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"This one..." Mir Han opened a portfolio in his hands, then suddenly stopped speaking, neither putting it down nor continuing to read, as if he had become entranced by the portfolio he was holding.

"This... what on earth is going on? Could it be he's seen something I wrote?! Oh! Lord! I couldn't have written anything that would entrance him like that!"

"Could it be Mir Han has remembered something? Or... some weird commentary?! Anyway, his expression is too strange!"

"I'm really curious about what he saw! I want to see too! Hurry and read it out loud! It might even be mine!"

"..."

A group of women, who had been waiting as eagerly as if they were waiting for stars and moons, all craned their necks, longing for their last hope to fall on them.

"Oh! It must be something I wrote! My artistic talent is just so outstanding! What can I do?! Who'd have thought I was naturally a superior person?! Unlike some inferior ones!" Vincent said shamelessly.