"Tap, tap, tap—"

The sound of a mechanical keyboard continuously clicked, and lines of text appeared on the screen.

Typing speed: 135 characters/minute

Tang Song let out a long breath, his eyes showing excited surprise.

His typing speed had been specially trained, but his previous maximum speed for full Pinyin was 106 characters per minute. The higher the speed, the harder it was to improve. Often, his brain would issue commands that his hands couldn't keep up with, resulting in mistakes if he went faster.

The changes the Heartthrob's Hand Cream brought were greater than he imagined. His flexibility, coordination, and precision had reached an extremely high level, comparable to professional surgeons. Learning musical instruments, painting, pen spinning, or string figure games would be much easier with such excellent hands!

After admiring himself, Tang Song carefully trimmed his nails and began his workout, fat reduction, and posture correction routine. He packed his things and slung an empty backpack over his shoulders. Grabbing the blade-shaped BMW key, he jogged downstairs.

The glossy black BMW 330i was particularly eye-catching in the parking spot. The clean and clear windows reflected the white clouds and blue sky, complementing the car's logo. Gripping the warm door handle, the car lights flashed, and the vehicle unlocked. He sat inside, igniting the engine with a roar. His fair and slender hands grasped the black steering wheel, matching the dark interior space. From his perspective, the strong contrast and highlighting brought an intense visual impact.

Tang Song couldn't help but sigh again, "So cool!"

If his facial skin was as good as his hands, he would undoubtedly be handsome.

An idea struck him.

If he had filmed a video, the visual and sharing effect would have been much better!

He took out his phone, opened the camera function, and recorded a short video of about ten seconds. He reshot it after repeatedly previewing it and adjusting the angle and exposure. The contrast was stronger this time, and the visual effect was better, but something was still missing.

"Got it!" Tang Song snapped his fingers crisply.

He searched for music on his phone and finally chose a popular song from QQ Speed, "Right Now."

Connecting the car stereo via Bluetooth, he started playing the song. Adjusting the angle, he began recording.

The 16 Harman Kardon high-quality speakers exploded with dynamic music.

Tang Song's left hand held the three-spoke steering wheel, his fingers lightly tapping to the rhythm of the music.

He stopped recording and paused the music.

Playing back the video, sunlight streamed through the clouds, enveloping half of his hand, making it look even fairer and more lustrous. The high-tech LCD dashboard, head-up display, well-defined fingers, exquisite interior, black steering wheel, BMW logo, and rhythmic music.

"Perfect!" Tang Song exclaimed softly.

Currently, his body could only be described as proportionate. His hair quality and skin weren't great, but his hands were his only standout feature. Paired with the brand-new interior of the BMW 330i M Sport, the visual appeal was fantastic—definitely an attention-grabber.

He opened the Little Red Book app and was about to upload the video but hesitated.

On this platform, thanks to following advice and making changes, he had already accumulated 1,074 followers, becoming a typical growth blogger. His original intention was to improve his appearance and charm under the supervision of netizens.

Switching to flaunting wealth and showing off would go against his original goal.

Moreover, Little Red Book and Douyin were completely different platforms. Little Red Book valued content stickiness and word-of-mouth, making it very challenging to gain followers. Douyin, on the other hand, catered more to modern, fast-paced life, and such videos would more easily attract attention.

After thinking for a while, Tang Song finally made up his mind.

He decided to operate the two platforms separately.

Little Red Book would focus on self-improvement and communication with netizens, while Douyin would showcase results and attract followers.

Then, Tang Song uploaded the 20-second short video to Douyin.

Description: The joy of holding the steering wheel and listening to music

Hashtags: #SingleHandSteeringWheel, #BMW330i, #ComicHands, #BoysDream, #FirstPersonView

Next, he deleted the three previous transformation videos he had posted.

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Maybe it was psychological, but he felt like many passersby were looking at him.

…

Entering the 20th floor of Linjin Building again.

The familiar corridor, the familiar company door, the familiar floor, the familiar attendance machine, the familiar reception background…

But Tang Song felt a completely different mentality, as if he was seeing things from a third-party perspective, no longer a company employee.

"Good morning, Yuying." Tang Song clocked in and greeted the receptionist with a smile.

Du Yuying was stunned momentarily, then quickly replied, "Good morning."

This was the first time Tang Song had proactively greeted her, and his expression was particularly bright, leaving her a bit unresponsive. Watching his departing back, Du Yuying blinked. How could she not have noticed before that this male colleague from the technical department was quite handsome?

He was about 1.8 meters tall, had a proportionate figure, upright features, and wore a knitted cardigan paired with a white T-shirt. Even compared to Du Shaokai, he wasn't much worse. The key was that he had a sense of relaxation, definitely a chill vibe.

Du Yuying took out her phone, contemplating proactively adding his WeChat.

After hesitating for a moment, she decided against it. Maybe she could help him with a delivery sometime, and gradually, he would add her himself. As a pretty girl, she had to maintain some modesty!

"Good morning, Brother Zhang."

"Morning, Old Zhao!"

"Morning."

…

Along the way, Tang Song greeted every colleague he met.

Many instinctively looked back, feeling something was different about this guy from the technical department.

"Brother Song, catch this." Concerned, Colleague Zhao Yue threw a pack of crab-flavored broad beans to him. "I know you probably had a diet breakfast again. Have a little snack."

Tang Song squeezed the broad beans, opened the package, picked one, and tasted it. "Crunch, crunch," it was crispy with a rich flavor.

He smiled at Zhao Yue, "Very nice."

Looking at Tang Song's warm smile and fair, slender hands, Zhao Yue's heart skipped a beat. Brother Song looked quite decent after losing weight! His outfit, hairstyle, and temperament had all undergone drastic changes.

High nose bridge, thin and well-defined lips, big eyes, and standard brows. Especially those hands, so beautiful!

Her face reddened as she picked up an orange from her desk and gently placed it on Tang Song's desk.

Sneaking a glance at his hands, she said, "Brother Song, this jelly orange is really good, try it."

"Thank you, beautiful." Tang Song pulled a thick, black beef sausage from his drawer and handed it to her. "Try this, 27% protein, low-cal, low-salt, low-sugar, high-protein, and tastes good."

"Alright, thanks for the treat, Brother Song!" Zhao Yue made a heart gesture and quickly returned to her desk.

Tang Song withdrew his gaze, shaking his head with a smile.

Strictly speaking, there was no grudge between them; they had always gotten along well. Although Zhao Yue's stringing along was annoying, it wasn't too excessive. At least she never asked for gifts or red envelopes, just occasionally for help fixing a bug.

Now that he was about to leave, he wouldn't hold grudges against a little girl.