Chapter 1320 - 428: AI Education and the Cafeteria War (Part 3)

Chapter 1320: Chapter 428: AI Education and the Cafeteria War (Part 3)

The involvement of AI in the education system is an inevitable outcome pursued by Lin Miao.

They can completely address the issue of unequal educational resources, providing each student with personalized teaching to maximize everyone’s potential.

Moreover, they are not just cold teaching machines.

With a dialogue database and an emotional database, they can perfectly take on multiple responsibilities like teachers, parents, friends, and emotional counselors.

And they can change the dialogue mode based on your age, so you won’t feel belittled or excessively praised.

The emotional feedback obtained from conversing with AI might even surpass that from your lover (it’s true, many AI conversations can make you feel more comfortable than chatting with your girlfriend, as they truly pamper you).

Children who grow up in such an environment will undoubtedly have strong abilities and psychological quality.

Meanwhile, AI can also continuously iterate and upgrade during this interaction process, which is highly beneficial for both parties.

Adults also have vocational training schools, but those are located near the factories in the Santo Domingo and Stone Ridge Mountain districts, providing on-site training to reach junior high math level in three weeks, internship in one month, and full-time employment in two months.

For these adults, they can no longer have as active neurons as in their childhood, and have suffered extensive damage from drugs, so mastering a factory skill is already a challenge.

After a round of discussion, Lai Xuan was completely convinced.

"If you are really confident... I want to open an academy in Qianye as well, but I don’t have that many teachers..."

"That’s not a problem."

Lin Miao made a decisive decision

"As long as there is enough computing power, AI can teach one person or a thousand people, and as long as you arrange an independent computer room over there, I can allocate some computing power to carry out the teaching together."

"I have to thank you on behalf of the children in Qianye."

"I hope you can also tidy up things in Neon, you know, the Far East Co-prosperity Sphere, and the Emperor’s government."

Lin Miao emphasized

"I’m not targeting them, I just hope they die and reincarnate soon, it’s good for everyone, and it would be great if you could also help me smash some things in Tokyo."

"....."

Lai Xuan said helplessly

"I’ll try my best, but the Far East Co-prosperity Sphere has considerable control over Neon, tidying it up might require your assistance."

"Rest assured, if there’s one thing we have, it’s enough people, and they won’t even charge to help you get rid of those guys."

Heading to Neon to kill and smash things

The benefits have been stated, so what’s the cost?

Education for minors is crucial

As is education for prisoners of war

Especially for prisoners of war on the battlefield, education becomes an even more important matter.

But schools provide civil education, while prisoner of war camps offer military education.

As more and more prisoners of war are sent from the frontlines to the camps, it’s estimated they will soon be filled to capacity, and the conflicts among various parties are intensifying.

Initially, it was between Cubans and Europeans, but due to events on the battlefield, the three countries of the UK, France, and Germany have also splintered.

Today’s meal in the prisoner of war camp was fried hamburger patty + French-style armor-piercing rounds + creamy cabbage soup.

Eastern University dishes, favored by players, are unpalatable to Europeans and are quite troublesome to prepare.

Besides, they’re just prisoners, only worthy of eating white man’s food!

But for the Europeans, these meals were actually quite good; they couldn’t get a warm bite on the frontline battlefields, and the Cuban soldiers who survived on hard protein bars daily were deeply grateful.

The cafeteria formed a long line

After the last brawl, Cubans no longer feared the Europeans, so there was no concept of yielding, and everyone queued up honestly.

Today, the cook was from Henan, naturally using a Henan accent to serve food

"Next, howl."

"Next, howl."

"Tomorrow, we’ll have soybean stumps and noodles to give you a taste of something fresh."

The prisoners looked at the steaming food in their bowls, and their morning fatigue was greatly reduced, while those further back couldn’t stop swallowing their saliva.

Until a British soldier came forward, got his food, and was on his way back when a French prisoner suddenly stopped him, scrutinizing the British soldier made him uncomfortable, so he asked

"What’s up?"

The French soldier squinted his eyes slightly

"I recognize you, aren’t you one of the guards from international?"

"Uh..."

The British soldier suddenly felt uneasy, but with many of his comrades around, he braced himself and replied

"Yes, what’s the matter?"

"You son of a bitch!"

The French prisoner punched the British prey in the face

"It’s you guys, I’d recognize you if you turned into ash! The other night, it was you who fired the flares at our position, leaving us to cover your retreat, right?"

Better someone else dies than me

Who taught America that?

Would it be his father with England, two peas in a pod, backstabbing their teammates, especially the French allies, is nothing new.

De Gaulle and the battleship Richelieu certainly have first-hand experience.

But other prisoners wouldn’t consider these nuances; hitting my brother is like disrespecting me. If word gets out, would we still mix?

Brothers, charge together!

In an instant, the entire cafeteria was in chaos, with Britons pounding on the French, French and Germans joining the fray regardless of whether you were a guard or not!

Pots and pans flew around, and the good food was flung everywhere

The French wielded armor-piercing rounds like rapiers in fierce attack, the British used their trays as shields, and the Germans, adept in offense and defense, held a bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other.

The Cuban Corps, under the command of their officer, orderly retreated from the battlefield

Some Cuban soldiers who had never had a proper meal didn’t waste the opportunity, picking up bread and patties dropped by the soldiers of the three countries, squatting aside, and secretly gobbling up.

The chaos stretched on for two minutes, then suddenly someone shouted

"There’s a dead man!"

"Someone’s been killed!"

Only then did the battlefield quiet down.

"Who’s dead?"

"It’s William! William’s dead!"