"Perform... what can I perform, An Sheng? Do you want to see a fox's tiny paws bloom?"
The little fox looked puzzled, gazing at Bai Tao, not quite understanding what his political science teacher was talking about.
"That's it!"
Bai Tao took out his phone, eyes full of anticipation as he looked at the little fox, opened his phone's memo, and said, "Specialized spirit beasts are very rare, and those like Master Fox who know how to read and write are even rarer."
"If Master Fox truly understands dictation, we can start 'The Manifesto' tomorrow."
Bai Tao's eyes sparkled as he looked at Master Fox, who, although not very large, possessed extraordinary wisdom and had clearly adapted to human society.
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Ansheng looked at the phone screen and then at Bai Tao, who was full of nonsense, and slowly typed out a question mark.
No, teaching this little fox was already an excessive thing.
What's this about? You want me to read 'The Manifesto'? Do we red foxes really need to learn that?
