After figuring out the system, Tang Mo left her room to see what everyone was up to.
To her surprise, it wasn't just the children; even the elderly had all quickly adapted to the system.
The sight of them lying on the couch wearing helmets struck Tang Mo as a little comical.
'Then again, they were all highly educated people whose work had relied on computers. Why wouldn't they be able to accept this new technology?'
When Tang Mo arrived in the living room, however, she noticed a solitary figure on the couch.
"Mr. Hu, what's wrong?"
Tang Mo had actually noticed it earlier. Mr. Hu's expression had been grim ever since he arrived. He lacked the excitement and thrill on everyone else's faces; instead, his composure was so absolute it was almost frightening.
The situation here was even better than Tang Mo had imagined, and they were very accepting of outsiders like them.
"Why aren't you trying out the system? It's quite convenient."
