Lin Zhiquin wrote with intense focus and dedication. Each time he put pen to paper, he would pause for a long while, carefully considering his words. This was because he never had the habit of making corrections.
He had been writing in this notebook for about three months, starting with basic, rudimentary things. Initially, it was just for teaching and guidance. As he progressed, he delved into core, profound concepts: his comprehension and understanding of Martial Arts, and his speculations and outlook on higher levels. In his notes, Lin Zhiquin analyzed himself unflinchingly, almost baring his "self" in its entirety, revealing it completely.
BEEP BEEP—
A faint sound echoed near his ear. Lin Zhiquin's ears twitched, and he lifted his head alertly, like a cat. Only when he saw a robot nurse pushing a trolley past the end of the corridor, tens of meters away, did he relax slightly.
