Chapter 378: The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Greedy Little Troublemaker (7)

Chapter 378: The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Greedy Little Troublemaker (7)

The font was so big that it completely blocked Song Chuyi.

Ning Tong yanked the little one out from behind the text bubble, "You can't play with that; it's too dangerous."

"You just fell to the ground."

Song Chuyi: Huh???

He popped out from the edge of the screen.

"I didn't fall to the ground."

Ning Tong tapped the little one's cheek, "Then who went flying off the swing?"

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't really fall to the ground, with the way he was swinging earlier, he would have definitely fallen.

If he had fallen, he might have just sat there and cried little tears.

Ning Tong thought about it and kind of wanted to see the little one cry.

However, he didn't say it out loud. Instead, he looked at the little one bouncing on the screen and asked, "What other toys do you have besides the swing? Show me."

Song Chuyi gave him a suspicious look, and a bubble popped up next to him: "Nope, nothing!"

Coincidentally, there was also a matching image, a meme of the little one digging through toys.

Ning Tong could tell right away that there were probably some dangerous toys hidden.

He hadn't really looked through the system store earlier, only thinking about making the little one happy, so he just clicked to pay. He didn't expect the little one to have hidden so many things in the store.

"Let me see," he said.

Song Chuyi puffed out his cheeks, and more bubbles kept popping up.

"Nope, nothing! Not a single thing!"

"Only clothes, pants, and food—no toys!"

"I'm taking a nap now!"

A tiny bed popped up, and the little one lay down on it, pulling the blanket over himself, seemingly really going to sleep.

Ning Tong could tell he didn't want to talk anymore, feeling both helpless and pleasantly surprised.

It's good that the little one's got some attitude, so he won't get tricked online.

People nowadays are not simple.

Ning Tong tapped the phone screen and whispered, "You sleep first; I'll get some work done, okay?"

The bubble showed "ZZZ~".

Ning Tong chuckled again, placed the phone aside, and started working.

In the phone, Song Chuyi wasn't actually sleeping.

He didn't need to sleep in the first place, let alone now that he's just in an artificial intelligence state, so he definitely didn't need to sleep.

But Ning Tong wanted to take away his toy, and he definitely wouldn't give it up.

Seeing that Ning Tong was deeply engrossed in his work, Song Chuyi took out his little lightsaber and prodded the blanket.

The blanket formed a small lump.

With a bit of force, the fragile blanket was easily sliced open by the lightsaber, and goose feathers flew everywhere, covering the whole screen.

Song Chuyi: ???

"Give me the lightsaber," Ning Tong's voice rang in Song Chuyi's ears.

Song Chuyi hid the little lightsaber, glancing around, pretending not to know what he was talking about.

Ning Tong tapped lightly on the table with his fingers, "A'Chu, that lightsaber is too dangerous."

"You know, I can make your lightsaber disappear."

Song Chuyi certainly knew that Ning Tong had the means.

After all, he was the "Father of Artificial Intelligence." Even though Song Chuyi had added many protective shields, if Ning Tong wanted to, confiscating his lightsaber was just a matter of time.

Song Chuyi shifted in his seat and pulled out the little lightsaber from behind.

Ning Tong tapped the screen with his fingertip, held down to delete the little lightsaber.

"You shouldn’t play with such dangerous toys," Ning Tong said again.

"If you want to play, choose something else."

Song Chuyi blinked, his face showing clear confusion.

The text bubble next to him read, "What other things can I play with?"

Ning Tong was genuinely stumped by the question.

What kind of toys can a baby even play with?

A pacifier?

"How about I get you a pacifier?" Ning Tong asked.

Song Chuyi: !!! (What the heck?)

He stepped back abruptly, as if deeply offended, clenched his tiny fist, and swung it toward the screen, as if trying to punch through it.

Of course, the fist could only touch the invisible screen.

The force of the rebound sent Song Chuyi stumbling back twice, looking a little dazed, and he plopped down on his butt.

Ning Tong couldn’t help but feel a little helpless.

"Why are you so hyper?"

He wondered what kind of human interactions the little guy had been exposed to before, growing into such an active personality.

He remembered that Mao was very quiet when he was first born, and they had to input a ton of data before Mao could even communicate.

Even then, Mao stayed calm and collected.

Unlike this little guy, who never stops moving for a moment.

Ning Tong also lost his focus on his work.

A phone just doesn’t cut it compared to a big-screen computer, which lets him actually touch the little guy.

Moreover, on the phone, the little guy can only express himself through text bubbles and cannot make any sounds.

A computer is much better.

Ning Tong grabbed his phone, "Let’s head home, and you can show me all the toys you’ve got there."

Song Chuyi sat there on the screen, looking dazed, with a little tuft of hair sticking up on his forehead, swaying ever so slightly.

Ning Tong left the company early, which sparked the gossip among the employees.

Now everyone knows that the Master Controller has a 1-year-old kid, and it's probably for his own kid that he left early.

Everyone’s wondering if the Master Controller will bring the kid to the office.

As soon as Ning Tong was out the door, the office vibe instantly lightened up.

After all, the Master Controller's standards are notoriously high, and they dare not relax for a moment when he's around.

Ning Tong, seen as a terror by everyone, got home and went through Song Chuyi’s little stash.

Inside, he found tennis balls, badminton gear, shot puts, and even golf balls.

Ning Tong took them all away, "You’re not ready for these yet."

Song Chuyi shot him an angry look.

Fine, no shot put, but why can’t I play badminton?

He wasn’t buying it!

Ning Tong could tell the little guy was mad and gave his cheek a gentle poke.

The soft touch made him squint a little.

"If you skip these, you can do whatever you like."

Song Chuyi tilted his head, "Whatever I want?"

"Then can I take a peek at Little Tongzi?"

Ning Tong was caught off guard, "What Little Tongzi?"

Song Chuyi hadn’t forgotten Ning Tong’s earlier antics and saw this as the perfect chance to get even.

So he pointed with his chubby little finger to a specific spot.

Ning Tong’s face went dark in an instant.

"Who spilled the beans on this?"

"Kids shouldn’t be peeking at stuff like that."

Song Chuyi’s fingers twitched a bit, a hint of guilt creeping in.

Since Ning Tong couldn't reach him in this world, he felt emboldened and decided to provoke him.

But... did Ning Tong really care that much about this?

Then why had he acted like such a jerk before?

Wait, hold on—maybe he was just overthinking it?

Song Chuyi's mind, unusually sharp, replayed their last conversation.

He started to think he'd been overanalyzing things.

Ning Tong probably didn't mean anything by it—it was all in his head.

It's all that jerk's fault! He used to be pure, but now he's tainted.

Song Chuyi quietly pulled his hand back and clammed up.

But Ning Tong wasn't about to let this slide.

He wasted no time ordering Mao to launch a full-scale clean-up operation.