"In four years, I will certainly write a report."
"Post it on the trading platform of the Wandering Bar."
"Let's call it 'Full Guide to the New Students' Competition at First University (Warning to Future Juniors!)'... Then, if we spill all the messy affairs of the school, we're sure to make a fortune."
While mumbling, Zheng Qing picked up the black feathered pen floating beside him and smoothly signed his name at the end of the parchment scroll.
A streak of golden-red flame flowed from the pen tip, etching a dark brown mark on the parchment.
After signing his name, a clear light shone on the parchment and made Thomas's face exceptionally luminous.
"That's a good idea, but I don't recommend you do it." The young teaching assistant stuffed the parchment contract under Xiao Xiao's nose, turned to Zheng Qing, and added in a teasing manner: "Typically, the ideas you come up with are quite silly... and the school is not as foolish as you imagine it to be."
