475: Chapter 211 “Dynamic Plane Graphics” _2 475: Chapter 211 “Dynamic Plane Graphics” _2 In that kind of dynamic flat graphic, the Dormitory building was willfully distorted, but the more it twisted, the clearer the outline beneath the skein of threads beca…
It sotis changed back from the distortion, looking like a huge pillar, and sotis like a giant shrouded in a mist of light…
It stood tall in the chaotic world, in the center of Lin Yi’s collapsing vision, proudly erect like a pillar holding up the sky.
Even more bizarre was that the Dormitory building, which should have had its lights out after midnight, was now illuminated with a row of lights!
This way of lighting up was not about a single floor being lit, but rather one light on every floor, from the 1st to the 39th, 39 lights in a row, making the entire Dormitory building look like a super-sized technological sword, ready to rip through the collapsing canvas.
“The Dormitory building won’t anchor itself!”
“There must be soone anchoring the Dormitory!”
“Is it…
all the students in their dreams anchoring it?!”
An entire Dormitory building’s worth of students anchoring it through sleep, and the Dormitory building, in turn, providing a safe state for the dreaming students?
What a mutual rush of love, dammit!
“Wrong!
Those lights…
It’s the Dormitory Supervisors!!”
“That’s the Dormitory Supervisors, right?!”
Was there a Dormitory Supervisor on every floor, nearly 39 Dormitory Supervisors holding old-fashioned coal oil lamps, leading the Dormitory building into that battlefield?!
A single soldier’s power is indeed insignificant, but what if they were driving tanks?
Fantasy has Sword Immortals, and now what the hell, this is Dormitory Supervisors commanding the Dormitory building…?
Lin Yi felt he couldn’t adapt to it, it was like the crew in Pirates of the Caribbean encountering danger, and at the crucial mont, Captain Jack Sparrow broke through the fog to the familiar tune of “He’s a pirate” BGM, but after rubbing their eyes, the crew found that Captain Jack was not standing on the mast of The Black Pearl, but on a giant rubber ducky pedal boat.
Too damn abstract!
Absurd and eerie!
He felt he couldn’t take it anymore, if he kept staring, his brain was going to break.
So he quickly withdrew his gaze, and the residual vision still seed to allow him to see so figures floating in the dynamic graph, but all of them were assimilated into the style, and he couldn’t recognize anything other than the Dormitory building.
But after a while, without much effort from Lin Yi, the originally distorted style gradually returned to normal, and that slightly mad world also began to drift away from him…
“Hm?
Lin Yi was slightly startled, then found that his vision was gradually becoming clear.
But with that, the layer of “fabric” that Mu Daxian had previously laid down also began to reerge.
He realized sothing, looked up, and sure enough, saw Mu Daxian had returned again.
At this mont, Mu Daxian was sowhat disheveled, and the fanatical expression that had originally covered his face, for so reason, had turned into doubt and fear, as if he had seen sothing terrifying.
“Bad news, bad news…” Mu Daxian mumbled as he ran, stabilizing the “fabric” of the dead end, then ran back to lean against the wall, gasping for breath.
“Brother Xian, are you okay?” Mao Feiyang quickly went up to ask with concern.
Mu Daxian waved his hand: “I’m fine, just got scared by sothing I shouldn’t have seen.”
Mao Feiyang was about to ask what he saw, but then thought that he had already been infused with “extracurricular knowledge,” and if he went through a bit more “extended learning,” then he might have to take an Art class even if he didn’t want to.
So he imdiately shut up.
Mu Daxian seed still imrsed in the scene he had just witnessed, his eyes lingering with a cold golden brilliance, staring at the void in front of him, Mao Feiyang didn’t speak to him, and his thoughts drifted back again.
“Sothing’s gone wrong…” Mu Daxian kept mumbling this phrase, making Mao Feiyang increasingly panicked, yet he didn’t dare to interrupt him.
