Chapter 54: Chapter 53 Relaxation Feeling Chapter 54: Chapter 53 Relaxation Feeling “Da-da-da—”
The clacking of a chanical keyboard echoed as lines of text appeared on the screen.
[Typing Speed: 135 words/min]
Tang Song let out a long sigh, his eyes filled with excited surprise.
His typing speed had been specially trained, but his previous full-speed record was 106 words per minute.
The higher you go, the harder it is to improve. Often his brain could send the command, but his hands couldn’t keep up; any faster and errors would occur.
[Attractive Man’s Hand Cream] brought about a greater change than he had imagined.
Flexibility, coordination, and precision reached an extrely high level, no worse than those professional surgeons.
With such excellent hands, even if he were to learn musical instrunts, painting, pen spinning, or string tricks, he would be twice as effective!
After admiring himself for a good while, Tang Song carefully trimd his nails before he satisfactorily began working on fitness, fat reduction, and posture correction.
He packed his things and slung his empty backpack over his shoulders.
He snatched up the blade-shaped BMW car key and jogged downstairs.
In the parking spot, the all-black BMW 330i was particularly eye-catching.
The clean and clear car windows reflected the snowy clouds and azure sky, complenting the emblem superbly.
He grasped the smooth door handle; the headlights flickered, the vehicle unlocked.
Seated in the car, he ignited the “rumbling” engine.
His fair and slender hands took hold of the black steering wheel, matching the dark-toned interior.
From his perspective, the strong contrast and enhancent had a powerful impact.
Tang Song couldn’t help feeling impressed once more, so handso!
If only the skin on his face were as good as his hands, he’d truly be an absolute stunner.
Right then, Tang Song had an idea.
If he turned this into a video, the visual appeal and viral effect would probably be much better!
He took out his phone, opened the cara function, and recorded a short video, about a dozen seconds long.
After previewing it a few tis, he adjusted the angle and exposure and shot it again.
This ti the contrast was stronger, and the visual effect was better, but sothing was still missing.
“Got it!” Tang Song clapped his hands.
He flicked on his phone, browsed through the music, and finally picked a popular QQ Speed song, “Right Now.”
He connected it to the car’s system through Bluetooth and hit play.
He adjusted the angle and started recording.
The 16 Harman/Kardon high-quality speakers erupted with lively music.
Tang Song’s left hand clutched the three-spoke steering wheel, fingers lightly dancing to the beats of the music.
He stopped recording and paused the music.
He played the video.
The sunlight filtered through the clouds, casting half his hand in light, making it appear even fairer and more lustrous.
The tech-filled LCD dashboard, head-up display, well-defined comical hands, exquisite interior, black steering wheel, BMW logo, and the rhythmic music all ca together.
“Perfect!” Tang Song exhaled softly.
His physique could only be described as even at the mont, and his hair quality and skin were not great, but these hands were his standout feature.
Paired with the brand-new interior of the BMW 330i Night Edition, the visual appeal was amazing, an absolute fan magnet.
He opened the Little Red Book app, ready to upload the video, but then Tang Song hesitated.
On this platform, by heeding advice and transforming himself, he had already accumulated 1074 followers, a standard cultivation-type blogger.
His original intention was also to let his charm and appearance improve under the supervision of netizens.
If he suddenly switched to flaunting wealth and coolness in videos, it would go against his initial purpose.
Moreover, Little Red Book and Douyin are two completely different platforms.
Little Red Book values content stickiness and word-of-mouth spreading, and acquiring followers is extrely difficult.
Douyin, on the other hand, caters to the fast-paced life of modern people; this type of video is also more likely to catch users’ attention.
Thus, his videos on Douyin had a very ordinary response, and up to now, he only had 110 followers.
After so contemplation, Tang Song finally made up his mind.
He would operate the two platforms separately.
Little Red Book would focus on self-improvent and communication with netizens, while TikTok would be responsible for showcasing achievents and attracting followers.
Then, Tang Song uploaded the 20-second short video to TikTok.
Description: The joy of holding the steering wheel and listening to music
Topics: #OneHandSteeringWheel, #BMW330i, #ComicHand, #BoysDream, #FirstPersonView
Afterwards, he deleted the three previous transformation videos to maintain consistency in his account content.
Having done this, Tang Song pressed the brake, shifted into drive, and headed towards the exit.
Sohow, he could always feel quite a few glances from passersby, probably just his imagination at work.
…
Stepping onto the 20th floor of the Linjin Building once again.
He recognized the familiar hallway, the familiar office door, the familiar floors, the familiar ti clock, the familiar reception backdrop wall…
Yet Tang Song experienced a completely different mindset, like observing from a third-person perspective, rather than as a mber of the company.
“Good morning, Yuying,” Tang Song said with a smile after clocking in and greeting the receptionist.
Du Yuying paused, then quickly replied, “Morning.”
This was the first ti Tang Song had ever greeted her proactively, and with such a bright expression, it took her a mont to respond.
Watching him walk away, Du Yuying blinked. Why hadn’t she noticed before that this male colleague from the tech departnt was quite handso?
Over six feet tall, well-proportioned, with handso features and a tall posture, he wore a knit cardigan with a white T-shirt underneath.
Even compared to Du Shaokai, he was not far behind.
Most importantly, there was a relaxed air about him, a definite casual allure.
Du Yuying took out her phone, pondering whether to take the initiative to add his WeChat.
After a mont’s hesitation, she gave up the idea. She could help deliver his parcels later, and through interacting, he was sure to add her eventually.
As a pretty girl, she needed to maintain so propriety!
“Good morning, Brother Zhang.”
“Morning, Zhao!”
“Morning.”
…
Along the way, Tang Song proactively greeted each colleague he encountered.
Many would unconsciously glance back at him, feeling that little Tang from the tech departnt seed a bit different.
“Here, Brother Song,” colleague Zhao Yue tossed him a pack of crab roe-flavored fava beans, caring of him, “I know you must have had a fat-reducing breakfast; have these to satisfy your cravings.”
Tang Song held the fava beans in hand, opened the package, and tried one. The “crunch, crunch” was crisp and carried a rich fragrance.
He smiled at Zhao Yue, “Very nice.”
Watching Tang Song’s warm smile and slender, fair hands, Zhao Yue’s gaze beca dreamy for a mont, and her heart rate even quickened.
Turns out, Brother Song looked pretty good after losing weight!
His outfits, hairstyle, and deanor had changed completely from before.
A high nose bridge, thin, well-defined lips, big eyes, and perfect eyebrows.
Especially those hands, so beautiful!
Her cheeks flushing, she took an orange from her seat and gently set it on Tang Song’s desk.
Stealthily admiring his hands, she said, “Brother Song, this jelly orange is really tasty; you should try it.”
“Thanks, beautiful,” Tang Song casually pulled out a thick black beef sausage from his drawer and handed it over, “Try this. It contains 27% protein, low carb, low salt, low sugar, and high protein; it tastes good, too.”
“Okay, thanks for the treat, Brother Song!” Zhao Yue made a heart gesture at him and quickly returned to her desk.
Tang Song withdrew his gaze and shook his head with a smile.
Strictly speaking, there was no actual grievance between them, and their relationship had always been fine.
Although Zhao Yue’s fish-raising habit was unpleasant, it couldn’t be considered too excessive, at least she had never asked him for gifts or red envelopes. At most, she had asked him to help fix a bug.
Now that he was about to resign, he naturally wouldn’t hold a grudge against a young woman for such matters.
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