Joan was awakened hungry.

The room was pitch black, and if you move your fingers, you can move, not a ghost pressing the bed. It's just that my throat is burning in a panic. In a daze, he fumbled with the glass of water that had been placed next to his bed yesterday.

The water glass is gone!

The lights are gone!

Joan suddenly sobered up. He rubbed his eyes and realized that the room was not the same room as before. Before he fell into a complete panic, a noisy AI male voice came to his head:! Isn't it, it's going to be all over again?

Joann:??? Meow Meow Meow ???

AI: Damn, how is this setting? Edit: You're Toxic! You know I don't like that! You can't generate electricity without love......

Joann:...... I probably had a fake sleep, and I got up and fell asleep again......

AI: Are you awake? This is the Personal Intelligence AI System, or PIAI for short. You can give me a name, or just call me AI. I will be in charge of your daily life in Xi'an, assisting you in completing all tasks and graduating successfully.

Joan: I, I'm wearing, crossing???

JoAnn struggled to remember what had happened yesterday before she went to bed.

Qiao's mother went to the field to follow the project again. Joan's situation has improved a lot in the past few years, and Joan's mother has put the center back to her career, and Joan will always stay at home alone for a few days every month.

Joan came back early yesterday afternoon, ate cookies at the neighbor's brother's house, was not hungry, put away the painting tools, and thought about doing another set of reading comprehension questions. By the time the question was finished, it was already dark.

The phone rang a few times, and mom video. Joan makes dinner while making a video with her mother. Mom told him to go to bed early, not to be dazed during the summer vacation, and to play less games.

JoAnn pouted, thinking, I rarely play games......

After answering one by one, my mother hung up the video. Jo Ann also had dinner. As he finished packing his things, his phone rang again.

[Aunt]: Little Qiao, when will my mother come back?

[Joan]: Good evening, aunt, mom said she would be back next week. She said that the topping out of the structure of the Suicheng Grand Theater has not yet been completed. This is the first time that the design institute has cooperated with Gensler, and it is very important.

[Aunt]: Did you try the medicine given by your uncle?

JoAn: Not yet.

[Aunt]: Don't be afraid, you try it first, what if it's really good? Your dad may have to go back home once recently. It would be nice if you were healthy and in front of your dad.

Joan stared at her phone and began to twist her fingers restlessly again. It didn't stop until the phone went dark. By the time he realized it, his slender white fingers had turned red. He silently took out a red rope from the drawer, wrapped it around his fingers, and began to stir the rope.

[Aunt]: Joan?

Joan hesitated again and again, and replied to [Joan]: Okay, I'll try it tonight.

My aunt seemed to be relieved, and she nagged again, and she couldn't behave worse than Gu Ning. At the end of the day, take medicine.

Joan lay on the bed, looking at the pills in her palm, there was nothing on them. He swallowed the medicine with the remaining 1/3 of the water in the glass, and then he deleted all the references to the medicine.

Plastered on the ceiling above Joan's head is her father's latest project: the renovation of a 500-year-old house in Tuscany. The owner of the house is the owner of a luxury group. The famous Domus magazine gave the evaluation that the oriental artistic conception is integrated with the history of the west. Nestled in the mountains, the public space and private space are clearly divided, perfectly integrated with the natural environment. This is a symphonic poem left in Europe by the most prominent architects of Asia.

The last thing Jo Ann thought about before she fell asleep was: When will I be able to design a beautiful building like my father's?

And then what?

And he wore and crossed???

Joan curled up in the corner of the bed and shivered for a long time. He began to twist his fingers again and did not know how to stop until the skin of his fingers was rubbed red. He knew his problem, and a sudden change of circumstances was a serious thing for him. Joan needed a stable, unchanging environment. It takes a long time for him to get used to his new environment.

Another question is what about his mom when he comes through? What about his college entrance examination? He wants to go to university, he wants to study architecture......

Joan cowered in bed for a long time, and Ren AI was babbling endlessly in his head, if it were a person, he would have been smoking. But Joan didn't listen at all.

His current state is anxious, he knows that he can't escape but wants to escape, for example, just now he really thought he had slept in a false sleep, and went to sleep again without saying a word, and woke up after 2 hours, still in the room.

JoAnn knew that he had really come through. There's no going back.

"So I said, you have to cooperate with me in the task. How else are you going to go back? I told you that you can't go back if you don't get it right. ”

Joann:......

He just wanted to struggle.

"Alright, you're an apprentice slayer—"

"Wait, wait." Joan finally spoke, his voice was originally a clear and clean boyish voice, but he was still a little trembling because of fear, and he looked more and more pitiful. The voice is good, and the AI who originally wanted to scold him for wasting so much saliva (mistakenly) also lost his temper.

"How did I become an apprentice slayer?"

"It's the system setting."

"I can only do "Three-year College Entrance Examination Five-Year Simulation" and draw ......"

