Open your eyes.
The classroom was empty. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, and the white gauze curtains billowed in the breeze. The fragrance of Photinia Flower drifted faintly in from outside.
Song He had expected to see a high school classroom, but it turned out to be a university classroom.
It made sense when he thought about it. After all, he had spent more time as a university lecturer than as a high school student, so he was naturally more familiar with university classrooms.
He stood up and walked around, inspecting the surroundings.
Normally, when a dream was generated, his imagination added plenty of details to the scene—views outside the windows, messy classmates, and mottled scratches on the walls, for example.
But this dream was clearly different. It looked like crude game modeling. Every desk looked exactly the same, as if it had been copy-pasted. The walls were smooth and spotless, like white walls of air.
Most importantly, when he went to the window and looked outside, there was nothing but blank white space!
He opened the classroom door. Outside was not a corridor, but layers upon layers of bricks!
Song He laughed. The details were overly crude, but the clarity was still very high. It was good enough!
He guessed that Lou Jinghui's technology could only temporarily edit such simple scenes. It did not matter. Once the helmet officially went on sale, online dreams with richer details would be created, realistic enough to fool the eye.
But a problem had arisen. This time, they were testing text. Where would the text appear?
According to the procedure, the text would appear somewhere conspicuous, but everything in this enclosed little classroom was conspicuous.
Song He sat in the middle of the classroom and waited patiently for a long time. He