"All done! Let the music play, let the dancing continue."
...
"Happy times always fly by so fast!"
Lying on the soft bed Nuwa had built, Chu Bamboo recalled the wonderful afternoon and evening, sighing with genuine emotion.
'Sigh, I just want to be a carefree freeloader! Damn this apocalypse... Why won't it grant me even this one little thing?'
Muttering indignantly, Chu Bamboo closed his eyes.
"Good night, Nuwa No. 17!"
...
「The next day.」
Chu Bamboo got up, pulled open the curtains, and glanced casually at the crowds on the street below. Then, he took a blank notebook from a drawer.
"...And now!" Chu Bamboo closed his eyes, concentrating with all his might. A look of delight appeared on his face. 'It works! Good, very good.'
He quickly snapped a pen refill. With a light flick of his wrist, Chu Bamboo pressed his palm onto the notebook like a stamp... and dense lines of characters instantly appeared.
