No matter how confused and doubtful He Donglou was, after that private conversation in the Sunlight Room at the He Family Old Residence, he still accepted his role as a "tool" and fulfilled his function as a "voice recorder."
Thanks to everyone's unspoken tacit understanding, the relevant intelligence was soon relayed back through Paper Cut.
After several rounds of relaying, some confusion and disorder were inevitable. Ronan and Zhang Yingying could understand that—most likely, the information He Donglou had received was already like this.
What was more, the frankness of it all exceeded imagination.
"How contradictory." Zhang Yingying offered her assessment. "Isn't this script a little too rough?"
But she quickly added a relatively fair qualification. "Some of it should be scripted, some improvised on the spot, and some was simply a botched performance... What do you think, Little Boss?"
The "little" she meant was relative to someone as "big" as Li Wei, originating from the He family's scripted lines.
Ronan caught that word as well and casually replied, "Oh, they underestimated me."
At that moment, the virtual Work Area before Ronan was in split-screen mode. A teaching animation played on the left, with matching exercises on the right.
As the lessons progressed further, the exercises gradually became more difficult. The questions generated by the question bank had begun to contain a large amount of Tian Yuan Civilization common language.
Since it followed the same pictographic script lineage as Ronan's native language, some of the characters and meanings were quite misleading. Even with the Cheat Device-like "I" secret symbol and its automatic parsing ability, correctly understanding the questions and grasping their meanings remained very difficult. With his attention divided by his conversation with Zhang Yingying, his wording inevitably had gaps.
Zhang Yingying misunderstood him. "Haha. You're that sensitive?"
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