After a few minutes, Whitney noticed that there was someone in the study.
Charles hadn’t left.
She tilted her head and cast a gaze toward the couch. “Mr. Newton, are you busy with work?”
Charles was tapping on the keyboard attentively, seemingly oblivious to her.
If he was genuinely busy with work, she would feel a tinge of guilt.
After all, she had taken over Charles’ desk. Despite being the rightful owner, he had to bend over and work on the couch.
“Why don’t we switch positions, Mr. Newton?”
Charles’ hands froze as he stared at her as if she was a fool.
She’s using a desktop computer. How can we switch positions? Doesn’t she think before she speaks?
Despite complaining in his mind, Charles betrayed no emotions outwardly. “It’s fine. Shut up and deal with your matters. Stop disturbing me.”
Whitney tactfully fell silent and continued to enter the data.
The study was filled with the rhythmic sound of typing.
Both of them worked side by side harmoniously like a couple who had been married for many years.
As someone relatively new to typing on the keyboard, Whitney was quite slow in typing.
After two hours, Charles was done with his work. However, Whitney still had some work left to complete.
Furrowing his brows, he observed her side profile attentively.
He couldn’t tell if the workload was too overwhelming or if she was just dumb.
While Whitney’s eyes were glued to the computer’s screen, he walked behind her softly and checked how she was doing.
When he saw that, he was shocked.
“Ah, the legendary two-finger typing technique makes its appearance.”
He did not hold back with his criticism.
“Are the rest of your fingers, except for those two, immobile? Are they only there for show? You don’t know how to press the spacebar with your thumb? Did it get chopped off by the keyboard? If you continue typing at this speed, when will you ever finish entering the data?”
Furious, Whitney turned her head around and glared at him. “Mr. Newton, return to your room if you’re done with work. Although I type really slowly, I don’t intend to sleep tonight. I’ll train my typing speed, okay?”
“You want to do that alone?” Charles glanced upward, almost bursting into laughter. “Your basic skills are so horrible! How can you even improve your typing speed? You’re dreaming with your eyes open.”
Whitney was unwilling to admit defeat. “Well, I can just put in more time and effort. If I practice more, I can definitely see the effects.”
“Your methods are wrong. Even if you train your typing for a year, you still can’t catch up to my speed.”
Whitney nodded in agreement. “Yeah, yeah. You’re the fastest, Mr. Newton.”
A tinge of displeasure surfaced within Charles when he heard that. Clenching his jaw grimly, he flicked her head lightly. “You shouldn’t say that a man is too quick.”
“What?”
Whitney was so engrossed in her work that she had no idea what he was talking about.
Charles couldn’t be bothered to explain. Bending down toward her, he grabbed her hands which were on the keyboard, and corrected her finger placement.
“Your left hand should handle this half of the keyboard, and your right hand handles the other half. After typing, press the spacebar with your thumb. Use the Enter key to go to the next line. Make sure to memorize the order of these letters…”
Though his tone was a bit gruff and impatient, he provided detailed instructions and explanations.
“Try it out. Use the method I just taught you and type out a line.”
As Whitney was still a beginner, she had to stare at the keyboard. However, she was very serious. Suppressing her urge to revert back to typing with two fingers, she followed Charles’ guidance and typed out a line of words.
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