Lu Zhou grabbed two pieces of bread from the food trays before he rushed back to his room. Once he threw his two notebooks on the table, he pulled out some draft paper from his suitcase.
Everything was ready.
He took a deep breath and went into the system space. He then started the "inspiration hours".
It felt different than immersive learning or the focus capsule. When Lu Zhou left the system space, he felt purely rational and not impetuous at all.
A warm sensation traveled from his spine to his brain, it was like a flame that ignited his mind.
"… Strange feeling."
Lu Zhou squeezed his fist before he rubbed his eyes. He felt like everything in front of him was shaking lightly.
At the same time, the inspiration in his mind was like a tsunami, washing away in his cerebral cortex.
It was hard to describe that feeling.
