Chapter 3 Dreams and Reality

  It is indeed true.

  Under the slightly protruding special angle of view of the home camera, Yi Meng looked at the little pepper whose collar slipped a little.

   It wasn't that he wanted to watch it on purpose. Except for a few blind spots, the camera basically recorded all the scenes in this room meticulously.

   After the mother and daughter finished talking about their thoughts, they began to say good night to each other.

   "Sleep well."

  Little Pepper Pepper Potts covered her daughter Morgan with a quilt, got up and said to the air in the room: "Saturday, take care of Morgan, and report to me in time if you have anything to do."

   "Yes, Miss Potts." Yi Meng responded fairly quickly, sending out a gentle and steady electronic sound with a fixed pattern through the camera.

  Pepper exited the room, and the main light in the bedroom was turned off intelligently, and the room returned to darkness and silence, leaving only a small non-glare smart desk lamp on the bedside table.

  Yimeng originally wanted to follow Pepper and transfer her consciousness to the living room outside.

  But the moment Yi Meng left the wooden house, another cold mechanical female voice sent an instruction along the network in the living room outside: "Go back and watch the little master Morgan!"

She is…

  Yi Meng seemed to realize something, and retreated silently without saying a word.

   Inside the room.

  The blond loli closed her eyes, but her tiny eyelashes fluttered, apparently not falling asleep peacefully.

   After half a minute of silence like this.

   A gentle male voice sounded in the room again: "Morgan."

  Little Loli didn't respond at all, as if she was asleep, but her eyelashes were still fluttering.

  This little guy has quite a temper...

  Yi Meng secretly laughed, and continued: "Okay, I apologize for what happened just now, I was wrong."

   This time. The blond-haired loli finally reacted, pulled the down quilt with her small hands, and said in a muffled voice covering half of her small face: "Saturday, you are right. People are dead when they die, and nothing will be left behind."

   "I really made a mistake."

  Yimeng said sincerely: "Even if a person dies, his soul still exists. It may follow the side of the person he loves, but the other person cannot see it with naked eyes."

   "Really? Didn't lie to the children?"

  Little Morgan pulled down the quilt, revealing her blue jewel-like eyes.

   "I really didn't lie to you."

  If it was Yimeng's own world, maybe people would die if they died, but the dreamland here is Marvel's world.

  The Marvel Universe is the real "outer gods are as many as dogs, and strange things are everywhere".

  In the mystery behind the scenes of this great world. People really have a body and a soul, and even if they die, they have a chance to be resurrected again!

  Little Morgan could not stop smiling, and asked happily: "So, Dad, he didn't leave us completely?"

   "Of course. You can see him again when you grow up."

  Yimeng responded firmly, he was not trying to appease little Lolita with empty words, but telling the facts that can happen in the current world.

  Iron Man Tony Stark once went back to the past through the Quantum Realm and saw his long-dead father!

   "Then I have to grow up quickly..." Little Morgan whispered to himself with anticipation.

   "Also, even if someone like your father dies, there are still too many things left in this world."

  Yimeng continued: "Tomorrow, I will take you out to have a look, and you will know."

   "Ah, go outside the cabin?"

  Little Morgan has slowly closed his eyes, and murmured softly: "Mom...don't let me go outside...it's dangerous..."

  Yimeng replied: "Don't worry, I'm still here."

  Morgan Jr. did not respond.

  She was already asleep, with a smile of anticipation and longing on her tired little face, and she exhaled evenly.

  Yimeng also wants to sleep deeply.

   But the problem is that he is dreaming now, and artificial intelligence does not need to sleep.

   "I don't know how long I will stay in this dream."

  Yimeng mused to himself, the time in the dream was meaningless, maybe a few hours would pass, maybe a few days would pass, or even a week or two.

   It's just that the actions of his own existence are not completely free.

  Although he can 'walk' freely in the current wooden house, there is a subtle shackle that restricts him from going to other places.

  This feeling of "restricted" may not be a problem for artificial intelligence, but it makes Yi Meng, who is a human consciousness, feel displeased from the bottom of his heart.

   "Let's learn more about the current state of the dream world."

  No matter what, Yi Meng must confirm whether her bold idea just now is feasible.

