Golden Finger?
Forty minutes earlier, Wei Jin woke up and turned to look at the serene woman sleeping soundly beside him. A smile flickered across his face. He got out of bed on tiptoe and prepared to make the great beauty a breakfast filled with love. After all, he had worn her out last night.
Wei Jin had never expected that the qingyi beauty, who seemed as passionate as fire, would turn out to be such a lightweight.
Savoring the memory of their desperate entanglement the night before, Wei Jin felt as though immortal energy had entered his body, leaving him full of vigor, even though he had slept for less than five hours.
In the kitchen, Wei Jin prepared to make some rice porridge and fry an egg.
As Wei Jin fried the egg, he sensed that something was wrong.
When he had fried steak last night, the pan in his hand had some weight to it. But now, he could clearly feel it—the pan wasn't as heavy as it had been last night!
"Why is that?"
Wei Jin sank into thought.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind. I've gotten stronger!
Having figured that out, Wei Jin fell into an even deeper quandary—the same question remained: why??
"What's different about me today compared to yesterday?"
Wei Jin asked himself again and again, trying to find an answer.
His scientific way of thinking from his previous life had to be given credit. It really did help Wei Jin puzzle out a few possibilities.
The first conclusion: yesterday he had been a boy, and today he was a man. Could it be that harmonizing yin and yang greatly increased his strength?
The second conclusion: last night had been the best sleep he'd had since transmigrating, and he had woken up feeling refreshed. Could it be that deep sleep greatly increased his strength?
Wei Jin then thought of all the unreasonable things that had happened to him:
His memory had improved, his recovery was unlike that of ordinary people, and his strength had increased greatly. All these things, one after another—could it be...
A spiritual energy revival?
Was this actually a fucking supernatural world???
"No, that's not it. This probably has nothing to do with the supernatural."
Wei Jin worked to sort out his thoughts.
Every day and every event since his transmigration flashed clearly through Wei Jin's mind like a movie playing back.
This caught Wei Jin's attention too. His memory had improved as well. How could an ordinary person recall the past like he did??
"In other words, compared to yesterday, both my strength and memory have improved to different degrees today. As for my recovery, hmm, that's hard to test."
Wei Jin muttered to himself.
"Sizzle~"
The sound of porridge boiling over interrupted Wei Jin's thoughts.
Setting his suspicions aside for the moment, Wei Jin focused on breakfast. Before long, it was ready.
Just as he was about to bring it to the table, he heard a sound from the bedroom and knew Sister Li was awake.
"Mmm, the fried egg smells so good."
Zeng Li had finished washing and dressing. With her light makeup and the nourishment of a man, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Seeing the qingyi beauty's allure at that moment, Wei Jin found every other thought driven from his mind. All he wanted was for "the king to forsake his morning court from then on."
Zeng Li, who had given herself to Wei Jin in body and soul, had shed her earlier shyness. She showed the love filling her heart without the slightest concealment, gazing tenderly at the man before her.
"Don't just stand there in a daze. Eat."
"Sister Li, your beauty is a feast for the eyes. I only want to eat you."
Wei Jin opened his mouth and played his trump card.
"What are you thinking about so early in the morning?"
Remembering the madness of the previous night, Zeng Li gave another soft huff.
After breakfast, while Zeng Li was washing the dishes in the kitchen, Wei Jin went to the newly furnished study and sat down at the computer desk, continuing to ponder the unsolved mystery.
"Nothing unusual happened during the first few days I lived with Dad. Hmm, maybe I just didn't notice."
"After Sister Li came, my sleep quality did improve every day, and then I noticed my memory getting better."
"I was discharged early, and my recovery was unlike that of ordinary people. It's hard to say whether that had anything to do with my sleep quality."
"After I left the hospital and was apart from Sister Li, my sleep quality dropped, and I didn't notice any improvement in my memory."
With his memories flashing back, Wei Jin could be fairly certain that every change had begun with his sleep quality.
High-quality sleep had improved Wei Jin's memory and strength.
Moreover, the better his sleep quality, the greater the improvement, as it had been last night.
As for what other effects there might be, he did not yet know.
Finally, how to improve his sleep quality was another question.
In his previous life, Wei Jin had often worked overtime, stayed up late, and kept people company over drinks, so his sleep quality had always been poor.
When he had first transmigrated, his sleep could hardly be called good either. It wasn't until Zeng Li stayed by his hospital bed and he held the beauty in his arms that his sleep quality began to improve.
"For now, there don't seem to be any negative effects, so I'll leave it alone. Once I have more samples, I'll unravel this secret sooner or later."
Wei Jin muttered to himself, then let go of the matter for the time being and prepared to continue writing.
After their relationship had made substantial progress, the qingyi beauty was as gentle as water. For several days in a row, she stayed by Wei Jin's side. They went shopping and watched movies, as inseparable as glue and lacquer.
But whenever night fell, Wei Jin always "beat the beauty to tears." As far as "domestic violence" went, he was in no way inferior to An Jiahe.
Unlike Mei Xiangnan, the more Wei Jin "beat" Zeng Li, the more she loved him. These past few days, the way she looked at him was enough to melt him.
While their relationship steadily grew warmer, progress was also being made on the data testing.
Over the past few days, Wei Jin had quantified his memory while writing.
He also set aside two hours every day to test his body, climbing stairs and doing weighted push-ups, among other things.
After several days of deliberate data collection, Wei Jin's conclusion was confirmed—when his sleep quality was good, his memory and physical fitness improved.
Yes, it wasn't just his strength. After the past few days of testing, Wei Jin had discovered that nearly everything related to physical fitness was improving: endurance, strength, lung capacity, muscles, and so on.
Having been a science student in his previous life, Wei Jin still liked to quantify everything.
As for his memory:
Right after transmigrating, it was set at 1—the memory of an ordinary college student.
Right after leaving the hospital, it was set at 2—he could recall a novel he had read three or four times almost word for word, with very few mistakes.
The day after his birthday, it was set at 3—recent scenes could flash back, and he could remember almost anything at a glance.
Now, it was set at 4—distant scenes could flash back, and he could remember anything at a glance.
Perhaps it could continue to grow in the future, until he never forgot anything he witnessed. Or, more remarkably, he might construct spatial models as though he were there in person.
Physical fitness was more complicated, mainly because he hadn't noticed any obvious changes during his time in the hospital. It could roughly be divided into three stages:
Right after leaving the hospital, it was set at 1—an ordinary adult man.
The day after his birthday, it was set at 2—an amateur athlete.
Now, it was set at 3—a professional athlete.
Perhaps it could continue to grow in the future, reaching the level of a national-class athlete, or even a world-class one.
Although he didn't know how it worked and it hadn't come with a manual, Wei Jin was someone with a golden finger now, no matter what!
It was just that this golden finger seemed a little improper...
As the days passed and one payment after another arrived, Snowstrider grew more and more popular.
On the eve of the new school term, a publisher approached him, intending to publish the novel. The royalty income Wei Jin had been longing for was finally on its way.