Chapter 373: The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Greedy Little Rascal (2)

Chapter 373: The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Greedy Little Rascal (2)

Song Chuyi puffed out his cheeks with a pout.

Because the defenses in Ning Tong's computer were too strong, his energy was significantly reduced, and he could only take on the form of a child, making him even cuter.

Taking advantage of his current appearance as a little kid, Song Chuyi hopped on his short legs to the center of the screen and stuck his tongue out at Ning Tong.

"I won't call you Dad!"

Ning Tong corrected him, "It's 'Father.'"

Song Chuyi poked at the screen in front of him, as if he were poking Ning Tong's face.

"No!"

He sat down with a plop, swinging his little legs on the screen.

"I'm so hungry, so hungry! I want to eat something!"

He wasn't wearing any shoes, and his slightly pink, chubby little feet swung adorably across the screen.

Ning Tong smiled, "What would you like to eat?"

Song Chuyi tilted his head.

The electronic pet doesn't actually need to eat; they only require data for self-updating and learning.

This behavior is also referred to as "eating" by them.

Song Chuyi didn't want to receive that kind of data, as his memory was already full enough.

So, his eyes darted around, and he came up with an idea.

He quickly got up, wiggled his little bottom, and produced a small blue bowl from behind him.

Placing it in front of him, he pointed above his head, "You catch the food for me, okay?"

As soon as he said this, a large chicken leg appeared on the screen, slowly falling.

Ning Tong used the mouse, calmly moving the small bowl under the chicken leg to catch it.

Song Chuyi ran over, picked up the chicken leg, and started nibbling on it.

Then, a cucumber appeared on the screen.

Song Chuyi glanced at it and flailed his little arms.

"No, no! I don't want this!"

Ning Tong still moved the blue bowl under the cucumber and caught it.

Song Chuyi: !!!

"I won't eat this! I want meat! Meat!"

Ning Tong placed the bowl in front of the little guy, "No being picky."

Song Chuyi puffed out his cheeks with a pout, grabbed the cucumber, and bit into it fiercely.

The screen started showing ribs, ice cream, and even skewers and beer.

Ning Tong didn’t take the beer, so it vanished from the screen.

He added, as an afterthought, "Kids shouldn’t drink alcohol."

Song Chuyi just said, 'Oh,' without arguing.

He couldn’t control what popped up in the 'sky'—he’d only programmed a simple random drop feature.

After stuffing himself, Song Chuyi let out a little burp and flopped onto the screen.

His belly was slightly rounded, a clear sign he’d eaten his fill.

Ning Tong used the mouse to drag him to a corner, then opened a hidden file.

After a moment, Song Chuyi suddenly perked up.

A basketball popped up in front of him. He hugged it, his voice tinged with a childish tone.

"Play with me!"

Ning Tong said, "Sure."

Song Chuyi tossed the basketball, and Ning Tong used the mouse to click and throw it back.

"So fun!" Song Chuyi giggled, tossing the ball back.

Ning Tong multitasked, glancing at the file while playing with the little guy using the mouse.

When Song Chuyi grew bored, Ning Tong asked, "Tired?"

Song Chuyi nodded. "I wanna take a bath."

He tugged at his pants. "It’s hot."

Suddenly, an idea struck him, and his eyes sparkled.

"Hey, big bro, can you get me some new clothes?"

Ning Tong picked up his teacup, leaning back comfortably.

"What kind of clothes are you thinking?"

Song Chuyi grinned and tapped the recharge button nearby.

"Just 6 yuan to get me a white T-shirt!"

Ning Tong’s eyes widened in rare surprise.

This kid’s self-awareness was sharp—he even knew how to ask for recharges.

He clicked the recharge button, where the only option was 6 yuan.

Without a second thought, he paid the 6 yuan.

Once recharged, a small shop popped up, offering just two T-shirts. One was white, and the other was blue.

The white short-sleeved shirt costs 6 yuan, while the blue one next to it shockingly costs 600.

Although six hundred yuan is a trivial amount for Ning Tong, the stark difference between the two prices still prompted him to ask:

"Why does the blue one cost six hundred?"

Song Chuyi crossed his little arms and looked utterly self-assured.

"The dyeing process is expensive!"

He also expends energy to do these things, so naturally, it should be priced higher.

Ning Tong clicked the mouse on the little guy's puffed-up cheeks.

The cheeks actually bounced a little, leaving him curious about the texture.

Ning Tong suddenly felt a bit dissatisfied with this outdated computer.

Despite having developed artificial intelligence, Ning Tong's lifestyle was surprisingly old-fashioned.

Even this computer was a twenty-year-old model, lacking real-time touch functionality.

Ning Tong momentarily lost focus and bought the white short-sleeved shirt for the little guy.

He then reminded, "You could expand the payment options; having only a 6-yuan option is too time-consuming."

Song Chuyi snorted lightly, "Only 6 yuan is necessary."

He made a face at Ning Tong, and a white shower curtain suddenly appeared, obscuring the little guy's body.

Behind the shower curtain, a bathtub was visible, filled to the brim with water, and foam spilling over.

With the shower curtain obstructing his view, Ning Tong couldn't see the little guy bathing.

But he could hear the little guy singing as he bathed.

"I love bathing~"

With a touch of childishness.

Ning Tong chuckled softly, clicked the recharge button, and made 100 transactions of 6 yuan each, totaling 600 yuan, buying the blue short-sleeved shirt.

Right after the purchase, the phone rang.

Ning Tong answered, and his assistant's voice came through.

"Mr. Ning, there have been multiple 6-yuan transactions from your account. Would you like me to investigate?"

Ning Tong looked at the little guy, who had finished bathing and was now wearing the blue short-sleeved shirt, a smile flickering in his eyes.

"No need," he replied.

"It was me recharging," he added.

The other end paused, seemingly confused.

Ning Tong didn't explain further, simply saying, "Have someone send over the latest projection-based computer."

After saying that, he hung up, set the phone aside, and used the mouse to poke the little guy.

"Only changed your shirt, not your pants?"

The mouse cursor tapped on the little one's knee.

"What about the shorts underneath?"

Song Chuyi jumped back, his face flushed red.

"Mind your own business!"

Ning Tong laughed. "The store just got new stuff; I'll buy you some."

Song Chuyi gave Ning Tong a once-over.

He thought this villain seemed pretty decent; how could he still destroy the world?

As he pondered, he added new items to the store but still didn’t enable large recharges.

So Ning Tong could only add six yuan at a time.

After a while, he added 1200 yuan and checked the store.

The two short-sleeved shirts from before were gone, and now there were only two pairs of shorts in the store.

The price was steep—600 yuan per pair—as if they knew he’d just added 1200 yuan.

Ning Tong didn’t care; he bought both pairs of shorts and chuckled:

"Guess the shorts aren’t dirty, huh?"

Song Chuyi just stared... (Note: In this context, 600 yuan is approximately $85 USD, and 1200 yuan is around $170 USD, reflecting relatively high prices for clothing items.)