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Good students, you two still need to practice this form【Seeking monthly ticket 4/10】_1 Professor Chen, who always referred himself as Old Chen, was in his sixties now, amiable and still maintaining the deportnt of the older generation of intellectuals.
It was said that in his youth, he had been working in several design institutes and even had the potential to pursue a controlled career, but he never set foot in it.
Eventually, after many rounds, he returned to his alma mater as a tutor in the design departnt.
He did not dislike the job of teaching.
Sadly, the unknown major in a well-known university honestly didn’t offer many benefits, but perhaps it was this lack of materialistic appeal that enabled him to get along well with his students, without many troubles.
Dust Beater and Brickmover were his last batch of graduate students, and after these two unreliable fellows graduated, Old Chen planned to retire and enjoy his life.
His wife had passed away a few years earlier, and both his sons were established and successful.
Occasionally, they would bring their grandchildren to see him, filling Old Chen’s later life with fulfillnt.
Generally speaking, those who lead fulfilling lives in reality do not have much interest in seeking comfort in a virtual world.
Of course, the main reason Old Chen didn’t play gas much was that he missed the ideal ti.
When he was at the age of Dust Beater, even arcade machines were rare.
So, when his two students proposed to get him to play gas, Old Chen refused.
On one hand, he held the discipline for many years and was not genuinely interested in such a pasti.
How nice would it be to find so good companions to play go or fishing if ti permitted?
On the other hand, he honestly felt he couldn’t keep up with the tis.
Hand drawing, the skill he was very adept at, seed sowhat out of place in an era where everything was done on a computer.
Although he could use mainstream software and his designer’s mindset was not considered out-dated, he noticed younger teachers whispering about his using the two-finger zen occasionally.
He knew it all.
He was rely pretending not to know.
Being confused was a blessing.
But before he had earnestly refused, after completing a test application and having dinner, a package quietly appeared at Old Chen’s doorstep.
This scared the old man.
Although he didn’t live in a luxurious community, he had never seen a delivery co straight to his doorstep.
Besides, isn’t this dispatch speed a bit too fast?
His student had estimated it to take around 12 hours, but it took less than 5 hours…
“Could the dispatch location be nearby?”
Old Chen took the box to his house and carefully inspected it.
The sender was Alpha Company inviting him to the test group for “Real Different World”.
The contact number was a virtual transfer number, fully untraceable.
He muttered sothing, opened the box and found a ga hardware that looked like a black motorcycle helt.
No protective box, no support fra, let alone the cheapest foam.
It was indeed shabby!
“They said you just need to wear this?”
As a professor, Old Chen’s common sense told him that this thing might not be reliable.
Although he specialized in his academic field, the academic circle was so small that he hadn’t heard of such virtual reality technology being applied on such a large scale to develop gas in recent years.
He dared not put a product without logos on his head.
What if the substandard product suddenly exploded?
He rembered Little Du suggesting a forum online, so he took the helt to his study, logged on to the forum with his new computer provided by his eldest son, and found the instructions for the ga helt posted by the officials.
After a quick read, he found it functional.
He then randomly entered a few popular posts of the day.
He wasn’t actually interested in the content, just trying to find so details to prove it was not a prank.
However, he found the most heated topic currently was about “Wolf People”.
A lot of people were discussing which team was more powerful, so people even opened a prediction post with gambling odds.
“This doesn’t seem fake.
Little Du wouldn’t hire more than 300 people to play a joke on , would he?”
After gathering enough information in about ten minutes, Old Chen started to believe the ga truly existed, and by wearing the helt, he could enter the so-called “brain wave sensing” virtual world.
“Although I’m not an expert in this field, the theory does not seem correct, does it?
I rember the technology related to brainwave sensing wasn’t operating in this way, was it?”
Muttering to himself, Professor Chen sat in his computer chair, stared at the ga helt in his hand for about a minute, and finally made up his mind.
He sent a ssage to his obedient student, telling him to wait in the ga.
Then, he put the helt on his head.
Hey, you know what, this thing seems to be customized.
The size fits just right.
The inner material supporting the scalp was quite comfortable, and when the helt’s power was on, the vision in front of him transford into the unique semi-virtual state typical of VR devices.
There were only three initial icons.
A forum link, a built-in browser, and the last one was the icon for “Real Different World”.
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