The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician

Chapter 113 - 114 Fallen into Mud (Released on Friday, request support!!!)
Chapter 113: Chapter 114 Fallen into Mud (Released on Friday, request support!!!)Three hours in the morning, three hours in the afternoon, every prisoner in the Special Prison had to ensure six hours of labor daily.

Except for the A-level prisoners, whose only task was to stay in their own ten-square-meter small rooms to silently reflect. Occasionally, if the prison guards were in a good mood, they might bring them some small trinkets to pass the time.

After crossing off another day’s time, Jiang Shu followed Clo back to the dormitory, where they sat on the edge of the bed, one folding paper, the other watching the paper folding.

A square sheet of paper, Clo was folding leisurely, each step simple and effortlessly graceful, but from somewhere along the steps, Jiang Shu suddenly could not understand anymore.

”See, quantitative change can lead to qualitative change,” Clo remarked with a light chuckle, noticing Jiang Shu’s bewildered look.

”Shut up,” said Jiang Shu, looking over at Clo’s bedside table.

It was only four o’clock now, quite a way from dinnertime, and he didn’t feel like getting into bed all sweaty.

Shower time was at eight o’clock in the evening, in batches, lasting only fifteen minutes.

”Do you have a book to read?” Jiang Shu asked. ”Anything will do, just to kill some time.”

”In the bedside drawer,” Clo replied, while finishing the details on the shape he was working on, his gaze unflinching and focused.

He paused his hands and warned Jiang Shu, ”Books in the first layer, you can take a look; for the second layer... I’d advise against it.”

”?” Jiang Shu threw a puzzled glance.

”Up to you,” shrugged Clo.

Jiang Shu did not hesitate and directly opened the second layer, a bright yellow glow burst from the drawer and hit his eyes, making him hastily shut the drawer.

The drawer closed with a ”bang.”

”Told you not to look,” Clo said helplessly. ”That stuff is not good for you. You’re going to see that woman later tonight, it’s easy to get carried away, and tomorrow you still have to work. It’s not good for your health. Her name is Noni, right? If not, ignore what I said.”

”Shut up,” Jiang Shu said, not sure how many times he had told Clo to shut up during this period; the man was really annoying.

Moreover, he found himself easily dragged into the other’s pace.

”Wait, how did you know I was going tonight?” Jiang Shu suddenly remembered this point.

”Guessed it, it was just a fifty-fifty guess after all,” Clo spoke slowly, ”There are a few history-related books in the drawer, I remember you are interested in them, aren’t you? You can take a look, but philosophy and physics... better not, they’re brain-drainers.”

”Do you even have that much time to study here?” Jiang Shu pulled open the upper layer, which was full to the brim with books, selecting a few with history in the title.

The books had been printed a long time ago, the newest ones dated five years back.

The physical book industry in Lonely City was not thriving; it had mostly been completely replaced by digital publications.

Among them were three books titled ”Overview of the History of Lonely City,” but they were different editions and noticeably varied in thickness.

The first edition was the thinnest, followed by the third edition, and the fourth was the thickest.

This was not normal.

Jiang Shu looked at the publisher, marked as joint production by the Three Major Groups.

”That’s right,” Clo continued, ”I have lots of free time here, in fact, it’s only after coming here that I’ve had enough time to study.” ”Without... the internet, life becomes much more fulfilling.”

”That makes sense,” Jiang Shu nodded in agreement. Constant internet access, in the stillness of night, could indeed make one feel empty and unfulfilled, yet...

It really was joyful!

”This is why I think, if I was in charge of the education department of the Social Sequence,” Clo mused, ”I’d definitely lock them up... I mean, gather them together, and force them to study for me. I could sell their knowledge entries to the rich. High attrition rates are fine anyway, Lonely City has never been short on population...”

”That’s not right,” Jiang Shu interjected.

”Indeed it’s not,” Clo chuckled, eyes narrowing. ”So, I set a few fires, burned them all.”

”And then?” Jiang Shu asked.