November 2nd, Saturday.
Six thirty in the morning.
Lin Li was doing his daily body training in the community park.
Usually, he wakes up just after four, but today he thought of rewarding himself by getting up at five, yet between four and four thirty, he woke up several times, each time feeling like he had slept for a long time.
Lin Li felt like he was gradually turning into a piece of toast—he would jump up immediately upon hearing a ding.
Those people who never seem to wake from their slumber, Lin Li decided to call them dead dough buns.
"Whew—"
Having completed today's portion of body training, Lin Li let out a long breath.
But then lightly clicked his tongue.
This task has neither specific indicators nor a progress bar, which is quite troublesome.
There are only about thirty days left until the task is due, but Lin Li still doesn't know how to reach perfection in this practice.
