Xie Zhiyao felt suffocated, as if there were invisible large hands gently squeezing her neck, making it hard for her to breathe.
Whenever Qian Sisi sat in front of the computer and faced such a complex computing problem, she seemed like a different person.
The inconspicuous little girl in daily life disappeared, replaced by a calm, composed master whose eyes were filled with intelligent brilliance, who thought flexibly and acted swiftly.
She stared at the computer screen without blinking, and her hands became incredibly nimble, dancing on the keyboard as elegantly as playing the piano. The dizzyingly complex characters became her source of joy, and just her gaze towards them could make you feel Qian Sisi's love for them.
It was this love that allowed her to roam and create freely in that world.
Two minutes later, Qian Sisi closed those complicated characters and restarted the computer.
"How is it?" Xue Shaoguang asked leisurely.
