Zhang Beixing was holding his phone, his fingers flying across the screen. Frame by frame, he meticulously cropped or deleted clips. Half an hour later, Zhang Beixing had trimmed the video, which originally lasted nearly twenty minutes, keeping only the essence and discarding the dross. In the end, only ten minutes remained. This was the result even after Zhang Beixing had drastically compressed the content.

He let out a long breath, snapping back from his editing. "PHEW! This is really tiring. Sometimes, being too good at something isn't a great thing!" he remarked.

Ten minutes. That was the absolute limit to how much he could compress it. Any further compression would make the video appear disjointed, creating a sense of distortion and fragmentation.

That wouldn't do!

The reason Zhang Beixing had made a name for himself on Douyin boiled down to two things: One, listening to advice. Two, being authentic!

Both were indispensable!

If he were to post such a distorted video just to shorten its duration... Forget the fans' reactions for now; he, Zhang Beixing, wouldn't be able to stomach that kind of frustration himself! What was all his daily, exhausting training for? Wasn't it to shock those nitpicking netizens and let them see his growth? That way, they could offer suggestions for him to continue improving and getting stronger—and, incidentally, so he could show off a bit. If his video was distorted, how could his online friends witness his growth or give him suggestions?

Ten minutes it is then, he decided. After all, they haven't just been watching my videos for a day or two. Ten minutes shouldn't be a big deal for them.

After reviewing his edited video from start to finish and confirming there were no issues, Zhang Beixing felt this length would probably be fine for his fans. So, he decided to stretch, rest for a bit, and add the voice-over to his video later.

However, just as he was about to stretch, Zhang Beixing suddenly sensed something was off.

Why did his back feel so soft, warm, and heavy? And it wasn't just his back; even his shoulders felt a slight, uncomfortable pressure, as if something was resting on them.

What's going on?

Zhang Beixing frowned and turned his head. He found Lin Siqi had somehow appeared behind him. She was leaning against his back, her head resting on his shoulder, curiously looking at his phone.

He inhaled the faint fragrance emanating from Lin Siqi and felt a tickle as a strand of her hair, stirred by a breeze, brushed past his nose. For a moment, Zhang Beixing was somewhat entranced.

Lin Siqi, sensing Zhang Beixing's gaze, turned her head. Their eyes met, and she blinked. Realizing then how inappropriate her posture was, her cheeks flushed red. She hurriedly scrambled off Zhang Beixing, straightened her clothes, and said, slightly flustered, "Lao Zhang, have you finished editing?"

"Yes," Zhang Beixing replied, his eyes never leaving Lin Siqi.

"So, you've finished editing the video. Are you going to work on the background music next?" Lin Siqi asked somewhat awkwardly. She had been captivated watching Zhang Beixing edit the video and had inadvertently ended up in that position.

Given their relationship, being close wasn't an issue. Sometimes, in urgent situations, she would even initiate a hug with Zhang Beixing. But the problem was, nothing urgent was happening right now! Absolutely nothing, yet she had taken the initiative to lean in so close while they were alone together.

This...

Lin Siqi's face flushed red all the way to her ears. Right now, she was so embarrassed she wanted to find a hole to crawl into!

Hearing Lin Siqi's words, Zhang Beixing finally shifted his gaze. He took several deep breaths to calm the emotions Lin Siqi had stirred within him. Then, nodding, he said, "Right... I'm going to add the BGM to the video next. Do you want to watch?"

"Uh... no... I mean... sure, why not?" Lin Siqi had initially wanted to say 'no thanks' and quickly escape the romantic atmosphere. But as she was about to speak, she inexplicably changed her mind. It was simply because she had suddenly thought of Chen Rourou and Sophia Zhou.

Besides herself, Chen Rourou and Sophia Zhou were the two girls closest to Zhang Beixing.

Chen Rourou was a martial arts practitioner who did her Martial Arts Training daily with Zhang Beixing at school. Their relationship was close, and she would affectionately call him Uncle Zhang. Although Zhang Beixing hadn't held a good impression of Chen Rourou due to a past argument about a scheduled fight, their rapport had gradually improved through daily interactions and Chen Rourou's efforts to mend things. Their relationship wasn't as strained as it once was.

As for Sophia Zhou, while her daily interactions with Zhang Beixing weren't frequent, during her training camp at Shi University, she had indeed experienced some ambiguous misunderstandings with him. A while back, she had even traveled to Yanjing with Zhang Beixing. She had posted quite a few photos of them shopping together on her social media. Recently, when Lin Siqi chatted with Sophia Zhou, Sophia would often inquire about Zhang Beixing, asking increasingly personal and bold questions.

And most importantly, both of them were exceptionally beautiful! Each had her own unique charm. Chen Rourou was whimsical and curvaceous, with an excellent figure—the belle of Shi University. Sophia Zhou was youthful and lively, innocently cute. Even though she was somewhat flat-chested, many people preferred that type, and besides, she had long legs!

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