Time had passed, five days since Jiang Luoluo last shot a video, which had been post-processed and released yesterday.
Compared to the live scene, the dance in the video was more coherent, transitions were stunning, and especially the snowfall special effect added to the middle part greatly enhanced the artistic conception of the dance, receiving exceptionally positive feedback.
Chu Mingcheng naturally liked, donated coins, and shared it, scrolling through a dozen praises below, which embarrassed Jiang Luoluo to the point that she stormed into his house, demanding he retract his sorcery.
In the end, he let her massage his shoulders as a trade-off and deleted a few overly flattering comments that were cringe-worthy to the point of toe-curling.
There was also good news: he finally got his boat driving license.
The exam was a piece of cake for him, practically effortless in practice.
Chu Mingcheng had moved all his fishing gear onto the boat, for convenience to use at any time.