Three o’clock in the afternoon.

Cui Geng put down the game controller in the game room and checked the time on his phone.

“Is no one going to supervise me?”

“If no one comes, I’m going to leave?”

Cui Geng felt confused and incredulous.

When he was first led into the game room in the morning, although he had adopted an attitude of “making the best of the situation” while playing games, he also felt that someone would push open the door at any moment and tell him “it’s time to start learning about the Tenda spirit.”

In the blink of an eye, it was noon. Wu Bin did indeed open the door, but only to let him order Slackin’ takeout.

After lunch, Cui Geng lay on the sofa in the entertainment room for a little while, and still no one came to supervise him in the afternoon.

So he continued playing games until almost three o’clock.

At this rate, in another two or three hours, the sun would be setting.

Cui Geng wondered inwardly, what about the promised Tenda spirit training?

No one was training me at all?

Could it be that the HR department had more important work, so my training was put on hold?

That can’t be right—that Wu Bin didn’t seem to have any particularly important work?

Besides, since this was work arranged by Mr. Pei, the priority should be very high, right? Shouldn’t my affairs be handled first?

Cui Geng was deeply confused.

After playing games for an entire day, even someone who loved games would feel somewhat tired and annoyed.

Cui Geng felt a bit dizzy and browsed through his phone.

First, he habitually checked the reviews of his book.

“No update today?”

“Given up already?”

“Sigh, today the pigeon master was taken away for education, it’s a tough day.”

On the bookshelf, other training camp authors’ books also hadn’t updated, because it wasn’t 6 PM yet.

Once 6 PM passed, these books would update several chapters like a flood being released, with a minimum of seven or eight thousand words, and possibly more than ten thousand.

But looking at himself, he hadn’t written a single word.

“Ah, this can’t be blamed on me, it’s all because of the Tenda spirit learning arranged by Mr. Pei that’s delayed me.”

Cui Geng comfortably shifted the blame to Mr. Pei.

If he had known early on that today he would be playing in the game room all day, Cui Geng would probably have been quite happy.

But coming with the mindset of “attending Tenda spirit training,” yet inexplicably playing games all day, this strange sense of displacement greatly reduced the pleasure Cui Geng derived from gaming.

“Wait, this training, could it be that if I don’t urge them, no one will supervise me? Don’t drag it to tomorrow!”

Cui Geng was suddenly alarmed at this thought, feeling there was a big problem.

Of course, he didn’t object to spending a day playing games in the game room, but this feeling of “having one’s schedule completely arranged by others” wasn’t good.

Thinking of this, Cui Geng stood up, intending to ask Wu Bin what exactly Mr. Pei was up to.

Whether it was playing or training, he needed to understand clearly.

Being left in suspense like this made everything feel unsettled.

Cui Geng left the game room and instinctively glanced at the nearby workstations.

He was surprised to find someone had reclined their ergonomic chair flat and was sleeping; someone was eating chips while watching dramas; and someone was rapidly typing on the keyboard, writing documents.

This floor was for administrative, human resources, finance, and other departments, while the game department was upstairs on the 17th floor.

Since Tenda’s recruitment, the HR department wasn’t as busy as before, so some people without work could naturally slack off a bit.

However, this scene appeared somewhat awkward to Cui Geng, as he had expected it to be a bustling work scene.

Cui Geng found Wu Bin but hesitated, not knowing how to start the conversation.

However, Wu Bin seemed prepared for this and directly stood up: “Come, let’s talk in the meeting room.”

The two entered the meeting room one after another and sat down.

Wu Bin poured tea, appearing confident.

Mr. Pei had specially instructed earlier that if Cui Geng didn’t understand, Wu Bin should give him a little hint.

So Wu Bin was prepared and knew it was time to give a hint.

“If you have any questions, feel free to ask,” Wu Bin smiled.

Cui Geng hesitated for a moment and asked, “I want to know, when will the Tenda spirit training actually begin? It won’t be delayed until tomorrow, will it?”

Wu Bin’s smile deepened: “Tenda spirit training? It has already begun.”

Seeing Cui Geng’s bewildered expression, Wu Bin added, “From when you first arrived this morning until now, it’s all been part of the Tenda spirit training process.”

“As for what the Tenda spirit is…”

“Mr. Pei said he believes you can find the answer yourself.”

Cui Geng was confused.

The training had already begun? But I’ve been playing games all day.

Cui Geng scratched his head and asked, “Is every Tenda spirit training conducted with the same process? Is it always entering the game room to play games all day?”

Wu Bin thought for a moment and said, “The process is the same—bringing you to the company—but it doesn’t necessarily mean playing games in the game room all day. In fact, you don’t have to play games; you can go anywhere you want, no one restricts your freedom.”

Cui Geng: “Huh?”

Can I go anywhere? Then why did I stay in the game room all day?

