Chapter 15 | The Real Test of High-Priced Orders

Li Xing woke up very early the next morning.

Not from being disturbed, but from opening his eyes naturally.

His physical condition was surprisingly good; the soreness and numbness in his wrists had almost disappeared, leaving only a faint lingering sensation, like a reminder, but no longer a burden.

He sat up, and the first thing he did wasn't to enter his spatial dimension, but to move his fingers.

One by one.

Strength was there, stability was there.

"Okay." He made this judgment to himself.

After breakfast, he checked all his tools, even wiping the jaws of the old wrench.

This wasn't ordinary car repair; it was a high-priced job he had to secure.

Before noon, he deliberately didn't take any work.

He simply disassembled and reassembled the old practice bike in the yard.

Not seeking speed, but smoothness.

Every step was preparation for using his spatial dimension that afternoon.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the yard gate was pushed open again.

The man from yesterday arrived.

As the car was pushed into the yard, the tires made a slight creaking sound as they rubbed against the ground.

Li Xing didn't say much, only nodded: "Sit for a while."

He didn't act immediately.

He closed his eyes first.

His consciousness sank.

The space unfolded slowly in his mind like a familiar door.

[Target Confirmed]

[Bicycle Inspection - Transmission System, Braking System, Structural Stability]

[Proficiency Level: Medium-High]

[Estimated Duration: 30 minutes]

[Risk Level: Medium-High]

Li Xing paused for a second.

Not hesitant, but calculating.

Thirty minutes was the absolute limit he had set for himself.

"Confirm."

Information flooded in.

This time, it wasn't a single-point enhancement, but a multi-system联动 (interconnected action).

Gear meshing angle, brake line rebound, frame micro-deformation judgment…

Every detail unfolded rapidly in his mind, then was quickly categorized and compressed.

Sweat began to bead on his forehead.

But he didn't force himself.

When the spatial notification indicated "5 minutes remaining," he consciously focused his attention, concentrating only on the three most crucial items:

—Brakes

—Chain

—Axle stability

[Copy complete]

The moment Li Xing opened his eyes, everything went slightly white.

He didn't get up immediately.

Instead, he sat still and took three deep breaths.

His wrists trembled slightly, but it was still within control.

"Begin."

He crouched down.

The real test was just beginning.

Halfway through the repair, the sun was already setting.

Chain adjustment required repeated calibration; even a slight misalignment would cause teeth to skip while riding.

Sweat dripped from his chin onto the ground.

For a moment, he clearly felt—his proficiency with the spatial system was declining.

Not disappearing, but receding.

His movements began to slow.

This time, he didn't panic.

He stopped, relying on his real-world experience.

Tighten, test turn, tighten again.

The movements were no longer graceful, but steady.

The man watched, his brow slowly relaxing.

“This bike is more stable than before.”

Li Xing didn't reply.

By the time the final step was completed, it was already dark.

He stood up, his legs a little weak.

The man test-rode it once, then again.

When he returned, his face clearly showed satisfaction.

“Okay.”

“Ten yuan, not a penny less.”

As the money was handed over, Li Xing's fingers trembled slightly.

Not because of the money.

Because he had persevered.

No time limit, no loss of control, no backlash from the spatial forces.

This was the first time he had simultaneously stabilized both space and reality under such intense pressure.

After seeing the customer off, he was alone in the courtyard.

Li Xing sat on the steps, looking up at the sky.

The night was deep, yet the stars shone brightly.

He suddenly understood something:

The limits of space weren't given by the system.

They were drawn by himself.

And as long as this line wasn't broken—

he could keep moving forward.