**Chapter 1688: A Maiden's Morning**
"What about its performance under strong light?" Huang He asked a critical question. Yang Yunhe didn’t evade—he simply had the research center’s windows opened, allowing sunlight to flood in.
Placing the device by the window, the holographic projection immediately dimmed and fragmented under direct sunlight. It was clear: intense light still significantly impacted the display.
"So, this is only suitable for indoor use," Huang mused.
"Correct. But most usage scenarios *are* indoors anyway," Yang Yunhe replied with a sly grin. "After all, few users would want their projections exposed in public."
The implication was obvious—imagine the embarrassment of projecting anime characters in a crowded space.
Huang’s mind went further: what if someone projected something *illegal*? That would be even more disastrous.
"Actually, we’ve developed another solution," Yang said, pulling a spray bottle from his pocket. "This is our specially formulated weak-magnetic polymer suspension spray."
"One spritz above the screen, combined with activating the device’s magnetic frame, creates a micro electromagnetic field. The polymer particles then hover mid-air, reducing light interference and enhancing image clarity."
"Tests show it maintains visibility even under noon sunlight. More sprays equal sharper images—though we recommend using it in ventilated spaces with a mask. While non-toxic, the particles might irritate airways."
"What if the user is moving?" Huang asked.
Yang sighed. "No solution yet. But we’re making breakthroughs—give us 5-10 years for full maturity."
"No need to wait." Huang waved dismissively. "Roll it out next year. Netizens already accuse us of incremental upgrades. This will shut them up."
And why not? A phone that projects 3D images with a double-tap? It was sci-fi made real—something even *The Wandering Earth* hadn’t envisioned.
Yang smiled knowingly. "Boss, phones are just the start. The real revolution lies elsewhere."
He led Huang to another room—bare except for eight discreet projectors (four corners, four ceiling). At Yang’s command, beams converged at the center, materializing a life-sized "Jiangnan Classmate" avatar.
"Greetings, Boss. I’m Virtual Employee #0032," the cartoonish figure waved.
Though stylized, the quadruple-projection eliminated most telltale holographic flaws. At Huang’s request, the avatar shifted into a hyper-realistic girl—flawless skin, swaying skirt, even the teasing glimpse of *zettai ryouiki* as she moved.
Footsteps and breathing (courtesy of hidden speakers) completed the illusion—until Huang’s shadow disrupted the light paths, making her torso flicker like a glitching ghost.
"Solution?" Huang raised an eyebrow.
"More projectors." Yang activated the ceiling units. Instantly, the girl stabilized, Huang’s shadow erased by overlapping beams.
Guided to an optimized viewing seat, Huang found the girl now leaning toward him—her décolletage perfectly aligned with his eye level.
Then the room *transformed*: walls turned pink, furniture materialized, even a stray pair of panties peeked from a half-shut drawer. A virtual mother entered, calling the girl to breakfast.
Scene after scene unfolded—a dining table with steaming dishes, a bustling street view through the "window," until suddenly Huang was "outside," watching dozens of pedestrians pass by his phantom stall.
Goosebumps prickled his skin. *Had his company just ushered in the sci-fi era?*
**Key Tech Specs Revealed:**
- **Weak-Magnetic Suspension Spray**: Enables outdoor use (with limitations)
- **8-Projector Array**: Eliminates occlusion issues for life-sized holograms
- **Dynamic Environment Rendering**: Real-time background adaptation
**Industry Impact Forecast:**
- **Entertainment**: Virtual concerts with "real" performers
- **Retail**: Try-before-you-buy holographic clothing displays
- **Adult Industry**: *(Unspoken but obvious)*
**Next-Gen Prototype Goals:**
- Miniaturized projectors for wearable displays
- AI-powered interactive holograms with tactile feedback
- Solar-resistant nanoparticles for daylight stability
The girl waved goodbye as she "left for school." Huang exhaled slowly. *The future wasn’t coming—it was already here.*