As they spoke, ten seconds passed, and Zhao Xinglong took out a palm-sized black box and tossed it to Su Jie.
"This is yours by right," he said.
A look of satisfaction filled the bottom of Zhao Xinglong's eyes. "Being able to react under such circumstances is no easy feat."
"At least at your stage, I couldn't do it," he added.
"Therefore, you've succeeded."
"However, though the supplies are given to you, whether you can keep them in this game is another matter," he continued.
Broken holes were repaired, and collapsed buildings were reconstructed; all five returned to the living room.
"Then we will take our leave, Teacher Zhao," Su Jie said.
"Wish you all the best," Zhao Xinglong waved goodbye.
"Oh, Teacher Zhao, there is something I'd like to ask," Su Jie quickly added, having thought of something.
"I'm not one to work overtime, but you're quite to my taste," Zhao Xinglong gestured for Su Jie to ask, "so go ahead."
