Countermeasure

Between the voice of chirping birds and the sounds of nature, one could see young people walking. Some were running with books in their hands, hurrying to their classes. Others were jogging to train their bodies and maintain their physical prowess. And a few were just walking, basking in the peaceful morning as the sun had just risen.

As one's gaze scanned further across the academy grounds, they would soon reach a place bustling with students. Unlike the paths between the faculties and buildings, these students were sitting on benches or the grass, engaged in animated conversations with a peculiar spherical device in their hands.

"Have you seen it?" the young girl asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she delicately cut her breakfast. In a way, those who could afford to buy privately prepared food could eat wherever they wanted, instead of in students' cafeterias.