The corner of Ronan's eye caught the line of text, but his hand remained steady. He did not stop writing until the sketch was complete. He was very curious what sort of message his Old Man had left this time.
Hmm, even figuring out how and under what circumstances to leave a message must have cost Mr. Luo Zhongheng quite a few brain cells.
Ronan smiled unconsciously. At that moment, the sketch he had just completed in the Work Area rapidly shrank.
It distorted again in the process. In the blink of an eye, it lost its dominant place on the virtual canvas and became a lively blot of ink in the middle of the blank space. It vaguely still resembled Ronan, but it shifted from stillness into motion and came alive.
Only, the originally realistic style had turned into a chibi figure with distorted proportions. It seemed to be craning its neck upward, looking toward the words appearing in the corner of the canvas.
What kind of damn animation effect was this?
Ronan stared, dumbfounded.
At that moment, the string of words also crumpled together and took on a shape, smoothly transforming and reorganizing into a cluster of lines. Those strokes alone were not enough, however, and another passage of text promptly appeared:
"Being able to see this interface proves that you have absorbed the knowledge Grandfather left behind and mastered the talent your Mother left for you. Of course, you must have worked very hard as well.
"Thank you for your efforts. Being able to 'meet' this way is me, Luo Zhongheng, your incompetent father."
The text continued to appear, then constantly broke apart and crumpled into the earlier line structure. When the final two words, "father," merged into it, another chibi figure had appeared in the corner