However, Bi Maokang had a certain understanding of why that young man was so confident.

A cloud passed across the sky, and the sun began to shine on the earth again.

The warm sunlight shines on his body through the glass, giving him a layer of charm.

This feeling was so wonderful that Bi Maokang felt ethereal and transcendent.

While the soul was calming down, dust was flying on the playground outside. A group of children lined up neatly, ran in from a distance, and circled the playground in circles, with cheerful footsteps.

Among the children, there are boys and girls, and they are full of energy, just like the resurrection of all things in early spring.

A young man ran with the children with a whistle in his mouth.

When he blew the whistle, the children ran and recited.

The voiceless sound of the young phoenix soared straight into the sky, announcing that the ancient and profound earth now had a completely different kind of power.

[The red sun rises, and its path shines brightly. The river emerges from the undercurrent, and the vast ocean flows... Therefore, the responsibility today does not belong to others, but all to my young man... How beautiful, my young Chinese, and the sky are not old; how strong, my young Chinese,

No borders with the country!]

Listening to the clear declarations of the young people and looking at the new and exciting scene, Bi Maokang trembled all over.

There was a voice deep inside that kept telling him...
Chapter completed!