  Is the Marvel world in this dream a real and complete structure?

  This point is actually not difficult to confirm.

  Although Yimeng can't leave the current room, she can still do it using a search engine.

   Just confirm whether there are other countries and cities other than the dream cabin room. And, whether there is a lot of knowledge and information on the Internet that he has never personally known, he can basically make a preliminary judgment.

  Thinking of this, Yi Meng couldn't help but extend her consciousness to the laptop on the wooden table in the room.

   Go online!

  …

   "This classmate, classmate Yi Meng!"

  A call with a reprimanding tone sounded in the classroom.

  A silver-haired boy around the age of eighteen, shaking his overly thick eyelashes, yawning and waking up from a dream, his bangs were too long to cover his eyebrows.

  In the hot summer, I wear a pair of scrub gloves on my hands.

There is still a trace of waterline hanging from the corner of the boy's mouth, and the school uniform he is wearing is a bit messy, but his facial features are well-defined and handsome, like the rare silver hair with natural luster, and the natural fairness that makes girls envious. The sunshine and the smell of the grass are clean, and it is difficult to make other people feel disgusted by him in this era of looking at faces.

  Yi Meng opened her sleepy eyes, shook her numb arms, and was still in the daze of waking up, when she heard the person beside her asking, "What did you dream about?"

   "The Iron Man family." Yi Meng replied subconsciously.

   "Iron Man, what's that?"

   "Marvel, Iron Man, have you seen the movie... huh?"

  Yi Meng muttered, and gradually realized something was wrong.

  I am sitting on a single-back chair, in front of me is a small white square desk with a stack of thick books and papers piled on top.

  An open physics book was pressed by his hands and the profile of his face just now, and the paper was still damp.

  Yi Meng raised her eyes belatedly.

What came into view was a classroom with a capacity of 50 people. Most of the surrounding students had an expression of 'I couldn't save you'. Standing next to him was a middle-aged man with the Mediterranean Sea on his head. The other party's anger was already written on his face. .

  The calling and questioning just now were initiated by the other party.

   "Sorry." Yi Meng immediately stood up from her seat, knowing that the place where she fell asleep was not suitable.

   "Student Yi Meng, the federal college entrance examination is only a week away, and you even went to dye your hair. Such an attitude...forget it."

  The physics teacher shook his head and sighed, and gave up before starting to persuade.

  Yi Meng didn't think so, because the college entrance examination was just a week away, so she should take a good rest and face it with a relaxed attitude.

  After three years of study in high school, there is still one week left, and I will know what I should know, and I won’t be able to do what I don’t know.

   Even if you work hard, it's too late now.

   Seeing that Yi Meng had no intention of repenting at all, the physics teacher pointed at him and spit out spitting: "Go up and solve the problem!"

"OK."

  Yi Meng still gave the teacher a face, left the seat and walked to the smart blackboard podium.

  Under the watchful eyes of fifty classmates watching the play, changing anyone would feel like a backstab, but Yi Meng seemed very casual and natural.

  After all, as a time traveler, the mentality of entering the society is completely different from that of a student walking on thin ice.

  Imeng picked up the smart pen from the podium.

  Eight subjects in the college entrance examination.

  Federal Physics is his weakest subject, and it is not bad to pass it on weekdays.

  As for one of the so-called truths of the world like physics, you can know at a glance whether you can solve it, whether you will or you will, and if you don’t, you won’t.

   Mathematics, chemistry, physics, etc., it is absolutely impossible to pretend to understand brother.

  Yimeng glanced at the questions on the smart blackboard. She could clearly understand every word, but she couldn't understand them together, especially with some strange mechanical compositions.

   Fine, not at all.

  Yimeng felt relieved. If this question was placed on the test paper, it would be the lowest scoring question, and no more than three people in the class could solve it.

   It is estimated that the physics teacher was also dizzy, so he asked such a scumbag to do it.

   A sincere apology is fine.

  Yimeng didn't intend to waste time standing for a few more seconds like others, and was about to abandon her pen and leave the podium, but suddenly stopped when she turned around.

  A familiar and subtle sense of static electricity comes to mind like a flash of light.

  (end of this chapter)