Chapter 53: Sense of Relaxation

"Clack-clack-clack—"

The sound of mechanical keyboard keystrokes rang out continuously as lines of text appeared on the screen.

【Typing Speed: 135 WPM】

Tang Song let out a long sigh of relief, his eyes gleaming with excited surprise.

He had specifically practiced his typing speed, but his previous record for full Pinyin was 106 WPM.

The higher you go, the harder it becomes to improve; often, the command is issued in the mind, but the hands cannot keep up, and any attempt to go faster results in errors.

The changes brought by [God's Hand Cream] were even greater than he had imagined.

His dexterity, coordination, and precision had reached an extremely high level, no different from those of professional surgeons.

With such excellent hands, even learning musical instruments, painting, pen spinning, or finger tutting would yield twice the result with half the effort!

After admiring himself for a while, Tang Song carefully trimmed his nails before satisfyingly beginning his routine of fitness, fat loss, and posture correction.

He packed his things and slung his empty backpack over his shoulder.

Grabbing his blade-shaped BMW key, he jogged downstairs.

In the parking space, an all-black BMW 330i stood out prominently.

The clean, transparent windows reflected the snow-white clouds and the azure sky, complementing the car emblem perfectly.

As he gripped the smooth door handle, the lights flashed, and the vehicle unlocked.

Sitting inside, the engine roared to life with a "rumble."

His fair, slender hands gripped the black steering wheel, contrasting with the dark-toned interior.

From his perspective, the intense contrast and framing provided a powerful visual impact.

Tang Song couldn't help but marvel again: *So cool!*

If the skin on his face were as good as his hands, he would truly be a top-tier handsome guy.

Then, a thought struck him.

If he filmed this as a video, the visual appeal and viral potential would be much higher than a simple transformation update!

He pulled out his phone, opened the camera, and recorded a short video of about ten seconds.

After reviewing it several times, he adjusted the angle and exposure and filmed it again.

This time the contrast was stronger and the visual effect was better, but it was still missing something.

"Got it!" Tang Song clapped his hands.

He opened his phone, searched for music, and finally chose the popular song "Right Now" from *QQ Speed*.

Connecting via Bluetooth to the car's system, he hit play.

Adjusting the angle, he began recording.

The sixteen high-quality Harman Kardon speakers erupted with rhythmic, dynamic music.

Tang Song held the three-spoke steering wheel with his left hand, his fingers dancing lightly to the beat of the music.

He stopped recording and paused the music.

He played the video.

Sunlight filtered through the clouds, bathing half of his hand in light, making it appear even fairer and more lustrous.

The high-tech digital instrument cluster, the Head-Up Display, his well-defined "manga hands," the exquisite interior, the black steering wheel, the BMW logo, and the rhythmic music.

"Perfect!" Tang Song whispered.

Currently, his physique could only be described as well-proportioned, and his hair and skin weren't great either; the only thing he could truly show off was these hands.

Paired with the interior of his brand-new BMW 330i M Sport, the aesthetic was fantastic—a guaranteed tool for gaining followers.

He opened the Xiaohongshu app, but just as he was about to upload the video, he stopped.

On this platform, through his "listening to advice" transformation series, he had accumulated 1,074 followers, making him a standard "growth-type" blogger.

His original intention was to let his physical charm grow under the supervision of netizens.

If he suddenly switched to videos characterized by showing off wealth and coolness, it would go against his original purpose.

Furthermore, Xiaohongshu and Douyin were two completely different platforms.

Xiaohongshu placed more importance on content stickiness and word-of-mouth, making it extremely difficult to acquire followers.

Douyin, however, catered more to the fast-paced lifestyle of modern people, and this kind of video would more easily capture users' attention.

Consequently, his response on Douyin had been mediocre, with only 110 followers so far.

After thinking for a moment, Tang Song finally made up his mind.

He would operate the two platforms separately.

Xiaohongshu would focus on self-improvement and communicating with netizens, while Douyin would be responsible for showcasing results and attracting followers.

Then, Tang Song uploaded the 20-second short video to Douyin.

Caption: The joy of listening to music while holding the steering wheel.

Hashtags: #OneHandOnTheWheel, #BMW330i, #MangaHands, #MensDream, #POV.

Next, he deleted his three previous transformation videos to maintain the consistency of the account's content.

Having finished this, Tang Song stepped on the brake, shifted into Drive, and drove toward the exit.

Whether it was psychological or not, he felt as though many passersby were casting glances his way.

...

Stepping into the 20th floor of the Linjin Building once again.

The familiar hallway, the familiar company entrance, the familiar floor, the familiar clock-in machine, the familiar reception backdrop...

Yet, Tang Song felt a completely different mindset, as if he were viewing it from a third-party perspective rather than as a member of the company.

"Good morning, Yu Ying," Tang Song said with a smile to the receptionist after clocking in.

Du Yu Ying froze for a moment before quickly replying, "Morning."

This was the first time Tang Song had proactively greeted her, and his expression was so bright that she couldn't react immediately.

Watching his retreating back, Du Yu Ying blinked. *How did I not notice before that this guy from the tech department is actually quite handsome?*

Standing over 1.8 meters tall, with a well-proportioned build, regular features, an upright posture, and a knit cardigan paired with a white T-shirt.

He wasn't much inferior to Du Shaokai.

Crucially, he possessed a sense of "relaxed vibes," a quintessential "atmospheric" handsome guy.

Du Yu Ying pulled out her phone, wondering if she should proactively add him on WeChat.

After hesitating for a moment, she gave up. If he ever had a package delivered, he would eventually reach out to her.

As a little beauty, she had to maintain her reserve!

"Good morning, Brother Zhang."

"Morning, Old Zhao!"

"Morning."

...

Along the way, Tang Song proactively greeted every colleague he encountered.

Many people instinctively turned back to look, feeling that Little Tang from the tech department was somehow different.

"Brother Song, catch," colleague Zhao Yue tossed him a bag of crab-roe broad beans, saying concernedly, "I know you must be eating fat-loss meals in the morning, so have some to satisfy your cravings."

Tang Song gripped the beans, opened the package, and popped one into his mouth. It was crunchy and carried a rich aroma.

He smiled at Zhao Yue. "Very nice."

Looking at Tang Song's warm smile and his fair, slender hands, Zhao Yue's gaze drifted, and her heart actually skipped a beat.

*Turns out, Brother Song isn't bad at all after losing weight!*

His style, hair, and temperament had undergone a world of difference.

A high bridge on his nose, thin but well-defined lips, large eyes, and standard eyebrows.

Especially those hands—so beautiful!

Her face flushed. She picked up an orange from her seat and gently placed it on Tang Song's desk.

Stealing a glance at his hands, she said, "Brother Song, these jelly oranges are delicious, give them a try."

"Thanks, beautiful." Tang Song reached into his drawer, pulled out a thick, dark beef sausage, and handed it over. "Try this. It's 27% protein, low calorie, low salt, low sugar, and high protein. The taste is good too."

"Alright! Thanks for the treat, Brother Song!" Zhao Yue made a heart gesture toward him and hurried back to her workstation.

Tang Song withdrew his gaze and shook his head with a smile.

Strictly speaking, there was no grudge between them, and their relationship had always been fine.

Although Zhao Yue's "fishing" behavior (playing multiple men) was unpleasant, it wasn't excessively overboard; at least she hadn't asked him for gifts or red envelopes, only asking him to help fix bugs.

Now that he was about to resign, he naturally wouldn't bother bickering with a young girl.

(End of Chapter)