Zhao Hai was thinking about his own matters. Although he had been busy carving slates for the past few months, he had not neglected his classes at all. He had learned most of what he needed to learn in the college. The rest was to accumulate. Previously, he had less time to read because he had to carve slates. He planned to spend more time reading in the future. When he was almost done reading, he could leave the calligraphy Department.
Now, the book and pen in Zhao Hai's interspace had become more powerful. However, Zhao Hai couldn't use them yet. He didn't know what was going on, but he wasn't in a hurry. The book and pen had entered the interspace, so they would definitely be of use to him in the future. As for what they were used for, he would find out later.