But after a brief reflection, he remembered that when entering the game room, Wu Bin indeed hadn’t told him he couldn’t leave.

“So this so-called training is just a ticket to move freely within Tenda? To demonstrate the Tenda spirit in a relatively indirect way?”

Cui Geng asked with confusion: “But I still don’t feel like I’ve experienced any ‘Tenda spirit’…”

Seeing Cui Geng’s confused expression, Wu Bin knew it was time for what Mr. Pei called “giving him a little hint.”

“What did you see in the company?” Wu Bin asked.

Cui Geng thought for a moment, feeling somewhat embarrassed to speak.

Wu Bin smiled: “Feel free to speak.”

Cui Geng hesitantly said: “I saw people at workstations seriously working, sleeping, watching dramas, reading books…”

Wu Bin nodded: “So what kind of Tenda spirit do you think that represents?”

Cui Geng thought for a moment and said very uncertainly: “Uh… the company doesn’t care at all what employees do during work hours, they can play or slack off as they wish? Mr. Pei encourages everyone to be lazy?”

“…” Wu Bin was momentarily speechless, then said with a wry smile, “Think about it yourself, is this a conclusion a normal person would draw?”

Cui Geng: “…No.”

It was a completely instinctive reaction; now that Wu Bin questioned it, he immediately felt the idea was absurd.

Wu Bin expressed his understanding of the Tenda spirit.

“The people you saw resting or watching dramas have either completed all their current work or need to adjust their state to achieve higher work efficiency.”

“Their rest and entertainment aren’t just for rest and entertainment themselves, but to better complete their work.”

“The Tenda spirit, if summarized in one point, is: how to better utilize rest and entertainment as means to achieve more efficient and longer-lasting output.”

“The Tenda spirit encourages rest and entertainment, but not purposeless, pure rest and entertainment, because that would only destroy a person.”

“Using rest and entertainment to ensure physical and mental health, thereby better realizing one’s value—this is what the Tenda spirit truly advocates.”

After hearing Wu Bin’s words, Cui Geng fell into deep thought.

So that’s what Mr. Pei’s actions meant?

What Mr. Pei did today was simple—he threw himself into the game room to relax properly.

But now, Cui Geng felt an indescribable emptiness in his heart.

Why was this happening?

Was it just because he was playing while other authors were writing?

There were some factors like that, but not entirely.

Combined with Wu Bin’s explanation, Cui Geng suddenly realized an issue: his entertainment and rest had no purpose!

That’s why he often felt empty.

Take the one-hour nap at noon as an example.

Some people nap for an hour out of procrastination, to escape work, but after they wake up, they still have to complete those tasks. They think, if I hadn’t slept this hour at noon, my work might already be half done…

At this point, they feel empty, feeling that time has been wasted.

But some people nap for an hour to maintain a better mental state for afternoon work, and after waking up, they immediately throw themselves into work with full energy.

At this time, the hour of napping is very meaningful, and they won’t feel empty because of it.

The same applies to entertainment.

Rest and entertainment are necessary parts of life, but they cannot be all of life.

A person’s ultimate value still depends on how much they produce.

This was a simple truth, but Cui Geng found that he had never understood it before.

He had a carefree life due to resettlement compensation, couldn’t concentrate on creation, but playing games and entertainment every day couldn’t bring him any happiness, only endless emptiness.

He had never understood where his feeling of emptiness came from.

Today, Mr. Pei first threw him into the entertainment room to play games all day, then had Wu Bin give him this slight enlightenment, immediately making him see clearly.

Thinking of this, Cui Geng’s brows relaxed, and he expressed his understanding: “So, the Tenda spirit should be…”

“Encouraging rest, encouraging entertainment.”

“But rest and entertainment are all for adjusting one’s state, better realizing one’s value.”

Wu Bin remained noncommittal: “What else?”

Cui Geng frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and continued: “If I apply the Tenda spirit to myself…”

“The reason I became the slowest writer in the entire training camp is precisely because I don’t possess this spirit.”

“My rest and entertainment were just slacking off and being lazy, resisting work, so my time was wasted. If I could combine rest, entertainment, and work, I could completely increase my output while maintaining my current rest and entertainment time…”

“I’ve been updating too much recently, and many plots and content haven’t been well thought out. This is also a result of setting work and entertainment against each other, an attitude I urgently need to adjust…”

“In short.”

“I don’t need to resist or reject rest and entertainment, nor should I feel guilty about them, but rather use them to maintain a better working state.”

“At the same time, there’s no need to obsess over word count; the quality of content is more important…”

“Am I right?”

Cui Geng looked at Wu Bin.

Wu Bin smiled slightly: “Everyone can have different interpretations of the Tenda spirit; I cannot judge your understanding.”

“As long as you think it’s right, then it’s right.”