[BL, MTL] What Can I Do, I'm Not Human (Quick Wear)

Chapter 137: The Fifth World (25)

　When the news was over, Chu Shici played the recording again.

　The previous content is pretty much the same as usual.

　In addition to the abnormal progress of the holographic cabin, there was also a piece of news in the middle that caught his attention.

　[#Our reporter interviewed the principal of the Moral School yesterday afternoon. Watch the video of the interview below. #】

　[Hello principal Liu, may I ask what your original intention was in establishing this school? #】

　【#I have seen many people lose their jobs and relatives and friends because of low moral values. I believe that human nature is good and full of brilliance. They did make mistakes, but they were just confused for a moment and should not have to pay for their mistakes throughout their lives. I want to give these people a chance to reshape their morals and change their ways. #】

　It sounded good, but Chu Shici always felt that this thing was not a good thing.

　Ever since he found out he was a data person, Shen Xiuzhe's painting has become particularly perfunctory.

　He couldn't figure out whether his love for painting was a setting imposed on him by others.

　As Chu Shici expected, no matter how foolish Shen Xiuzhe behaved, the fat steward didn't say anything.

　It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not, as long as you draw it.

　In less than a week, Shen Xiuzhe became an abstract painter.

　Paint wherever you want, paint whatever you want.

　His masterpieces include mountains with human faces, triangular apples, and colorful and bizarre grass.

　The people who came to deliver the food were confused, so he called the fat steward over.

　Looking at the painting in front of him, the fat man in charge's eyelids jumped.

　He asked with a smile on his face: "Mr. Shen, what are you..."

　Shen Xiuzhe sat quietly on the chair, neither speaking nor moving. The whole body exudes the air of death, like a breathing corpse.

　The fat steward observed for a while and sighed.

　He probably thought that Shen Xiuzhe had a mental problem, so he made another appointment with a psychiatrist.

　The treatment time is still scheduled for next Sunday, and I don't know if it will be Dr. Sun this time.

　Before leaving the house, the fat steward confiscated Shen Xiuzhe's painting tools.

　Let him have a good rest these days and don't waste any more materials.

　Chu Shici pretended that he was just a scrapped small speaker, lying on the table and watching the whole process.

　He noticed something strange.

　Since the fat steward thought there was something wrong with Brother Zhe's brain, why not modify his data directly?

　Brother Zhe is actually not a data person, but a real person.

　Or in the fat manager's perception, these data people have already become a new species.

　When you are sick, seek medical treatment, not modify the program.

　In the next few days, Shen Xiuzhe used practical actions to demonstrate to Chu Shici what it meant to be unrestrained.