On this not-so-large piece of paper, with just a few brief strokes, a grand worldview was sketched out, vividly portraying the stories on this vast land.
Qin Lianqi held the paper in his hands and looked at it carefully; it was written in pencil, and although it was only a small part, it was enough to see the author's meticulous thoughts and flair for writing.
Such a work was naturally not something that a little kid like Su Zhishu could write.
After pondering for a moment, Qin Lianqi called over Su Zhishu, who was reading below the podium, "Su Zhishu, come here."
"Ah? Me?" Su Zhishu stood up, hurried to Qin Lianqi's front, and asked, "What's wrong, Teacher Qin?"
"I found this in your homework book," Qin Lianqi lifted the sheet of paper. The other kids wanted to rush forward to see what was written but, with just a calm look from the young man, they obediently sat back down. Qin Lianqi continued to ask, "Is this... your sister's?"
