Tomorrow's Newspaper?!

Afternoon.

Street Office.

In the Secretary Office, Dong Xuebin enthusiastically took out a notebook and jotted things down, summarizing all the commands he had discovered so far.

Every day, he had one extra minute compared to everyone else. This was also a baseline unit of time.

To make the entire world go back one day, he needed to bak twenty-four hours.

To freeze the entire world for one day, he needed to stop twenty-four hours.

To send one designated object back one day, reverse required one second.

To move one designated object forward one day, forard required one minute.

Dong Xuebin put down his pen and rubbed his forehead. Damn, this was a little confusing. Still, he felt there was no need to ponder the functional relationship behind it. It was pointless. After all, he gained an extra minute of usable time every day compared with anyone else. There was no logic to that in the first place, and science simply could not explain it. So Dong Xuebin could only come up with a roughly plausible explanation to straighten out his thoughts—for example, that moving into an unpredictable future required far more energy than moving into a known past. If he truly tried to study it in detail, he would only be making trouble for himself.

Forget it. He would first think about or69d.

Dong Xuebin began eagerly considering the uses of orard, in an excellent mood.

Yet as time passed, Dong Xuebin's expression grew more and more gloomy. By the time work was nearly over, his face had practically gone dark. Before thinking about it, he had not known, but after analyzing it again and again, Dong Xuebin discovered that this f09ard actually had no great use at all. If he did something wrong or said something wrong, he