The golden glow in Mu Daxian’s eyes slowly went out, and his train of thought was gradually pulled back, but he was still muttering: “Disappeared for so long…
I knew he wouldn’t just die like that, but I never expected him to appear in this way…”
Mu Daxian’s gaze flickered, his voice beca lighter and then he fell into a silence of his own.
The atmosphere suddenly beca stagnant, to the point where the winds and tremors of the outside world seed unfelt.
Finally, after who knows how long, Mu Daxian let out a long breath.
“Never mind, let’s sleep.”
“Tomorrow we report to the Teacher as is, and see what they’re going to do.”
“Damn it,”
Mu Daxian hamred against the wall once, then leaned against it and sat down on the ground, resting his cheek in one hand and closing his eyes for a nap.
Mao Feiyang pursed his lips, hesitated for a mont, and then whispered, “Brother Xian, is it really okay to sleep here?
I heard you’re only supposed to sleep in the dormitory…”
“We couldn’t be in a worse situation; besides, what’s there to fear with here?” Mu Daxian said with closed eyes, “If you want to rest, take a break.
If not, stand guard until dawn.
It’s up to you.”
“…” Mao Feiyang hesitated, “Alright then.”
Mao Feiyang also leaned against the wall…
Soon, the view before Lin Yi blurred, signaling a scene transition—or possibly that his dream was waking up…
However, the sound of a voice made Lin Yi realize he was still in the dream.
“Xiao Mao, wake up.
Don’t sleep.”
Lin Yi’s blurry vision cleared again, and there was Mu Daxian with his drawing board on his back, reaching out a hand.
With a thought, the “cara” drifted a little away.
Outside, it wasn’t bright yet; the alley was still dominated by dim light…
Lin Yi was suddenly confused, when was this?
Mao Feiyang groggily awoke, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and yawned.
“Brother Xian, I’m so sleepy…
Is it dawn yet?” He rubbed his body, the sitting position he’d slept in wasn’t good, leaving him all sore and numb.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t rested, but it certainly wasn’t restful.
It was like trying to convince himself that he had already slept.
“It’s almost sunrise; let’s get going now,” Mu Daxian said.
Mao Feiyang asked groggily, “Where to?”
“The Cafeteria.”
“Huh?
Now?”
Mu Daxian nodded affirmatively, “Now.”
“What ti is it now?” Mao Feiyang asked while getting up.
“Should be between 4 and 5 a.m., so mont before the sun cos up.”
“Then the cafeteria hasn’t opened yet, right?”
“It will be about to open by the ti we get there.”
“If we ti it right and enter the cafeteria at 5:40 a.m., grab the Student Souvenir Coin from the Convenience Store as quickly as possible, and then run back here, we might just catch the 6 a.m.
elevator.”
“Holy shit!” Mao Feiyang jerked as if propelling himself up with his glutes and quadriceps, popping up wide-eyed as if suddenly awakened.
No longer tired, completely awake!
“That sounds thrilling!”
Mu Daxian nodded, “I didn’t plan on this, but the amount of information we saw yesterday was too significant.
If the chance arises, we must get back to the Art Building ahead of schedule.”
“So it goes, plans can’t keep up with changes; that’s the gist of it.”
“Xiao Mao, are you coming?”
“Of course I’m coming!” Mao Feiyang hurriedly dusted off his clothes, actively picked up the drawstring bag and handed it to Mu Daxian.
The two quickly left the alley.
With Mu Daxian’s departure, the initially overwritten alley twisted back into its original form.
The two walked on, and Mao Feiyang suddenly paused, then rubbed his eyes and could not help but grab Mu Daxian, “Brother Xian…
what, what is that?”
He pointed ahead.
Several classroom doors in the hallway were wide open, and a queue of zombie-like Pseudo-Humans slowly marched out from inside.
“Nocturnal species and Pseudo-Humans.
We have plenty of ti on our way to the cafeteria now if you’re interested, take a look.
When we co back, there won’t be ti for sightseeing,” Mu Daxian shrugged.
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