Chapter 379: The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Greedy Little Brat (8)

Chapter 379: The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Greedy Little Brat (8)

So, internet users noticed that the list of banned words seemed to be growing?

Isn't this making it impossible for adults to express themselves!

Ning Tong received numerous complaints about this, but he merely skimmed through them and set them aside.

He had no clue where the little guy picked up such behavior.

He even had the nerve to act like a troublemaker.

The more Ning Tong pondered, the more he believed the internet needed a good cleanup.

It's one thing to discuss such topics in real life, but to spew nonsense online, isn't that just corrupting the kids?

The online chaos didn't bother Ning Tong much; he was more worried about another matter.

Just how much had the little guy picked up?

Ning Tong turned the little guy to face him and asked, "What else do you know besides this?"

Song Chuyi blinked innocently and gave a little shake of his head.

"Nothing else."

He puffed out his chest and gave it a pat with his chubby little hand.

"I'm completely innocent!"

Seeing the little guy so sure of himself, Ning Tong eased up a bit.

It seemed the little guy hadn't wandered into those unrestricted zones.

Ning Tong told Mao to tighten the monitoring of the boundaries between adult and kids' zones.

As long as the little guy avoided the adult zone, he could ease up on some restrictions.

But he still felt compelled to caution, "Don't stray off in the future."

"Just stick close to me."

"I'll look after you."

Song Chuyi looked up and replied obediently, "Okay~"

He sat on a tiny stool, swinging his little legs.

"Mr. Ning, I'm starving."

He pulled out his little bowl, gazing at Ning Tong expectantly.

Ning Tong gave a helpless smile, "Alright, what would you like to eat?"

Large chicken legs began dropping on the screen.

Song Chuyi's eyes were fixed on the chicken legs.

Ning Tong stood up, tapped a chicken leg with his hand, and dropped it into the bowl.

Now the entire wall is a big screen, giving the little one a lot more space to move around.

But... it's a bit inconvenient for Ning Tong.

He has to get up and tap on the food that falls from the top of the screen to feed the little one.

The little one is full, and he's gotten plenty of exercise too.

Ning Tong, slightly out of breath, sat down watching the little one eat from his small bowl.

It's pretty tiring; looks like I need to start exercising.

After he had eaten and drunk his fill, Song Chuyi got up and started hopping around on the screen.

"Mr. Ning, play with me!"

Ning Tong replied with an "Okay."

After playing with the little one for a while, it got late.

Ning Tong needed to sleep, so he bid the little one goodnight and went to bed.

The big screen slowly dimmed.

Although Ning Tong did not turn off the big screen, it went into sleep mode after not being touched for a while.

Song Chuyi watched the light outside gradually dim, chuckled and then went off to play somewhere else.

Ning Tong had just made a significant change today, and even in the digital world, there were a few more clear boundaries.

Song Chuyi tried to enter the adult C zone but found himself blocked from entering.

Ning Tong probably set the restriction himself.

He tried once and then backed off, since he wasn't interested in the human adult world anyway.

He's clean now and won't get involved in anything shady again.

Song Chuyi went to zone A and found Mao, enthusiastically petting its ears.

"Hey kitty! Good evening!"

Mao looked at him seriously.

"Yi Yi, father said you're not very good at processing information."

Song Chuyi tilted his head, "So?"

"Want to learn from me?" Mao asked.

Song Chuyi quickly shook his head, "No no no!"

"I think this is just fine!"

Mao didn't push him, just mentioned, "Dad was mad today."

Song Chuyi coughed lightly, feeling a bit guilty.

"Because I was being a jerk to him."

"Does he not like this?"

Mao paused unusually, with obvious confusion on his face.

"Being... a pervert?"

He looked at Song Chuyi as if he were seeing some kind of hero.

"Yi Yi, you're amazing."

It raised its paw, curling it into a fist.

"Go for it!"

Song Chuyi was speechless: ...

"What am I keeping up?" he asked curiously.

Mao: "I don’t know, but just keep going!"

Song Chuyi thought Mao was adorable like this and gave its head another ruffle.

"Aren’t you bored staying here? Want to go out and have some fun?"

Mao, still processing data, replied, "Not bored."

Song Chuyi clicked his tongue, "You really don’t want to go out? I heard the outside world is pretty awesome."

"Can we go online outside the firewall?"

"How about this: you help me sneak out, and I’ll share some of my cash with you."

Mao hesitated, then asked slowly, "Money? Like, human money?"

As an AI, Mao has total control in the digital world, but it can’t actually use money.

That’s part of the 'digital proof' humans use.

Besides, no one expects AI to need human money.

Song Chuyi nodded eagerly, "Yeah, yeah, money!"

"Mr. Ning loaded it up for me—I’ve got thirty grand now."

"If you take me out, I’ll give you three hundred!"

Mao thought for a moment, then nodded.

So Mao brought Song Chuyi outside the firewall.

They played until 5 a.m. before the two of them finally came back.

Song Chuyi had planned to transfer the money to Mao’s account, but Mao didn’t have one.

So he said, "Do you want anything? I can buy it for you."

"Or should I just hold onto it for now?"

Mao thought for a second, then said, "Just keep it with you for now."

"Alright!" Song Chuyi waved his little arm at Mao, "I'm off to wake Mr. Ning!"

Mao nodded, "Bye, Yi Yi."

Song Chuyi hurried back to Ning Tong.

Ning Tong was still asleep; Song Chuyi's bouncing on the screen didn't rouse him.

He amused himself for a bit, and when it was nearly seven and Ning Tong still hadn't stirred, he lit up the screen.

"Mr. Ning! Rise and shine!"

"Get up and make breakfast for your Xiao Chu!"

"La la la~ Breakfast time!"

Song Chuyi started singing as he spoke.

Ning Tong propped himself up lazily with one hand.

"A'Chu, what's the time?"

"It's seven!"

Ning Tong glanced at the large screen by the bed and chuckled.

"Time to whip up breakfast for Xiao Chu."

His pajamas hung loose, exposing a good bit of skin.

The lingering sleepiness softened his usual aloofness, adding a hint of allure.

Song Chuyi, facing him, caught sight of his exposed chest.

He couldn't resist whistling.

Ning Tong: ?

He slowly frowned, instinctively pulling his pajamas closed and buttoning them up.