Ding Sihan really wasn't suited to be a webnovel author. After all, she gave absolutely no response to reader Lin Li's request for another chapter.
Her crimes were heinous, too numerous to list.
But forget it. He would forgive her. Being an author wasn't easy either; maybe she really couldn't write anymore.
Putting away this precious and useful notebook, Lin Li placed it inside the box containing the black stockings and locked them both in the cabinet in his room.
Ding Sihan was right. He couldn't let anyone else see it.
Although he had already memorized it and destroying it wouldn't matter, he could have her or Qu Wanqiu add to it in the future, so he would keep it.
"Phew—"
Very good. Since option E had been completed, it was time to deal with the other pressing options.
Lin Li never forgot his roots. He still remembered the knowledge he had learned in elementary school: optimizing time.
For example: "Mom gets home from work and cooks. Washing rice takes five minutes, the rice cooker takes twenty-five minutes to cook the rice, washing vegetables takes five minutes, cutting vegetables takes five minutes, and stir-frying takes fifteen minutes. What is the minimum time Mom needs to finish the meal?"
Doing everything in sequence was stupid. Lots of things could be done in parallel.
That was the lesson Lin Li had learned.
So, faced with the four urgent tasks A, B, C, and D, Lin Li had already made his choice.
AD, BD, CD, DDDDDD.
He couldn't D anymore.
Having D-ed himself to the brink of death, Lin Li leisurely finished everything and looked at the "Happy Birthday" letters still stuck to the living room curtains.
After thinking about it, he decided to leave them there for now.
He would take