Completely ignoring 007, Xiao Wu asked, "Sister, although Brother 007’s brain isn’t working well right now, he’s actually right. If ordinary people discover this, there will be big trouble."

Bi Xia thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Xiao Wu, is there a way to do this?"

"What?"

"I mean a way where only people who use a special method can see, and ordinary people can’t see anything at all."

Listening to Bi Xia’s inquiry, Xiao Wu rubbed his chin, eyes brightening. "There is! You just need to use your spiritual power."

"What do you mean?" Bi Xia asked.

"He means that you have to use spiritual power when you write; otherwise, everything is in vain," 007 chimed in, seeing how Bi Xia completely ignored him.

Bi Xia: ...

Taking a deep breath, she thought, forget it, magnanimous people don’t hold grudges against petty ones. "So, how do I write it?"

"You don’t even know this, idiot!" 007, perhaps having a bad day, snapped right back at Bi Xia’s question, but regretted it the moment he finished speaking.

As expected, seeing the gentle-smiling boy on the screen, 007 inhaled sharply and suddenly squatted down, clutching his head. "Ow, ow, what’s happening? My head hurts. Is a virus getting in? It hurts, it hurts~~~"

Saying this, he looked at Bi Xia and Xiao Wu. "I need to adjust myself. You guys carry on, don’t mind me, goodbye." As soon as he finished speaking, a string of data emerged from 007, and the formatted little guy vanished with a smile, leaving a string of data rapidly diving into the electronic screen that 007 often used.

Xiao Wu: ...

With a helpless sigh, "Sister, let’s ignore him and continue."

"Actually, this method is quite simple," Xiao Wu said. "You just need to transfer your spiritual power onto the pen. Any words you write will remain invisible, but you can still see them while writing. However, once you finish writing and withdraw the spiritual power, all the words will disappear until spiritual power is inputted again."

Bi Xia nodded. "This is great, it’s safe. So can I choose a fixed viewer?"

"Yes, but it requires their spiritual power input and your consent," Xiao Wu replied.

Listening to Xiao Wu’s words, Bi Xia smirked. Never thought this spiritual power was like high-tech, so advanced. In the old days, martial arts secrets were considered treasures, guarded against others, causing countless battles. But now, I’m the boss of my own writings, deciding who sees them. If I don’t want someone to, no matter how much they shout, it won’t work!

"Sister," Xiao Wu called out. "Although this method is good, some people over there have already deciphered this protection measure, so I think it’s best not to write if you can avoid it."

Bi Xia paused, twirling the black pen at her fingertips, her starry eyes half-closed. After a moment, she shrugged, "Alright, our Xiao Wu convinced me. I won’t write," saying this, she tossed the notebook onto the sofa, "So I’ll have to demonstrate in person, but... we’ll wait until Fourth Brother leaves. No time now~ ┓(?′?`?)┏"

Xiao Wu: ...

Bi Xia pulled the corner of her mouth into an innocent smile, and just as she was about to get up and put away the notebook, she suddenly felt a warmth in her lower body. Bi Xia froze entirely, obediently sitting back down on the sofa, resting her chin on a pillow listlessly. Ah, periods are so inconvenient, especially when you’re outside. If someone suddenly comes now...

Knock knock knock——

Suddenly, knocking sounded, followed by an energetic voice, "Little Jiu’er~~~ Open the door~~"

Bi Xia paused slightly, turning abruptly. Damn, since when has her prediction been so accurate? Has she been blessed or something?!