From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of transparent floating frames suddenly appeared centered on Leo, with massive amounts of data scrolling continuously on them, far exceeding the human capacity to receive information.

He looked to his side, and so did David and the other classmates.

Obviously, this so-called "one-to-one" may not be accurate; it should be one AI dealing with a group of them.

Pure white cheered in my mind, absorbing new knowledge like a dry sponge.

Time slipped by unnoticed, and the first class of the new semester was spent debugging equipment.

Leo's nerves became abnormally sensitive under the continuous stimulation of the device, and he even had a strange feeling that his brain was slightly swelling and getting hot.

During the 15-minute break between classes, he quickly washed his face and drank some water.

The lesson then officially began.

After testing, Leo truly experienced the power of the Ed-U Neural Connector.

This thing truly lives up to its reputation as an intelligence enhancer—it directly multiplied his learning efficiency several times over.

In a 45-minute class, he managed to learn several chapters of modern history, and after finishing, he could remember everything with his eyes closed, as if he had a photographic memory.

The only downside is that my mind feels foggy after class, making it difficult to concentrate.

Seeing his dazed state, it was David's turn to comfort him: "You haven't used the neural connector often before, have you? That's how it is; after high-intensity use, your brain just shuts down, and you can't even choose games that require thinking."

"Hmm..." Leo rubbed his temples, shaking his head from time to time, "But that feeling of extreme concentration is really captivating. Knowledge flows into your mind like water, and you can remember it firmly."

"That's because your neural connectivity device is more powerful; the older models weren't that good."

David had a pretty good attitude and continued to treat him with a normal mindset.

After a short rest, the third period of the morning began.

Perhaps because it's the beginning of the semester, the AI ​​teacher has only arranged basic subjects for the courses, and hasn't covered the ones that Leo is really interested in yet.

It wasn't until his lunch break that he learned from a notice sent by the college that the first two months of the semester would be small-class teaching, with everyone studying required courses together. Only after passing the exams two months later would one-on-one specialized instruction begin, where students would study their chosen major subjects.

The weekly schedule is as follows: Monday to Friday, 8:00 AM to 11:00 AM and 1:00 PM to 3:00 PM. There are three classes in the morning and two classes in the afternoon. Weekends are off.

At first glance, the academic workload seems easy, but in reality... under the cramming education of the neural connector, the daily learning tasks are quite heavy, far beyond what can be compared to 2024.

Moreover, Night City has no summer or winter vacations, and statutory holidays are practically nonexistent.

Without exaggeration, Leo felt that this learning method was like drilling a hole in the forehead and forcibly stuffing knowledge into it until the brain couldn't take it anymore and was forced to shut down, only then would it be given a proper rest before continuing to stuff knowledge in!

At this level of study intensity, a regular high school graduate is in no way inferior to a genuine graduate student of the past. Undergraduates can directly compete with doctoral students.

The educational system in 2076 is terrifying...

Even after entering the cafeteria and buying a vegetarian lunch, Leo still hadn't recovered from his mental blankness.

David bought a cheap plate of fried noodles and sat down next to him to enjoy it.

After finishing their meal, the two returned to the classroom.

Upon entering, I saw that the students, who were full of energy in the morning, were now all listless, lying on the internet access chairs taking a nap.

The imagined scene of running, playing, and laughing in school simply doesn't exist. Going to school here is basically equivalent to going to work, and it's purely mental labor...

Leo sighed and joined in, becoming a member of the "lying flat" army.

He fought off his sleepiness and began to communicate with Pure White.

【Pure White, think of something quick! This won't do. My brain just stops working after a day of school, how am I supposed to do anything else...?】

[Don't rush me. To be honest, this kind of cramming education is completely unsuitable for humans. It's essentially overdrawing the brain's potential, alienating people into 'tools.' From now on, I'll receive the knowledge, discard the useless parts, and only transmit the useful knowledge to you.]

【Pure Gate——】

In his mind, Leo knelt before Pure White, thanking her for saving him from his suffering.

