"This...?!"
He was like something that did not exist-perhaps not even a thing at all...
Yet he could clearly feel solid ground beneath his feet.
"Wait. Solid ground?"
He tried crouching down, and discovered a stretch of Pebble Road beneath his feet, submerged in thick fog.
"Pebble Road?"
"This time... I dreamed about a road on Campus?"
This kind of fog...
Had the Campus's layer dropped?
But he was not particularly panicked... Once someone knew they were dreaming, they became a little braver.
Of course, some people realized they were dreaming, yet their actions still followed the same logic as if they did not know "they were dreaming."
There was still no scientific explanation for this state of "knowing I'm dreaming, but being unable to control my dream."
Lin Yi did not dwell on it. He began following the pebble road forward...
Gradually, he saw streetlamp poles in the fog.
They floated in the sea of fog like so many lighthouses, struggling to hold open the domains belonging to their lamps.
Beyond the pebble road, he spotted a group of moving figures.
Among them, he saw the Security Guard at the front carrying an old kerosene lamp. Those figures were none other than... the Chef Queue delivering meals!
The moment he thought of going over for a look, his field of view rapidly expanded. He drifted forward like a ghost and soon caught up with the procession.
In the queue, he saw chef after chef wearing white chef's hats, white chef's uniforms, and blue aprons. He also saw the name badges pinned to their chests.
These chefs had their brows knitted and were muttering, as though reciting the chef rules, but their speech was indistinct and the writing blurry. Apart from catching a few "don'ts," he could make nothing out.