The drawn operating interface can be said to be very realistic and easy to recognize, and the words and icons are large and clear. It is simply the most suitable mobile phone operation textbook for the elderly.
Zhang Yangyang, the little boy who lent his painting tools to Wen Xi, has been following his idol's updates.
Lying on the side, he saw Wen Xi painting like a human color printing machine, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Idol, you really are a god!"
"Can you accept me as your disciple?"
Netizens in the live broadcast room were stunned when they saw the process of reviewing painting.
[Wow, this 1:1 replica is really impressive. Wen Xi is not good at singing and dancing, why not switch to painting?]
[Awesome! Is Wen Xi the reincarnation of a printer? And he draws so fast, too.]
Everyone's praising Wenxi's cow drawings, but am I the only one who thinks she's incredibly patient? When I was teaching my elderly family how to use their phone, I'd get annoyed if I said a few more words, but she actually went so far as to draw the steps.
[Hey, wouldn't it be better to just record the screen or print it out? ]
Where did you get the second phone comparison for the screen recording? You can't print out the specific click process when taking a screenshot, right?
[I'm asking Wen Xi to publish a hand-drawn mobile phone manual like this. I'll distribute it wholesale to the elderly in my family.]
[Wen Xi's explanation in the audio just now was also very patient. Why not start a mobile phone teaching class at the Senior University?]
After the old lady finished her video call with her son, she received the instructions for the drawing board handed to her by Wen Xi. She was confused at first, but then she became more and more excited as she saw the contents on the paper.
With tears in her eyes, she squeezed Wen Xi's hand tightly.
The weight of this instruction manual was so heavy that she felt the kindness and warmth of this strange girl!
Wen Xi spent a long time communicating with the old lady, and the name tag tearing battle had already begun among other guests. Wen Xi's progress in finding inspiration was almost zero.
“Squeak—”
At this time, the door of the staff cafeteria was pushed open, and Sheng Rong, with a name tag on her back, hurried in, panting as she ran.
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