On Nan Zhubin's computer screen, one character after another continuously appeared and connected into sentences, then disappeared line by line, like a waterfall curtain refreshing in large swathes.
Mo Kai struggled to notice—his reading speed didn't seem to match his senior's typing speed!
He knew Nan Zhubin had a great memory and was extremely detailed in compiling verbatim case transcripts.
But didn't his senior need to take short naps after typing for a while? Like taking a break to cool off after mental exertion, there used to be intermissions!
Now, why isn't there a pause?
And it's getting faster!
Mo Kai instinctively ran his brain at full capacity, desperately trying to keep up with Nan Zhubin's output on the computer.
But after a while, he finally couldn't help but speak: "Senior... slow down a bit, slow down, I'm a little..."
"Can't handle this speed?" Nan Zhubin suddenly replied.
The master's junior sister at the front desk immediately turned her head at the noise.
