If Lin Bu were to come back to life again and see his breathtakingly precise operations, I would probably have some new insights.

Time flies and one day passes before you know it.

Chen Feng looked at the terrifyingly large text document with a total of 580,000 words and 621 programmed 3D pictures. He felt extremely accomplished, as if he had torn apart dozens of eight-legged beetles with his hands.

Calculated, he wrote an average of 24,166 words per hour, which was also interspersed with more than 600 drawings and illustrations. The work intensity was astonishingly high.

Chen Feng took a long breath, wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, and sighed, "It's so tiring. It's more tiring than killing more than a thousand eight-legged beetles."

But he reacted immediately.

Huh?

Did you agree to give yourself a chance to hang up and take a rest?

Chen Feng looked up at the sun that was gradually setting on the horizon outside, and fell into inexplicable deep thought.

He eventually came to a depressing conclusion.

He clapped his hands.

Why are you so mean?

With a slip of your hand, how did you come up with so many words?

If you don't write online articles, your talents will be wasted.

Chen Feng sighed, maybe I'm a bitch and don't give myself a holiday even if I can.

Forget it, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief and have a rest.

Chen Feng stretched and put on his headphones to listen to two songs to relax.

His eyes glanced across the monitor screen.

emmm…

A little stiff.

It is customary to write everything in Chinese.

How to fix it?
Chapter completed!