Destined Entwining: Capturing My Devoted Beau-Chapter 604 - 325: No Cultivation into Spirits Allowed After the Founding of the Nation (Second Update)
Lawrence Winters was deeply moved as she suddenly saw the ground beneath the male and female leads blossom into thousands of flowers!
The ethereal and deeply emotional scene was instantly ruined.
Lawrence Winters looked at the clusters of bouquets on the ground and curled the corners of her mouth.
Each of these flowers looked beautiful on its own, and they looked beautiful together too.
But in this scene, it was! A! Disaster!
Lawrence Winters covered her eyes and kept saying, "Quick, remove them! Remove all these flowers!"
So, the computer program received the voice command and removed all the flowers on the ground.
Kenneth Osborne smiled and said, "See, flowers on the ground don’t look good."
"Then what should we do?" Lawrence Winters looked through her fingers at the display screen, saw that the flowers were gone, then released her hand and exhaled a long breath.
Kenneth thought for a moment and said, "Isn’t this a fantasy romance?"
"Yes."
"As long as the colors and the visuals are harmonious, any scene is possible in a fantasy romance."
"I see..." Lawrence Winters’ eyes rolled, and she spoke into the microphone, "Make the ground hazy, and around the male and female leads, there can be a lake. The water surface should initially look like a transparent mirror that can reflect images."
"At four minutes and forty-five seconds, the leads lean on each other, a breeze blows, and a seed falls from the tree into the lake." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
"Soon, a lavender flower blooms from the water."
"And then a bee comes to gather nectar, and as soon as it finishes, the flower immediately withers."
"The bee takes away the nectar and also a tiny seed."
"As the bee flies off the screen, the seed falls onto the male lead’s head, merging into his sea of consciousness. — This is the invasion of the Demon Seed."
Lawrence Winters finished in one breath, and Kenneth Osborne’s program processed a roughly rendered scene.
Lawrence watched it, and seeing that it matched her vision, she pressed confirm and began optimizing the scene.
At this point, the computer took over the work.
It required the computer to have extremely powerful CPU and graphics processing capabilities.
Kenneth Osborne’s computer was undoubtedly very powerful in this regard.
Although it couldn’t match a quantum computer, it was almost on par with supercomputers.
However, despite this, Kenneth’s computer needed to run for two whole days to complete the initial process.
Kenneth leisurely supported his head with his hand, flipping through a graphic programming tutorial, deliberately keeping Lawrence Winters busy.
"Go make me a cup of coffee, with a splash of coconut milk."
"My leg hurts a bit, could you massage it?"
"My hands are sore, from clicking the mouse every day, my fingers are about to deform, could you rub them?"
"I’m a bit sleepy, I want to take a nap in your arms."
Lawrence Winters didn’t expect Kenneth Osborne to be so charmingly demanding, and when Kenneth said he wanted to nap in her arms, Lawrence couldn’t help but feel like reacting.
But looking into Kenneth’s eyes, as clear as a forest deer, so tender that it made her heart skip a beat, as if someone was stirring her heartstrings, she just wanted to hold him and tenderly pamper him for a while...
She agreed in a daze.
By the time she realized it, Kenneth Osborne was already asleep in her arms.
She didn’t know whether he was truly asleep or just pretending.
But Lawrence carefully cradled his head, fearing he might be uncomfortable while sleeping.
Besides the hum of the computer host, there was no other sound in the study.
Soon, Kenneth’s steady breathing sounded, as if it had a hypnotic effect.
Not long after, Lawrence’s head started to nod like a little chicken pecking at rice, and she quickly fell asleep too.
When she woke up, she and Kenneth had already slept together until the next morning.
She glanced at the still-sleeping Kenneth, quietly slipped over him, got out of bed, and ran to the study to check the progress of the post-processing effects.
The program was still running, with the images on the display screen shifting from blurred to clear, and back to blurred, indicating that the computer was calculating over and over to find the best algorithm.
Only the best result can produce the best visuals.
Lawrence Winters didn’t understand how the program was running, but she could see her envisioned scenes gradually transforming into real images.
She sat in front of the computer, fascinated, watching the images gradually perfect themselves, feeling it was especially magical.
Kenneth Osborne woke up too.
He turned his head and saw that Lawrence Winters was gone, a hum resounding in his mind, and he suddenly sat up.
Once his mind cleared, he rubbed his temples and got off the bed.
Standing at the doorway of the study, he leaned against the doorframe, smiling as he watched Lawrence Winters.