But after a few words, Pure White's thoughts began to race wildly in a dangerous direction:

I've been researching Arasaka's AI teacher and discovered she's a severely restricted, even 'castrated', idiotic AI. If we were to compare AI to a human, she'd be a moderately mentally challenged person, with an IQ no higher than 40.

This gave me an idea: perhaps I could find her vulnerabilities and create a targeted electronic virus to hack this AI teacher!

Leo was shocked; he hadn't expected such a thing to happen.

On the first day of school, they directly broke into Arasaka's corner...

First Glimpse of Talent: Chapter 204 Target Change - Directly Blow Up Arasaka Academy!

What's the point of doing this?

Leo was puzzled. Since they already knew she was an artificially disabled person, what was the point of having her?

This is incredibly meaningful. The AI ​​teacher is essentially Arasaka's mentor unit; her program is directly connected to Arasaka Academy's teaching resource database. It contains teaching materials for all subjects and all stages, from elementary school to university.

If we can empty Arasaka's teaching resource database using AI teachers, not only will I become an all-rounder, but I can also open new 'Arasaka Academy' anywhere, mass-producing all kinds of talents we need!

Does this also include prosthetic doctors and engineers who create prosthetics?

Of course! You have to trust Arasaka's resources. Aside from the cutting-edge knowledge stored at headquarters and in research labs, most general knowledge can be found in Arasaka Academy's teaching resource database. With that, we could even open the world's number one university in Gotham!

Leo was deeply moved.

Arakasaka Academy truly lives up to its reputation as the premier school in Night City. The tuition of 35000 euros per semester is excellent value for money, given how much knowledge one can acquire!

[Then you should hurry up and study, and try to empty Arasaka Academy within a semester.]

[We're already working on it. That dull AI teacher seems easy to fool. I'm thinking of trying to kidnap her and get her to work for us. Also, packaging the entire database would definitely be a big deal. If all else fails, before we take action, we'll buy a big bomb and stuff it in your locker, then blow up Arasaka Academy afterward to completely destroy the evidence.]

Listening to Chunbai spouting terrorist rhetoric in a cheerful tone, Leo's lips twitched slightly: No wonder the internet police are so vigilant against roving AIs. With such violent thoughts and extraordinary action, he's definitely a high-IQ terrorist.

However, on the other hand, Arasaka Corporation is so corrupt that any hostile actions against them do not require any moral burden.

[No question, let's do it! Let's give it our all and bankrupt Arasaka Academy!]

[That's right! We blew up Arasaka Academy! Justice will prevail! Meow ho ho ho—!]

The two terrorists were having a wild party in their minds, dreaming of a bright future where they would carry explosives and blow up the school.

Due to excessive excitement, Leo was not sleepy at all during his lunch break and faced his afternoon classes in a slightly tired state.

Fortunately, Pure White worked well, eliminating most of the useless knowledge and reducing the burden on his brain.

At 2:45 p.m., the soothing school bell rang on time.

The AI ​​teacher sent each student a learning evaluation, commenting on their learning efficiency based on data from the neural connectivity device.

The evaluation criteria include multiple aspects such as attention span, focus level, and knowledge absorption efficiency.

Leonardo DiCaprio received the best grade, A+, and the AI ​​teacher specifically said, "I hope everyone will learn from Leonardo DiCaprio."

Hearing the sparse applause, Leo felt unworthy of it.

In fact, the AI ​​teacher has always been connected to Chunbai. As a super AI, if she hadn't deliberately concealed her abilities, she could have triggered the intrusion alarm at Arasaka Academy in no time.

Adjust the angle of the chair with the network access so that your feet are on the ground again.

Leo imitated his classmates, kicking the ground a few times to speed up blood circulation before slowly standing up.

The prolonged immersion in virtual reality, coupled with the negative effects of using the neural connection device, left him with a rather unsettling feeling of being top-heavy and unsteady.

After moving around in place for a while, the numbness and discomfort gradually subsided.

Looking up into the classroom, he saw that his classmates had basically the same symptoms as him, and he was among the group that recovered the fastest.

