December 4, Monday.
Lu Zhixing strolled to the second research group and, after greeting various acquaintances along the way, headed straight for Chi Yue's laboratory.
Chi Yue was just as usual, wearing MR glasses, tirelessly transferring materials.
Her gaze constantly shifted between the blank space in front of her and the computer screen to her side, her hands deftly maneuvering the high-precision digital drawing tablet, ceaselessly transporting materials from the deep world into reality.
"Phew."
Seemingly having reached a natural break in her work, she finally let out a sigh.
The resources Lu Zhixing had previously generated were simply too many; she had been working overtime to transfer them, and up until now, had managed to transfer only about seventy percent. The remaining ones were all high-precision, challenging resources that were a real headache to deal with.
However, at this rate, she should be able to transfer most of them in a little over a month.
