In the warehouse.
On that small screen, a red peony was blooming.
The enamel teacup in Professor Liu's hand shattered into pieces on the floor.
The teachers behind him were all dumbfounded.
The color drained from Chen Zhiyuan's face.
He leaned against the wall as if his bones had been removed.
"Colorful..."
"It's truly colorful!"
In the crowd, someone exclaimed.
The entire warehouse instantly burst into chaos.
Professor Liu suddenly regained his senses.
He staggered to the workbench, propping his hands on the table, glaring at the screen.
His eyes seemed to want to see through it.
"Successful... truly successful..."
He muttered to himself, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
He suddenly grasped Jiang Zhou's shoulder.
"Child! How did you do it? This chroma signal processing... and this focus..."
Jiang Zhou didn't reply.
His gaze went past Professor Liu and landed on Gu Lan.
Gu Lan was also looking at him.
