Lin Yi was astonished, his mouth agape, unsure of what to say.
The previously opaque "Principal's Office" had suddenly become exquisitely transparent. Among the gaps between the vines, there appeared sheet after sheet of bat-wing-like transparent thin films, each displaying surreal images.
These images resembled TV screens stacked in a furniture store in the 1990s, each set turned on and showing different "television" programs, filling the inner walls of the "Principal's Office."
Most of these images depicted scenes unfamiliar to Lin Yi.
Some depicted a post-apocalyptic wasteland…
Towers of twisted steel debris jutted out of a reddish desert, with tattered fluorescent graffiti tarps fluttering in the sandstorm like ghostly flags…
In the distance stood an obelisk formed from the debris of some technological product, with a glass chamber at its top embedding half of a mechanical skeleton, like the corpse of a warrior who perished in exoskeleton armor.
