When Luo Di wrote down the detailed process of dungeon exploration with a pen,
not only the notebook in his hand, but the entire conference room, and even the corridor outside, half of the teaching building seemed to have aged a hundred years.
The words were writhing, wandering.
Some smells, sounds, and even darkness that could be captured by the senses were oozing out.
Finally, the creation was completed, and even Luo Di himself was covered in sweat.
"Teacher Guo...it's done! I'll leave the rest to you."
"Okay!"
At this moment, Teacher Guo's face completely twisted, different from the usual rotating facial features, this was a deeper vortex state.
The entire face sunk in like a vortex abyss.
This kind of face was indescribable even to Black-eyed Morton, as if there was no consciousness inside, unfathomable, and looking more may drag you in.
With this posture, Teacher Guo began to read, holding a pen, translating synchronously.
