My imagination has come true

Mu Qingyun also came up with this idea on a whim.

She has been very lazy these days. She enjoys watching videos and watching movies, but watching movies by herself is quite different from sharing it with many people.

The villa happens to have a multimedia studio and a serious private cinema.

Mu Qingyun plans to use the simple mode of his virtual projector to directly play various videos and open a cinema to see if he can make 'money' this way.

Like virtual images, in the eyes of everyone in the Daxi court, they were real people happening right in front of their eyes, and many people actually didn't dare to look at them.

There were rumors before that if you look at it too much and offend the gods, it will bring misfortune to the family. Many parents do not allow their children to watch the fun.

Nowadays, if you show a movie, the excuse is that it is a photographic stone, and you can tell the audience that these are the images left by these people. It is just a moving painting, not a real person. Maybe more people will be willing to watch it and discuss it. .

Mu Qingyun also occasionally thinks about it. After a long, long time, if this paragraph is recorded in historical books and passed down to future generations, I wonder how the world will evaluate it?

"Well."

It seems like nothing.

Among the historical classics she translated, at least one-third of them were stories about gods.

It is also because most of the things she translated were excavated from strange ruins. These places were originally related to gods in history.

She thought silently about her dreams.

Isn't that true of the gods and demons who left scars in her world? Those gods and demons are humans with technology that is far beyond the comprehension of current humans.

People in this world cannot understand virtual projectors.

They also can't understand why the 'gods and demons' can turn the world upside down with just a thought, and bring about the end of the world in the blink of an eye.

Mu Qingyun is sometimes glad that she has been independent since she was a child and is good at comforting herself.

Regarding this fateful theory that is related to the life and death of all mankind, she does not struggle, does not suffer, and does not embarrass herself. She just does whatever she wants.

She will try her best, and if a good result can come from heaven in the end, everyone will be happy and happy.

If I can't do it in the end, I have no regrets and no guilt.

August 21, sunny.

Today is an odd number, and it is also the first day of class for children as stipulated by Mu Qingyun.

The people who come to the class are all children from villagers' homes near Roarquan Mountain, refugees, and their own children in Zhuangzi.

Over at the refugee resettlement center, the black-faced uncle frowned and tied the shoelaces of a little boy who only reached his waist. While tying, he grunted impatiently: "You are not my kind, you have to take care of me, you bastard." After entering the fairyland, you kid, please change your bad temper, stop being quick to do anything, and be polite to other children."

Although the tone was harsh, what he said was sincerely considerate of the children.

"The fairy will give you food, drink, and clothes. Just be obedient and do whatever you are told. Do you understand?"

The child nodded.

The black face looked at him carefully and was quite satisfied.

In a few days, the boy has improved a lot. His little face has grown some flesh, his eyes have become brighter and darker.

"That's right. If you keep a cup of goat's milk a day like this, if you can't raise it any more, will it be worthy of those sheep?"

The black face rolled his eyes.

Fairy is particularly good to the children among the refugees. In addition to eating with them, they also have separate nutritional supplements. They have a cup of goat's milk every day, plus an egg and a piece of meat. Regardless of whether it is fish, pork, or chicken, there is meat. Hei Lian hasn’t had a serious meal of meat for almost six or seven years. As a refugee, the kids can eat it every day.

Not long after, Uncle Wang from the resettlement center called for a gathering. Stinky Egg took one last look at the black face, and his face showed a bit of timidity.

The third prince happened to see it and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, I will be there later."

In the first class, he was assigned to a group for those over twelve years old and a group for those under twelve years old.

The black-faced boy pushed the child impatiently: "What the hell, where did that guy on the road go? Hurry up and get in line."

Stinky Man groaned and whispered: "How can it be the same?"

How can we have the same attitude when facing people who may take their lives at any time as when we give them food, clothing, and study? He's not stupid.

A group of children lined up. They were all wearing the same linen top and bottom pants, and the same black cloth shoes. They looked exactly the same at first glance, regardless of gender.

If you take a closer look, you can still tell where he came from.

The most lively and clever ones are the children in Fairy Village. Their walking gait and the way they talk are different.

The villagers' children looked healthy.

Those from refugee backgrounds are worse off, and most of them are taciturn.

From the moment they entered the villa gate, everyone was silent. Even the sound of footsteps was slightly louder, and the children's hearts were beating wildly.

Stinky is also nervous.

The third prince also walked with the team. His task was to read out the classroom rules to the children. After the class, he also had to control the children. They were not allowed to play, run, jump, climb, smash windows, and pay attention to safety.

"..."

He just didn't understand. Why did the fairy think that these little guys dared to run around in the fairy's territory? Smashing windows?

Even a prince like him would not dare!

All the children were led through a courtyard hung with bright orbs, entered the door, and walked into a square room with mirrors on all sides.

As soon as you enter, the room automatically moves upwards.

Everyone held their breath for a moment, and many children turned pale and trembled.

The third prince said quickly: "Kids, don't worry. The elevator we are taking now is also a mortal thing. If you study hard, you may be able to build such an elevator in the near future."

Based on what he learned during the past few days of training, he worked hard to make his voice soft and sweet, ensuring that all children could understand his gentleness.

As soon as the elevator opened, the third prince arranged seats for the children and told them to put their schoolbags at their feet, put down the small desks, and take out pencils, erasers, books, etc.

"Today we are learning the common sense of the Daxi Dynasty. The course was written by Fairy Qingyun, and the assistant AI is responsible for interpreting and explaining it."

The third prince tried his best to smile and recited his lines sentence by sentence, "There are two classes in total, each class is forty minutes, and there is a ten-minute break between the two classes. If any of the children want to go to the toilet or drink water, please raise your hands. , I am today’s teaching assistant, Xiao Chen, Uncle Xiao Chen and other uncles and aunts will help everyone complete their studies together.”

There was silence in the multimedia conference room.

In the private room upstairs, Mu Qingyun looked at the surveillance camera with an embarrassed look on his face. Looking at the third prince, he didn't find it strange at all that the child didn't reply.

Soon, the class began.

The third prince also looked over with concentration.

In fact, what he was taught today was really just common sense, which he had known since he was five years old. But when the big screen lit up and music played, he was still very interested.