The car drove steadily back to Yunqiao Village.
As they got out of the car, Qin Yun and He Kuang were still encouraging each other:
"With my typing speed, I can finish 4,000 words in one hour without experiencing writer's block! I'll take a quick battle shower and then dive straight into work!"
He Kuang was equally confident: "Then I'll book a 4000-word room first and wait for you."
Filled with enthusiasm, they sat down after their showers, but fatigue soon swept over them.
Moreover, the night in Yunqiao Village was extraordinarily quiet; his wife and children were exhausted and had gone to sleep, making their gentle breathing even more pronounced in the silence.
Morning would come all too soon...
Qin Yun yawned, trying to write a detailed outline, but his hands lingered idly over the keyboard for a while, his mind utterly blank.
He sat there, slumping over, tempted to pull out his phone to scroll through TikTok or start a game.
