"Brother Ye, I am just about to report to the East China Academy of Fine Arts. I happened to come to Songhu and I bought all the high-speed rail tickets."

"Really? I would have known that I would have sent a special plane to pick you up."

Zhong Yue was speechless, the special plane... He is not a head of state, does he need such a big show?

"No, I'll be here in two days."

"Okay, when the time comes to the train station, remember to call me and I'll pick you up."

"good."

After eating the sweet potatoes, Zhong Yue hung up the phone, got up and picked up the pen.

Huanghuali paper suppresses pressure.

The pen is like a dragon and a snake.

The momentum is like the Milky Way leaking from the nine heavens.

The big hair flips up and down, and the ink rhyme spreads fearlessly among the paper.

Zhong Yue had never written such a large size, and a whole four-foot large pride was covered with for him to vent his will.

Five big words are vividly revealed on the paper.
Chapter completed!