What Ling Yue found most difficult to adapt to here was that although there were plans, designs, and R&D programs, there was no equipment. To make a big thing, he had to first make all the small things needed for the big thing.

When you concentrate on thinking and doing things, time always passes quickly. The orange-red sunlight that is about to set shines through the glass window onto Lingyue's face, and the tiny hairs are clearly visible.

When Xiangzhong opened the door and came in, he saw Lingyue writing something undisturbed.

Secretary Liu was about to stand up straight when Xiangzhong interrupted him by raising his hand and making a slight gesture, signaling him not to speak.

Xiangzhong walked into the desk with a smile and took a look. The handwriting on the paper was messy but not so messy that it was difficult to understand.

The white area next to the paper is also covered with handwriting, and the handwriting...really, has a cursive style.

Xiangzhong's mouth twitched a little. If he had known Ling Yue when she was a child, he would have given her a few calligraphy books.

“Uncle Zhou, this is just a draft.”

As she spoke, Ling Yue put the pen cap on, stood up, tidied up, put the printed materials into the cloth bag, and was done.

The movements are natural and graceful.

Xiangzhong took a look and couldn't help asking, "What are these?"

Ling Yue glanced at the cloth bag that Xiangzhong was pointing at: "Oh, these are some of the ideas I've had over the past two years that I'm planning to bring back to the Fifth Academy."

She originally wanted to go back to the Fifth Academy to print, but she had already borrowed a computer and someone was watching her. She couldn't stare at the computer and talk to No. 7 for a long time, and doing nothing would only make people suspicious.

The twitching at the corners of Xiangzhong's mouth seemed to have moved to the corners of his eyes, and the twitching became even more intense.

He quickly ordered Secretary Liu, "Go get a safe."