

"Where, it is said that 90% of them are dead, and most of the rest are seriously injured. There are not many who are as complete as you." The foreman said jokingly.

The foreman glanced at Alan, who was a little frustrated, "It's good to get used to it, young man. But as long as you have a breath, there is always a way to keep those seriously injured alive. Of course, you can only go to the dungeon for the rest of your life to pay off your debts, hehe."

"Can this building be repaired today?" Allen was thinking about accommodation for tonight, being homeless, it's not a good thing to be here.

"Here, maybe, wait for the property owner to notify you." After speaking, he ignored Alan and continued to work.

Indifference and indifference, this is the first feeling this city gave him.

Alan came to the station two blocks away. The station sign was rusty, and the flickering screen was displaying advertisements for various prosthetics. In the glass shed of the station, a torn poster painted a white-skinned robot, "Xiao Ai, your personal butler, a gift from Wade."

What a silly advertisement, but there are really not many companies that are willing to use paper posters to advertise. Because of the high cost, they are all exclusive to big companies.

Alan sat on the metal bench, observing this fresh cyber world. He was waiting for the school bus, and today was the day for his report.

Within a few minutes, a small single-car trolley pulled into the station. Alan got on the car, and the probe inside the car recognized him, and a mechanical synthesized voice sounded, "Welcome student Alan to get on the bus."

He found a man and a woman already in the car, so he smiled and stretched out his right hand to say hello, "Hello, my name is Alan. I went to report to the Painting Academy today." He passed the gum box and asked if they wanted it.

The man was tall and thin. He took a piece of chewing gum, and with an excited smile on his face, he replied, "Hi, my name is Arlin, and I'm from the Contractor Academy. I thought I was the only one in this area. I didn't expect that Linna had already boarded the car, and there is actually another one here."

The girl was obviously much calmer. Wearing a light-colored shirt and a knee-length pleated skirt, she looked beautiful and dignified, but she didn't hesitate to take 2 chewing gums and stuff them into her mouth.

She nodded to Alan and said, "Hi, my name is Linna, and I'm also from the Academy of Painting."

The car started, smoothly and quietly. It is unmanned. Except for the sound of electric current, the car is extremely quiet, and even has a lemon fragrance, which makes people relax.

The tall and thin boy didn't seem to like the quiet carriage. He watched Alan and Linna start the conversation, "I didn't expect to meet two art academies here. I heard that the art academies couldn't recruit enough people in the past, and many families were unwilling to let their children apply for the exam. It's a pity. After all, the Mengshan Art Academy used to be one of the three largest art academies in the country."

"What's the pity, it all happened thirty years ago," the girl said indifferently, brushing her black hair aside. "Now it's not much better than ordinary technical schools. Even the dean isn't there. Maybe you can only paint there if you go there. Of course, no one wants to go."

"Actually, it's good to be able to draw." Allen looked out the window at the scenery that was completely different from his previous life, and was already thinking about how to create new paintings. He was a painter before, and painting is his lifelong pursuit. Of course, it is good to be able to eliminate demons, but there is no doubt that painting is the most important thing to him. I just don't know how capable the painters here are?

"Now that there are so many AIs, everyone who draws has become a keyboard warrior. If no one learns to draw, this profession will be extinct in the future." Allen also checked in his memory. Due to the popularity of AI painting, most of the so-called painters now actually type in keywords to let AI automatically generate paintings. What they do is desperately optimize their keywords and AI training materials. They are called the real keyboard generation.

Picking up pen and paper to paint is already a very small minority now. Only the children of the rich will play. If it weren't for the will of his parents, the original owner of his body would not have insisted on this path. But the result is that all the pensions of his parents were used by him to learn painting, and now he is clinking poor.

Arlin nodded, and said, "That's right, music and movies are all made by AI now, they are all the same, I don't even bother to watch them. It's not as real as some live broadcasts."

Lin Na cut out, "Live broadcast? Do you know how many real people are left in the live broadcast? It's not all made by AI. There are no real people in music and film and television. If the painting continues like this, it probably won't live long."

"That's different. After all, painting can also be used to fight demons." Allen said, but he personally participated in it.

Linna obviously dismissed Alan's words, and said sarcastically, "Just rely on those fledgling junior painters? When the devil comes up and you can't even hold a paintbrush, don't say that."

Lin Na sighed, and continued: "Anyway, Mengshan Academy of Painting can only recruit a few people each year. Without quantity as the basis, it will be difficult to have quality. Don't be like those fools thirty years ago, who knew how to draw, and rushed forward when encountering troubles, and turned into scum..."

"You can't say that. My grandfather died in that battle. If those painters hadn't sealed the cracks, the city would have been gone long ago, and I wouldn't have existed." UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Arlin said a little excitedly. "So what if you become scum? It's better than those runaway chaebols."

And although Alan hasn't experienced what happened for thirty years, he still read the information. At that time, many dignitaries retreated urgently, leaving only civilians. The teachers and students of the painting academy could actually leave together, but the dean voluntarily stayed, and then the other people in the painting academy didn't know what was going on, so they all stayed behind.

You must know that there are many chaebols, including the children of the powerful, but most of them died in that battle in the end. This is also the main reason why the imperial chaebols are unwilling to invest in the painting academy again after the reconstruction. They don't want their children to be brainwashed by these strange art lunatics again.

But no matter what, it shouldn't be said that they are scum.

He was very dissatisfied with what Lina said in his heart. Although the beauty is pleasing to the eye, he wouldn't bother to pay attention to it if it wasn't speculative. So he nodded towards Arles and said, "I don't know if it's scum or not, but to be able to fight for ordinary people to the last moment, this persistence and courage should be worthy of our respect, and only with this persistence and courage can they become real painters."

Linna glanced at them with disdain, snorted softly, and said indifferently, "Cut, say, who wouldn't say. How many of those dead painters still remember them, especially those painters who were born as civilians?" She stared at Alan, "I hope you will have persistence and courage, and don't be busy transferring hospitals like others."

Allen is very surprised why this woman has so many negative emotions, but the best way to deal with this kind of person is not to argue with her, but to stay away.

So he stopped talking, and focused on looking at the scenery outside. Anyway, it's best not to be assigned to a tutor with her when he arrives at school.