The next day.
Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Qiao Sang got up, admired the view outside for a moment, then went to the bathroom to wash up. Afterward, she returned to the bed, sat cross-legged, closed her eyes, and began to meditate.
Suddenly, the rapid clatter of keyboard typing reached her ears.
Qiao Sang opened her eyes, got out of bed, and headed into the living room.
Little Seeker was sitting on the sofa with headphones on, its paws flying furiously over the laptop keyboard. Its typing was so fast that its stubby toes practically left afterimages.
"What are you doing?" Qiao Sang walked over, glanced at the words constantly appearing on the screen, and asked.
Little Seeker ignored her and continued hammering away at the keyboard.
Qiao Sang reached out, removed Little Seeker's headphones, and asked again, "What are you doing?"
"Xun Xun~"
Little Seeker stopped typing, looked up with a grin, and replied that it was practicing listening and typing.
Qiao Sang raised an eyebrow. "What are you practicing that for?"
"Xun Xun~"
"Xun Xun~"
Little Seeker called out twice, saying that it was preparing for the translation competition. It had originally planned to translate by typing on a phone, but after watching some translation competitions, it found that contestants using phones typed more slowly than those using computers. So it intended to practice and compete directly on a computer when the time came.
Qiao Sang was not surprised that Little Seeker wanted to enter a translation competition. She had learned about it last night after finishing her meditation.
She looked at Little Seeker's overly short toes and asked, "Why not use Psychic Power to control the keyboard and type directly? You might be even faster that way."
Little Seeker froze for a moment before realization