"I see."
"Uh, no, bro, you don't think I'm collecting protection money, do you?"
The next morning, Tan Wenbin didn't wait for Li Zhiyuan, he skipped breakfast and hurriedly cycled to the print shop outside the school gates, and after some haggling with the shop owner, confirmed the printing price.
After the first batch was bound into books, he returned to the school just as the morning self-study ended, so he didn't actually skip class.
Once in the classroom, he didn't rush to distribute them, but placed the booklets under his feet. While the teacher wasn't looking, he opened one of the booklets and slipped a talisman paper inside.
Li Zhiyuan recognized the talisman paper—it was his own work.
It was supposed to detect certain effects but was otherwise useless. At first, he thought he had drawn them poorly, so he practiced drawing quite a few of them.
