March 21st, Thursday.
Pei Qian ended his liaison with himself again. He took off his wrist guards and stretched in satisfaction.
"Very good, progress is fast."
"It's almost half done!"
From the looks of the current situation, everything was going smoothly. There was even ample progress.
If this speed could be maintained, it would not be a problem to submit the manuscript on the 10th of next month. He could even make simple edits before submitting the manuscript.
However, the price was… Pei Qian felt completely isolated from the world.
In order to increase the efficiency of his thesis writing, Pei Qian had no choice but to force himself to cut off the internet. He also instructed Assistant Xin not to inform him unless it was a last resort.
From the looks of the current situation, there seemed to be no other choice.
