Before long.
Shanghai.
Park.
Tang Qing appeared in the office. Aside from cultivation, he usually didn't stay inside for too long. Comparatively, Earth feels somewhat better.
Mainly because there's more vitality.
On the chair.
With eyes half-closed.
Not far away.
An aircraft is projected in mid-air, rotating 360 degrees, occasionally enlarging, shrinking, breaking down into parts, or replacing with new parts.
At this moment.
When it comes to design, Tang Qing no longer needs to sketch on paper. Usually, when alone, he employs a consciousness-controlled design method.
Structure.
Appearance.
Color.
Size.
...
All sorts of parameter adjustments require only a slight mental effort. In fact, for the average person, using such devices precisely is impossible.
Mainly because brainwaves are quite vague and weak.
Sometimes.
