Chapter 316: 312 Sleep Aid

Seeing Huang Zhengdao's face full of immortal aura, even if his leader was black-hearted, she could no longer turn a blind eye to it, and directly told Huang Zhengdao that he could take a day off tomorrow, Friday, provided that he handed over his work properly.

Huang Zhengdao complained internally, but on the surface, he could only pretend to be moved and express his gratitude, then he turned around and directly transferred all the work on his hands to that new colleague.

Looking at the new colleague's nearly dazed face, Huang Zhengdao smiled kindly, patted the other person on the shoulder, and said: "Last time the leader praised you for learning quickly and being able to work independently, and you humbly accepted it. I'm not feeling well, so I'm taking a day off tomorrow. The leader said that all my work for tomorrow should be handed over to you to complete. She... believes in you."

The other person's gradually panicked eyes made Huang Zhengdao feel very gratified and satisfied, and his terrible mental state was even eased a little because of this.

Let this stinky idiot who pretends to be motivated but doesn't know how to learn have a headache by himself. If any mess happens, you will be responsible for it yourself. After all, in the leader's eyes, you are an employee who has already shed the status of a newcomer and is capable of handling the position.

For the rest of the day, Huang Zhengdao could see the new colleague's figure, who was positive and motivated but also worried, which reminded him of how he spent a week previewing and reviewing the entire semester's courses before taking exams when he was in college.

Of course, the two are still different. If you fail an exam, you can retake it, but if the stinky idiot has problems with his work, he might not be able to bear the consequences himself.

Today, Huang Zhengdao did not work overtime, and he returned home after finishing his dinner outside in a good mood.

He had been suffering from severe insomnia these past few days, and his sleep quality was poor. He had a few drinks outside and was slightly tipsy at the moment; falling asleep with this bit of drunkenness would not put too much burden on his body.

As soon as he returned home, Huang Zhengdao climbed onto the bed regardless of everything.

He didn't take a shower, didn't do chores, his phone was set to silent, and he wouldn't hear it even if someone called for work. He didn't want to care about anything anymore, fell asleep in a daze, and soon his snoring was thunderous...

Huang Zhengdao had a dream, dreaming of his future leisurely and prosperous life, with a gentle and considerate wife, sensible and well-behaved children, and a family of four living in harmony.

Until one day in the dream, the doorbell rang suddenly. Huang Zhengdao was curious about who rang the doorbell, but his wife and children seemed to have known it long ago, and smiled eerily: "Didn't your best friend say he was coming to visit you today?"

Afterwards, his wife and children asked him to open the door. Huang Zhengdao felt a little creeped out, but he went to open the door anyway.

As soon as the door opened, Huang Zhengdao saw Ji Jian, who was unrecognizable and covered in blood and flesh, standing outside the door with a mutilated face, opening his mouth with a weird laugh.

Huang Zhengdao had no heart to listen to what the other person said, and had already screamed on the spot in fright.

In reality, Huang Zhengdao was also startled awake by this, and he sat up from the bed in a cold sweat, waking up at 1:11 AM the next day.

"Damn it, what a hell of a dream." Huang Zhengdao muttered, wiped his forehead with his hand, and his hand was instantly wet.

This astonishing amount of sweating.

Huang Zhengdao shook his collar, feeling a bit hot, and when he looked up, he realized with annoyance that he had forgotten to turn on the air conditioner.

He was so sleepy when he got home that he completely forgot about the need to turn on the air conditioner to sleep in the middle of summer.

He hurriedly turned on the air conditioner, then went to the closet to get a set of dry clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

Now he had to take a shower; not only was it uncomfortable to sleep in these sweaty clothes, but it was also easy to catch a cold.

But after bathing and changing clothes, Huang Zhengdao realized with some despair that he was too energetic now and couldn't fall asleep at all.

His insomnia was acting up again!

Although he didn't have to go to work tomorrow, insomnia wasn't a one- or two-day thing. If it continued like this, he would still have problems if he couldn't fall asleep normally by Sunday night.

Thinking of this, Huang Zhengdao felt it was necessary to see a doctor, and he also looked for ways to help him sleep.

Following this line of thought, Huang Zhengdao booked an appointment for the internal medicine department of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital in the middle of the night, and then searched for information related to sleep aids on the internet, and then he noticed videos related to "sleep aid sounds".

A popular science video said that when people receive white noise, the brain becomes very easy to release sleep signals, allowing people to fall asleep quickly.

Based on this concept, it subsequently extended to different groups of people having different levels of acceptance of "white noise", or different sensitivities to sound, thus leading to the broader field of "sleep aid sounds".

Searching to this point, Huang Zhengdao remembered that Ji Jian had also told him before he went missing that he also suffered from insomnia, was used to listening to and watching sleep aid videos to sleep, and would also take some medicine to help him sleep when his insomnia was severe.

The sleep aid videos that Ji Jian mentioned covered things like sleep aid sounds. Huang Zhengdao thought that since he was also suffering from insomnia, he might as well give it a try.

At this time, one has to mention "big data"; it is pervasive and is affecting people's judgments anytime and anywhere.

Huang Zhengdao and Ji Jian were contacts in each other's address books. The two could get along well usually, partly because they had common topics, and it was only natural to like similar things.

When Huang Zhengdao began to try to understand sleep aid videos, the related themes and content videos that Ji Jian had frequently browsed began to be slowly and inadvertently pushed to him.

Huang Zhengdao searched for the keyword "Sleep Aid Video" on TT Short Video, and a bunch of related videos popped up immediately. He then sorted them comprehensively by playback volume and comment volume, and clicked on the top-ranked sleep aid video under that entry.

In this sleep aid video, Huang Zhengdao saw an eye-catching female blogger in a simple black scene making a brief self-introduction in a whisper. In front of the female blogger was a microphone styled like a human head model. The sound-receiving parts were at the two ears of the head model, making the sound recorded in the video exceptionally clear in the left and right channels.

Listening to the female blogger's whispers, Huang Zhengdao began to understand why these sounds could help with sleep.

It was like a bedtime story from childhood, the gentle whispering voice of a mother by your bedside, or like the gentle and considerate murmurs of a masseur during a spa massage, which had a kind of exceptionally relaxing magic.

Besides this, Huang Zhengdao also understood why Ji Jian always loved watching these types of videos.

Was that lecher really going for sleep? He was too embarrassed to point out the lecher's little thoughts; he was clearly just lusting after her body.

When the female blogger was making oral sounds back and forth by the two ears of the human head model microphone, the way she looked directly at the camera while making sounds was heart-fluttering. Perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, her every move could bring a charming feeling to the audience, making people can't help but fantasize that they were that human head microphone, enjoying the female blogger's gentle service.

"Interesting, huh." Huang Zhengdao nodded secretly, but he considered himself an upright person. He felt that when watching such sleep aid videos, his attention was completely attracted by the blogger's demeanor and appearance, and he had no intention of sleeping at all. He should look for videos with pure sleep aid sounds instead.

So he followed this line of thought and soon found a recently popular video with no visuals and only pure sleep aid sounds. The blogger's screen name was "ID7277869".