Look at those academies; they've sprung up like mushrooms after rain, flourishing across the vast land of Chengxiao Kingdom like wildfire, blossoming everywhere.
From bustling capitals to remote towns, from villages nestled in mountains to coastal port cities, the college's vibrant and hopeful presence can be seen everywhere.
Luo Bao, you don't have to worry at all about these rapid and earth-shaking changes happening here.
Will it become like a wild horse, out of control, and prematurely evolve into a modern society?
If that were to happen, a multitude of unknown opportunities and challenges might come crashing down like a tide. Wouldn't Luo Bao be worried?
A faint smile played on Qin Qianluo's lips, a smile as gentle and bright as the first peach blossom blooming under the warm sun in March.
Like a gentle spring breeze, it subtly touches the softest corner of people's hearts.
She stood quietly to one side, her posture elegant and composed, like a freehand painting.
Her eyes were full of tenderness and focus, like a deep lake reflecting everything before her.
She watched as the crowd, brimming with curiosity and barely contained excitement, their eyes sparkling with anticipation, cautiously yet eagerly tried to board the steam car.
The scene at this moment is like a vivid and lively painting of everyday life, with the laughter and chatter of the crowd weaving together into a symphony full of hope and aspiration.
The air lingered gently, adding a touch of unique color to this otherwise ordinary day.
Amidst this lively atmosphere, Qin Qianluo's thoughts raced like a runaway horse.
Freely roam in that distant yet infinitely beautiful future space and time.
A ripple of emotion stirred within her, each wave carrying thoughts and expectations for the future.
Pulling myself back to reality, her voice echoed softly in my heart, like a mountain spring flowing over pebbles.
A crisp yet soothing voice: 'Why be afraid? What's wrong with this kind of development?'
Her tone conveyed an innate composure and certainty, as if she had already seen through the mists of time and understood the profound meaning behind all these changes.
We are filled with unwavering confidence and enthusiastic expectations for future development.
Upon hearing Qin Qianluo's response, Feng Qingyun's "thoughts," which were originally as lively as stars twinkling in the night sky, were disrupted.
In an instant, it was as if I had been swept into a thick, foggy vortex of chaos, and I became hesitant and indecisive.
She felt as if she were in a complex maze, standing at the intersection of countless unknown paths.
Every path leads to a completely different future, and every future is filled with endless uncertainty and unpredictable risks.
She fell into a long and deep silence, as if time had stood still.
In this seemingly eternal silence, she was like a wise sage, meticulously constructing countless future scenarios in her mind.
Each scene is like a meticulous traditional Chinese painting, showcasing in detail the various possibilities under different development paths.
She weighed the complex and intertwined pros and cons repeatedly, each possibility like a sharp blade.
It left deep marks on her invisible yet sensitive "heart," bringing wave after wave of indescribable stinging pain.
Then, her voice became slightly soft and sweet, with a barely perceptible tremor and deep worry, like a gentle yet heavy sigh.
He slowly said, "Luo Bao, this speed of development is really too fast, so fast that it catches people off guard."
This is like a person on a rugged, winding, thorny mountain road who should be walking steadily, but suddenly starts running wildly without regard for anything else.
It may seem like a bold and powerful journey, but in reality, every step hides many potential dangers and unknown variables.
The advent of a steam-powered vehicle marks the beginning of the steam age here.
If this trend continues to develop rapidly without any restraint, is Luo Bao perhaps planning to directly lead an industrial revolution?
Such rapid and radical changes are like a violent storm, seemingly capable of bringing about a completely new look.
However, it could also lead to many unpredictable and complex consequences.
What is most worrying and terrifying is the possibility of countless innocent lives being lost.
In the face of this storm-like wave of change, they were as fragile and helpless as ants, sinking into an abyss of pain and struggle, ultimately fading away in despair.
Every word Feng Qingyun spoke was like a heavy lead stone, filled with deep anxiety about the uncertainty of the future.
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