In the dormitory hall, Bai Mo held a tablet, pacing back and forth, organizing the fragmented thoughts in his mind, opening a new page on the tablet, and starting to draw a smooth brace.
"I've learned something from Marquis Qing Yue here.
"Now let's reorganize our thoughts and try again."
He didn't get discouraged, nor was he in a hurry. In his heart, there was no emotion, only calmness and rationality. He just calmly reviewed what he had learned, and little by little, wrote down feasible ideas and things that might be useful again.
It didn't take long for him to fill a page on the tablet.
"Hmm, starting from this idea, can we get a handle?"
He drew a circle and began to think...
Beside him, Black Gloves leaned its head on the master's shoulder, its eyes rolling around, then "whoosh" jumped off the bed, rushed through groups of senior and junior siblings, ran to the corner of the dormitory hall, and leaped into a circle.
"Ying ying ying, awoo awoo ying ying ying!"