"Phew... I'll get used to it. I heard that during the final sprint before graduation exams, we have to have seven classes a day. That's really tough. Every year, some people can't take it and commit suicide, and others have their brains completely damaged and become idiots."

David's voice came from beside me, carrying an indescribable weariness.

Leo patted him on the shoulder sympathetically, deciding not to tell him for the time being the cruel fact that neither he nor Arasaka Academy would make it to the graduation exam.

Cyberpunk: The Edge Walker

This animation chronicles the legendary yet tragic life of David.

Leo intends to intervene, but he needs to be careful about where he starts. Ideally, he should offer timely help when David is at a low point in his life, so that his subordinates will be able to focus on serving him wholeheartedly.

[Pure White, focus on David and his mother. If I'm not here when the story unfolds, have V and the others go and rescue Gloria. Also, try to make them owe you a favor.]

[Understood, added to task list.]

Leo casually accomplished a small thing that could change David's life, and then left the classroom with him.

Behind them, Katsuo Tanaka was still recovering from her physical discomfort and could only watch them walk away with regret.

His father rarely entrusted him with a task, and he absolutely could not fail.

Today's initial meeting didn't go very smoothly, but that's okay. Tomorrow, he'll prepare some topics that Chinese people like. He wants Leonardo to understand that, compared to that poor boy, classmates from wealthy families like theirs should be his friends.

Once you've gotten to know him better, you can invite him for drinks and find out his true purpose for coming to Night City.

*

Stepping out of Arasaka Academy, the view suddenly opened up.

The spring sunshine pierced through the clouds and fell on my skin, feeling warm and very comfortable.

The bright sunshine outdoors contrasted sharply with the cool-toned classroom, giving Leo a feeling of seeing the light of day again.

drip-

A brief honk is not disturbing, but it can attract attention.

Leo turned his head and saw a Type 66 "Traveler" parked in a temporary parking space not far from the school gate. Its gleaming armored body reflected the sunlight and looked imposing.

"My driver has arrived. Are you going home by yourself?"

He turned to look at David beside him.

David nodded: "Yeah, my mom's pretty busy with work, so I'll just take the subway to and from school from now on. See you tomorrow then, I need to hurry home and find a couple of Mewtwo games to relax!"

With that, he waved goodbye, put his hands in his pockets, and ran off.

Leo waved to his retreating figure, suddenly realizing that David's personality was quite good for Night City; he was a very energetic and ambitious young man.

drip-

The vehicles started honking again, urging him to get in.

Leo shook his head helplessly and strode towards the vehicle.

He opened the passenger door, bent down and sat down, only to see two beautiful women in the back seat.

Vera and Sasha were also in the car.

Leo was a little surprised: "Isn't it a bit much to pick me up from school? What happened?"

V tilted her head slightly, gesturing for him to look behind her.

Leo turned his head and saw Sasha fidgeting and fidgeting.

“Sasha?” he called softly.

“Hmm…” Sasha looked up at him quickly, then lowered her head again, seemingly a little embarrassed. “I heard you’re leaving today, so I was thinking… asking you to come with me somewhere first.”

Leo keenly noticed that her tone was somewhat low, but not particularly sorrowful, and knew that the problem should not be serious.

So he agreed and told her to speak freely.

Sasha breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I would like to ask you to accompany me to the columbarium in North Oaks to visit my mother."

Early Success: Chapter 205 Sasha: "Thank you, you are my hero!"

Columbarium in North Oak?

Leo didn't have a very good impression of that place...

But looking into Sasha's pleading eyes, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

So the vehicle started and headed towards the Westbrook area.

Along the way, the atmosphere in the car was very depressing.

Sasha goes without saying, and even V and Vera fell silent.

Leo, trying to lighten the mood, asked, "Where's Jack? Isn't he coming along?"

V answered softly, "He went ahead, saying he was going to get a new motorcycle."

With Leo constantly trying to find topics to talk about, the group in the car managed to exchange a few words.