Chapter 7: Golden Finger?

Time returns to 40 minutes ago. Wei Jin wakes up, turns his head to look at the quiet, sleeping woman beside him, and a smile flashes across his face. After getting out of bed on tiptoe, he prepares to make a loving breakfast for the great beauty; after all, she was exhausted last night.

Wei Jin never expected that the seemingly fiery beauty in green would actually be such a pushover.

Recalling the intense intimacy of last night, Wei Jin feels as if immortal energy has entered his body, and he is full of spirit, even though he slept for less than five hours.

Arriving in the kitchen, Wei Jin prepares to boil some porridge and fry an egg.

Just as Wei Jin is flipping the fried egg, he senses something is wrong.

When flipping steak last night, the frying pan in his hand still had some weight, but at this moment, he clearly feels—the pan is not as heavy as it was last night!

"Why is this?"

Wei Jin falls into deep thought.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashes through his mind: my strength has increased!

Thinking this through, Wei Jin falls into an even deeper level of entanglement—still the same question, why??

"Is there any difference between yesterday and today?"

Wei Jin asks himself repeatedly, trying to obtain an answer.

It must be said that his science-major mindset from his past life played a role, and Wei Jin really did manage to figure out some logic.

The first conclusion: yesterday he was still a boy, today he is a man; could it be that performing yin-yang harmony leads to a great increase in strength? The second conclusion: last night was the day with the best sleep quality since he transmigrated, and he felt refreshed upon waking; could it be that deep sleep leads to a great increase in strength? Wei Jin then thinks of the various unreasonable things that have happened to him:

Enhanced memory, recovery ability different from ordinary people, greatly increased strength—these one by one, could it be... the recovery of spiritual energy?

Could this damn place be a supernatural world??? "No, that's not it; this should have nothing to do with the supernatural."

Wei Jin struggles to sort out his thoughts.

Every day and every event since he transmigrated flashes clearly in Wei Jin's mind like a movie playback.

This again catches Wei Jin's attention; his memory has also been enhanced. How could a normal person recall the past like he can?? "In other words, compared to yesterday, both my strength and memory have been improved to varying degrees; as for recovery ability, hmm, that is very difficult to test."

Wei Jin mutters to himself.

"Sizzle~"

The sound of porridge overflowing in the pot interrupts Wei Jin's thinking.

Temporarily suppressing the guesses in his heart, Wei Jin puts his mind on breakfast. Not long after, the breakfast is finished.

Just as he is about to bring it to the table, he hears a sound coming from the room, knowing that Li Jie has woken up.

"Hmm, the fried egg smells so good."

Ceng Li has already finished washing up and dressing; with light makeup and the nourishment of a man, she is indescribably beautiful.

Seeing the charm of the beauty in green at this moment, Wei Jin has no other thoughts in his heart for a moment, wishing only that "from now on, the monarch will not attend morning court."

And Ceng Li, who has entrusted her whole heart and soul to Wei Jin, changes from her previous shy appearance, showing her overflowing Amour without reservation, looking at the man before her with deep affection.

"Don't just stand there blankly, eat."

"Li Jie, you are a feast for the eyes; I only want to eat you."

Wei Jin opens with a trump card.

"What are you thinking about so early in the morning."

Ceng Li remembers the madness of last night and lets out another soft snort.

Breakfast ends. Taking advantage of the gap while Ceng Li is washing dishes in the kitchen, Wei Jin goes to the newly arranged study, sits in front of the computer desk, and begins to continue pondering this unsolved mystery.

"The first few days when I lived with my dad, nothing special happened; hmm, maybe I just didn't notice."

"After Li Jie came, the quality of sleep did indeed improve every day, and then I felt an increase in memory."

"Discharged from the hospital early, recovery ability different from ordinary people; this matter is hard to say is related to sleep quality." "After being discharged, separated from Li Jie, sleep quality declined, and I didn't feel any memory enhancement."

"..."

Through memory flashes, Wei Jin can basically confirm that every change began with sleep quality.

Through high-quality sleep, Wei Jin's memory and strength are enhanced.

And the higher the sleep quality, the greater the degree of enhancement, for example, last night.

In addition, whether there are other influences is not yet known.

Finally, how to improve sleep quality? That is also a topic.

In his past life, because Wei Jin often worked overtime, stayed up late, and accompanied people for drinks, his sleep quality was always poor.

At the beginning of his transmigration, his sleep couldn't be called good either, until Ceng Li accompanied him in bed; holding the beauty, his sleep quality began to improve.

"Currently, there are no negative effects, so I will ignore it for now. After I have more samples later, I will be able to solve this secret sooner or later."

Wei Jin mutters to himself, then lets go of the obsession in his heart and prepares to continue typing.

After their relationship had substantial progress, the beauty in green was as gentle as water. For several consecutive days, she accompanied Wei Jin; the two went shopping and watched movies, inseparable like glue and lacquer.

It was just that whenever night fell, Wei Jin always had to "make the beauty cry." When it came to the degree of "domestic violence," it was not inferior to An Jiahe at all.

The difference from Mei Xiangnan was that the more Wei Jin "hit," the more Ceng Li loved him. These past few days, the way she looked at Wei Jin was enough to melt him.

Just as the two's relationship was steadily warming up, there was also progress in data testing.

These past few days, when Wei Jin typed, he would quantify his memory.

At the same time, he would set aside two hours every day to test his body, such as climbing stairs, weighted push-ups, and so on.

After several days of conscious data collection, it confirmed Wei Jin's conclusion—that is, when sleep quality is good, memory enhancement and physical enhancement occur.

Yes, it is not just strength. After these few days of testing, Wei Jin discovered that almost everything related to physical fitness, such as endurance, strength, lung capacity, muscles, etc., was growing.

As a science student in his past life, Wei Jin still liked to quantify everything.

Regarding memory: when he first transmigrated, set as 1—that is, the memory of a normal college student.

When he first left the hospital, set as 2—that is, he could basically recall a novel he had read three or four times word for word, with very few errors.

The day after his birthday, set as 3—that is, recent scenes could be flashed back, almost photographic memory.

At this moment, set as 4—that is, distant scenes could be flashed back, photographic memory.

In the future, it might be possible to continue growing, achieving the ability to never forget anything once witnessed, or even more exaggeratedly, constructing spatial models as if being there in person.

Regarding physical fitness, it is rather varied, mainly because there was no obvious sensation during that time in the hospital, but it can be roughly summarized into three stages:

When first discharged from the hospital, set as 1—that is, a normal adult male.

The day after the birthday, set as 2—an amateur athlete.

At this moment, set as 3—a professional athlete.

In the future, it might be possible to continue growing, reaching the level of a national-level athlete, or even a world-class athlete.

Although he does not know the operating principle and there is no instruction manual, regardless, Wei Jin is now someone who possesses a Golden Finger! As the days passed by and the royalties arrived issue by issue, Sword Snow Stride became increasingly popular.

On the eve of the start of school, a publishing house came knocking, intending to publish the novel, and the royalty income that Wei Jin had been longing for was finally coming.

A newbie writing a book for the first time, kneeling and begging for follows, catch-up reads, and recommendations, thank you everyone.

(End of this chapter)