"This, it's not easy to learn!"
"We'll learn it slowly, no need to rush."
Though they said they'd learn slowly, the phonograph knew it wasn't a place you could come to as you wished; every time Li Banfeng went in or out, he faced considerable risk.
"Husband, why don't you ask our lazy pen to copy all these books? Little Servant can take them home and learn slowly."
Li Banfeng glanced at the thickness of the manual, then at the number of words per page, and shook his head: "If we let him copy it, who knows when we'd pay back such a cost, let's just take the manual with us!"
"Would that work? You wouldn't have a good explanation outside, husband."
Li Banfeng looked outside the window; the agents in the Dark Matter Research Room were still sound asleep.
"No worries, I'll find someone else to explain it for me."
The phonograph was puzzled: "Beloved husband, is there someone who can explain this matter?"
