As long as there is no Ultraman, Lin Xinyi can calmly let go of his curiosity about virtual reality games.

But the children couldn't help but envy those "closed beta players".

These 50 selected young players are undoubtedly the secret envy of all their peers - just like their status in society.

And in this country where the "caste system" is deeply rooted in the blood system:

Although these little Brahmins are young, they have already clearly realized that they are fundamentally different from those mortals.

The envious looks from others further fueled the pride of these proud men.

They all looked arrogant and always had a superior smile on their faces.

This kind of smile makes people feel uncomfortable.

Ayumi, Mitsuhiko and Genta, three real elementary school students, still couldn't explain why they felt uncomfortable.

But Hui Yuan Ai said to the point:

"It is simply a condensed version of the ugly Japanese hereditary system."

"With the continuation of this hereditary system."

"Humanity's mistakes in history will continue to repeat themselves."

"...."

Everyone turned their attention.

"Haiyuan..." Ayumi opened her big confused eyes: "I don't understand what you are talking about..."

Haiyuan Ai did not explain.

He also ignored the stunned looks of adults watching the strange child.

She just said slowly in a clear tone that could be featured on CCTV news:

"The sons of politicians will become politicians."

"The son of Bank Taut will become Bank Taut."

"No matter how long this continues, Japan will not change."

"Well..." The adults looked even weirder:

Is this really something a child can say?

Huihara Ai also knew that what he said so freely was not in line with his character, so he wanted to pretend to be stupid and cute, and just fool him casually.

But Lin Xinyi touched her head with great approval.

Before this cute thing was sold, Lin Xinyi's big hand accidentally held it down:

"Not bad, Xiao Ai..."

"As the saying goes, 'Princes, generals, and ministers have a certain kind of love'."

"What you said has the political level of the junior high school student next door."

Haibara Ai:"......."

Junior high school student level...

The originally enigmatic character suddenly collapsed.

The adults no longer found the child who said this strange, they only found Lin Xinyi strange:

"Hey hey..."

The corner of Mouri Kogoro's mouth twitched:

"Don't talk about such dangerous topics outside all the time."

This topic is indeed quite dangerous.

From the time of its predecessor, the Special Higher Education Course, to the present, and even in the future, the main business of the Japanese Public Security Bureau has always been to fight against X, not against any "wine factory."

After all, the latter mainly harms only the people.

The former is the people.

As a highly influential public official and public figure, Lin Xinyi makes such dangerous remarks in public every day.

Maybe one day, before the undercover incident came to light, I was invited to have tea by Officer Jiang Gu for "other reasons."

"It's fine..."

Lin Xinyi disagreed:

"There are some things that exist objectively even if we don't talk about them."

"Sooner or later people will feel it themselves."

"Like these kids..."

He glanced at Ayumi, Mitsuhiko and Genta:

These three ignorant children are still staring pitifully at the "Brahmin" over there.

A certain kind of simple consciousness is quietly taking root.

And what's worse is...

There are always some idiots among Brahmins who can't restrain their loneliness and take the initiative to step on the honest people at the bottom, making the "caste contradiction" that already exists in society more prominent -

Like now:

"Hey hey..."

"I seem to feel the 'jealous' gaze."

A young aristocratic man in a fine suit looked over with a mocking look on his face.

He looked at the relatively simple clothes of Ayumi and others:

"Stop staring at us."

"It's impossible for you to get the trial qualification."

"anyway..."

The kid, who looked to be no more than eleven or twelve years old, was currently taunting the crowd with a rich second-generation villain tone typical of urban literature:

"You shabby guys, did you really receive the invitation?"

"You didn't sneak in secretly, did you?"

"You?!" Ayumi, Genta and Mitsuhiko were so shocked that their faces turned blue.

And there is more than one "villain rich second generation" over there.

Three more young masters, who had eaten enough to hold themselves up, stood up and helped in the taunting.

There were four people in the group, especially the guy in the red suit who spoke the most unpleasantly:

"Just give up."

"We have different identities. It's useless no matter how long we look at each other."

He raised his chin proudly, looking unruly even at a young age.

"Hey, don't go too far."

Suzuki Sonoko stood up to support Ayumi and others with some displeasure.

She took a look at the appearance of the kid in the red suit:

"You are the grandson of Mr. Toshio Morohoshi, Deputy Director of the Metropolitan Police Department, Hideki Morohoshi, right?"

"These are the guests I invited."

"Please be polite to them."

"Ah...it's Miss Sonoko of the Suzuki Zaibatsu."

Hideki Morohoshi nodded politely.

There is no trace of the unruly and arrogance just now.

But this kind of gentle aristocratic gentleman style is only for Miss Suzuki of the same caste.

As for "Vaishyas" like Bumi, Mitsuhiko, and Yuantai...

Morohoshi Hideki turned around and continued to laugh:

"Although it sounds ugly, the fact is..."

"People's fate is determined from the moment they are born."

"Beautiful clothes will choose beautiful people. As for those who are not selected, just drool next to them!"

"You little brat..." The good-tempered Suzuki Sonoko was a little angry: "You really don't have a tutor!"

She was stupid for a while and didn't know how to educate this little brat.
To be continued...