AI：……

Is this kid stupid?

AI: Are you an art candidate?

Qiao An wanted to say that she was not a complete art exam, but then thought about it, what can be done if it is explained clearly now, it seems that there is no college entrance examination here. He struggled for a moment and whispered, "Almost......"

"Forget about the college entrance examination, kid!" The AI's voice seemed serious: "There are many exciting things waiting for you here than the college entrance examination." ”

Joan's fingers tightened and nodded, he decided to cooperate with the AI and leave the system as soon as possible.

Joan's goal in life is to be admitted to Q University and become an excellent architect like her father. His room is plastered with renderings of his father's designs. In order to achieve this ideal, the "Three-year College Entrance Examination and Five-Year Simulation" has been done twice.

Qiao An is actually a top student, and it is more than enough to take the Magic Capital T University Architecture Department with his scores, but he still wants to take the exam to his father's alma mater, Imperial Capital Q University. For this reason, I also learned to sketch gouache from the beginning of high school. For no other reason, Qiao's mother originally volunteered to be in the architecture department of T University, but after passing the college entrance examination scores, she was notified to take an additional art test. Qiao's mother is a soul painter, and she can't even draw a plaster cube of "near big and far small", so she was ruthlessly kicked out of the civil engineering college and became a hard-working female structural engineer.

What kind of place is the design institute: a place where women are used as men and men are used as animals.

Qiao's mother has unfortunately been used as a man for more than 20 years, and she can't watch her son go down the old road and become an "animal". So Joan's art study schedule was arranged.

It was a neighbor's big brother who taught Joan. The eldest brother graduated from T University with a major in industrial product design, and worked in Neon's best product design company for 5 years, but he didn't know why he suddenly quit naked and only took private jobs at home.

People are still authentic. The two of them used to be old neighbors, and they knew each other's roots, and they watched each other's children grow up. After the demolition of the old house in the city center, they still became neighbors. It is said that the magic capital (once) got rich by demolition. Qiao An sometimes thinks about it, it doesn't matter if the eldest brother is at home, after all, he is a "second generation".

The eldest brother is called "Fang Lingxiang", which is a very nice name. Who knows that since the word "Xiang" has changed its flavor on the Internet, the big brother hates others calling him "Xiao Xiang" and "Xiangzi". The grandfather of the Fang family was originally an expert from Gucheng to the Modu Ship Research and Design Institute, and the family called him "Xiangzi" and "Xiangzi". It annoyed him.

Can you imagine when someone calls your name, and your mind is full of "balls"? "Fang Lingxiang is a shovel officer, and his brain is very specific.

Joan nodded in confusion. He has a very good memory, and can quickly memorize long strings of numbers and letters, and irregular combinations of words, but to really understand these things, he needs to digest them silently for a while. Fortunately, he is good-looking and has a sweet smile, and when others see him so well-behaved, they are generally not likely to embarrass him.

"So don't call me 'Brother Xiangzi', call me brother or Lao Fang. Don't call me 'Shoko'. Who's in a hurry! Fang Lingxiang said it categorically.

Joan swallowed and nodded violently. He knew that he couldn't upset his brother, so he blushed and called out obediently: "Brother......"

Fang Lingxiang was very satisfied. Next, I started teaching Joan to draw. Once a week, one afternoon at a time. At first, I taught it seriously, from what is pencil paper, how to use pencil, to how to compose a picture, what is a structural sketch? Then he started teaching chiaroscuro sketching, then still life sketching, and then plaster heads.

Joan painted very hard, and he knew that his mother had high hopes for him. He didn't want to disappoint his mother, and he didn't want his dreams to be disappointed.

In fact, the grading test after the file is not so demanding, after all, the sketches of the cultural class masters can roughly draw the near and far small, and distinguish the highlights, bright sides, light and dark junctions, shadows, and reflections, which is very good. The color can be seen clearly whether the painting is a radish or a cabbage or a jar, which is very good, and it is not the joint entrance examination of the Academy of Fine Arts. There are no other requirements for design, look at the understanding of space, whether there is a sense of design.

Joan is very strict with herself. The weekly painting class is very serious, and he is about to enter his third year of high school and start to learn to draw design drafts. Fang Lingxiang was born in product design, the "Shimizu Yoshiji" school, and the lines of the design sketch slipped to fly.

Joan's eyes were straight when she first looked at it.

But these real pasts seem to have become a dream bubble. What college entrance examination, what art additional exam, no, does not exist.

AI: "Don't be dying, child, listen to my advice, learn to remove magic, and don't be afraid to go all over the world!" ”

Joan: "The Demon Eradication Dafa is good, I thank you for your family......"

He wants to learn from scratch and become a "demon slayer"!

What is a Demon Slayer? He only knew magicians and exorcists.

He still stayed where he was when he woke up from his sleep just now, and it seemed that he really couldn't go back......