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Up until now, he still didn't feel sleepy. When someone comes across something they are extremely interested in, they always put in all their enthusiasm.

After temporarily closing the contents of "Magic Origin," Li Qing's gaze focused on the "Basic Meditation Technique." He gently touched it, causing the runes to rapidly transform and finally reappear as content.

Li Qing carefully spent half an hour reading the less than a thousand words of content, along with the accompanying meditation image, which depicted a sphere outlined by countless lines, emitting a faint glow. Just by staring at it, this sphere intricately woven by countless lines deeply imprinted itself in his mind.

It even formed a three-dimensional figure in his mind, which he could zoom in and out with his imagination...

How amazing is that?!

Li Qing felt it was quite strange. To say it's magic, he had no doubt about it; this kind of immediate imprinting deep in the mind with just one look was simply too impressive.

Looking back at the pattern, this meditation image no longer emitted a faint glow and showed no abnormalities.

It seems to be a one-time magic.

A slightly excited Li Qing clenched his fist and hammered his bed a few times to release his emotions.

Squeak! Squeak! Squeak...

"Keep it down next door, there's a single dog here!"

Hearing a somewhat frustrated shout from next door, Li Qing forcibly stopped his actions.

The place he rented wasn't very good, the soundproofing was poor, and even a slightly louder noise could be heard by the neighbors.

After ensuring there were no mistakes, he finally lay flat on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, his mind immersed, gradually sinking into a state of semi-consciousness...

Li Qing suddenly opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath and revealed a hint of helplessness. In modern society, material abundance is overwhelming; the information each person receives is immensely vast and mixed, with all kinds of bizarre things. Wishing to completely eliminate these random thoughts from one's mind is like chasing rainbows.

There was simply no way to do it.

After pondering for a while, Li Qing looked at the time; it was already past four in the morning. Having no sleepiness whatsoever, he sat up straight at the computer.

After waking the computer from standby, he silently opened his hidden folder...

Twenty minutes later, Li Qing wore a face of indifference, albeit a bit haggard. Showing the glance of a sage, he let go of the mouse and sat quietly on the bed. He began to slowly sketch lines in his mind according to the meditation image from the "Basic Meditation Technique."

Before sketching the lines, one needs to construct an original point of themselves, which the "Basic Meditation Technique" calls the Original, like a singular point of the cosmos, beginning to give birth to one's microcosm.

Gathering one's original point and sketching the first line seemed to have no barriers, easily reaching the standards described in the "Basic Meditation Technique."

The entire process of sketching and visualization was quite smooth, possibly because of the lack of random thoughts in his mind, allowing a high level of focus and concentration.

Until the phone alarm rang, Li Qing reluctantly opened his eyes. Just as he was about to get up, a searing headache suddenly assaulted him, making his body go limp, collapsing straight onto the ground.

He lay on the ground groaning for quite a while, hearing the sound of firecrackers, loud and banging from next door. Only then, did Li Qing muster the will to pick himself up.

He struggled to climb back onto his bed, staring with bloodshot eyes at the content on the scroll.

In the "Basic Meditation Technique," before the light ball forms, inscribing even a single line consumes a great deal of mental energy, resulting in the current state that Li Qing was in.

His body slipped, and he begrudgingly rested on the bed, falling into a drowsy sleep for half an hour before swaying to his feet.

He still had work to do.

Forcing himself to bear the headache, he took a shower, slightly alleviating the pain before stuffing the scroll into his pocket and heading out the door.

While waiting for the bus, Li Qing finally caught his breath, the pain had lessened considerably, giving him energy to focus on other things.

This was mental overexertion, next time, he should mind the duration.

Li Qing exhaled a long breath. The clearly sketched line in his mind settled vividly there, with a slight mental movement, every detail became apparent.

It seemed quite easy.

"Mom, look, that guy looks like a panda!"

"Hush! That's smoky eye makeup!"

Li Qing came back to his senses, glanced at the mother and son nearby. Seeing his gaze, the woman dragged the child a few steps away.

He smirked, turning to see others around casting a peculiar look at him. When his eyes swept over, they all turned their heads away.

This was strange; could it be just because he didn't get enough sleep last night, having bags under his eyes made him discriminated against?

When the bus arrived, Li Qing skillfully glided aboard, making his way to the back and plopping down on the seat, tilting his head and falling into a pretend slumber.

Who knew why these elderly folks started crowding the bus early in the morning, making it hard for us young people to live.

Oh, I'm no longer young, starting today, I'm considered middle-aged.

Thinking of this made Li Qing a bit sad; by God's mercy, he hadn't achieved anything yet, truly letting his life down.

He subconsciously touched the paper scroll in his pocket, showing a hint of excitement on his face.

Up until now, he hadn't calmed down.

After eight stops, having slightly recovered his energy, Li Qing forced himself off the bus, walked a few hundred meters and arrived at his company building, waiting for the elevator.

Silently observing the crowd also waiting for the elevator; if it weren't for last night's experience, he would be like these people, years later, still living like this, tied down by life, performing meaningless work day after day.

Li Qing knew that many were in the same state as him, unwilling in their hearts, yet having their throats grasped by life.

In one month, school would start.

"Hey Brother Qing, what's the matter with you, staring blankly?"

A crisp voice next to him shook Li Qing back to reality. Turning to look, he greeted with a smile: "Good morning, Luo Rui."

This was a new recruit in the finance department, a fresh graduate with an incredibly lively personality, who often came to talk or seek advice from him.

Here, it should be noted about Li Qing's current work. He worked in a pharmaceutical company managing system software and hardware maintenance. Although the technical content wasn't as high as that of a developer, it was an indispensable position once a company developed to a certain size.

Whether it was network building, server maintenance, daily office software and hardware, or enterprise system informatization, he was in charge.

This was a 'one man, one position' kind of job. Unless there were major changes in the company, or personal expectations were low, it seemed like you could foresee it till the end.

"Good morning!"

Luo Rui gave a sweet smile, then raised her hand: "I bought two stuffed buns, would you like one?"