It was seven days later that Song Wenlan logged into his account again.
During these seven days, she had nothing to do all day and was almost covered with weeds.
Want to go out and play? No! The radiation outside is not something a small human like her can resist, and Song Wenlan doesn't want to turn herself into a mutant species.
Moreover, on the entire garbage planet, no one can breathe except for the Xisha Islands.
Song Wenlan feels that the Xisha Islands are even more cruel than some social terrorism groups.
People with social phobias just lock themselves in their rooms and don't want to socialize, while Xisha will buy a planet and completely isolate himself from society.
Song Wenlan had thought about helping Xisha with the work, however, in terms of physical strength, she was not as good as those robots; in terms of proficiency, she was not as good as those robots; in terms of precision, she was even less than those robots.
In the end, there was really no other way, so Song Wenlan could only ask Xisha for some harmless metals and start making handicrafts.
The hobby of handicrafts was developed by her in modern times.
In the remaining time after typing, Song Wenlan would pass the time by doing handicrafts.
After she finished making an item, she would take a photo and post it on social media. Gradually, she gained some fans and became a well-known handicraft blogger.
Of course, another reason why she likes doing handicrafts is that she can think about the plot while doing it.
Moreover, the plot will flow more smoothly when doing handicrafts.
Song Wenlan was thinking about the subsequent development of "My Demon Hunter Enemy" in his mind, and his hands were unconsciously making metal roses.
The moment the rose took shape, she had more ideas about how the plot would develop next.
Song Wenlan subconsciously wanted to take out his mobile phone to take a picture, but when he stretched out his hand, there was nothing at hand.
She was stunned for a moment before she realized that she had traveled to the interstellar space.
Just as Song Wenlan was preparing himself mentally, Xisha came over with the repaired computer.
"You are lucky. I just picked up a rare part today."
Xisha, with a villain's face, handed the laptop to Song Wenlan.
"Here you go. It's fixed."
As he spoke, his eyes subconsciously fell on the metal rose.
"Do you like this?" Song Wenlan noticed his gaze.
She couldn't wait to take the laptop and said generously, "Then I'll give it to you."
Xisha raised his eyebrows, showing his good mood.
"You really want to send me?"
"Well, just consider it as a thank you for taking me in and saving my life."
Song Wenlan had made things in the past, but most of them were given away as gifts. She didn’t think it was a big deal.
"But before that, let me take a picture."
Song Wenlan pointed the light computer at the metal rose, and it automatically adjusted the brightness and filter, and even recommended the best composition.
When the final product came out, even Song Wenlan was amazed.
On the white table, a light golden rose bathed in the sun seemed to be emitting golden light.
Song Wenlan subconsciously posted this photo to "PaiPai", the largest social networking site in the galaxy. Without reading the subsequent feedback, she closed her computer contentedly.
Xisha had been waiting by the side. After Song Wenlan finished all this, he carefully picked up the metal rose on the table and asked, "Do you mind if I disassemble it?"
Song Wenlan was stunned.
She thought Xisha simply liked the style, but she didn't expect his first reaction to be to dismantle it.
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