"Of course not," Qing Chen explained, "When a question is posed, the answer is actually already written in the sands of time."
He sat at the back of the lecture hall, silently watching the screens play at sixteen times speed.
Morning stretched into noon, noon turned into dusk, and dusk dragged on until midnight.
At that moment, Lu Yuan and the others suddenly noticed blood dripping from Qing Chen's nose.
The Kunlun members truly understood how hard Qing Chen was pushing himself. Even just fast-forwarding through a single video would make them see stars, let alone doing what Qing Chen did and watching dozens of them.
Lu Yuan handed a napkin over in silence.
Qing Chen merely wiped away the blood with no intention of stopping.
In the next moment, Qing Chen stood up and shouted, "Rewind videos 131, 137, 141, 147 to 30 minutes ago and play them slowly!"
