Credit Comes Knocking Again?

"We'll be in trouble." Liu Jingxiang sighed when she heard that.

Yang Bo was a little curious, wondering what had happened.

"Tailoring depends on the feel of your hands. With our current control method, learning it isn't a problem, but making things refined and beautiful is difficult."

"Our instructor says the two of us will only ever be ordinary tailors."

"Mainly because virtual control just can't be precise enough." Liu Jingxiang and Zhou Kexin spoke one after the other.

"But neural access isn't any better. I'm studying gardening, and now I deal with cow dung and pig dung every day. There's another player studying gardening with me. He's from the Aquamarine Empire, and apparently the smell is so bad he can't even eat." Yang Bo nodded.

"There's someone from the Aquamarine Empire among the tailors too. She says the city smells awful, and the smell of leather gets overwhelming too. And after working for a long time, your whole body aches. Sometimes the sewing needle even pricks your fingers." Liu Jingxiang nodded.

"I heard the Alliance Swordplay Association is developing new dedicated external equipment." Yang Bo had been paying attention to that as well. When it came to combat, one could currently only judge the amount of force used based on personal experience.

"They've supposedly been developing it for years. Who knows when it'll actually be put into use? We want to switch professions, but we don't know what profession to choose." Zhou Kexin shook her head.

"There aren't any particularly good professions." Yang Bo thought about it, but none came to mind.

Take singing, for instance. It wasn't enough for the player to sing well; the character had to sing well too.

Yang Bo's own voice was completely different from his game character's voice.

Yang Bo only controlled his