C472 Ships Full of Clear Dreams and Pressuring Galaxies 60

"My name is not Bai Que," Qingchen turned his head, the tip of his pen was spinning in the girl's hand, "Is that right?"

Tu Youyou turned her hand over and saw two tall and thin words — Bai Que.

She nodded and beamed.

Qingchen pointed and the brush turned into specks of stardust, "Now can you talk about how to pass?"

"Of course," Tu Youyou giggled. "It's very simple, just chat with me