Chapter 382: The Electronic Pet Is a Spoiled and Greedy Little Rascal (11)

Chapter 382: The Electronic Pet Is a Spoiled and Greedy Little Rascal (11)

But this thought was fleeting, disappearing before it could leave a trace in Ning Tong's heart.

He withdrew his hand and placed it on the desk.

On the screen, Song Chuyi seemed to sense something and looked up at him.

Water droplets splashed onto the screen, and he blinked softly.

"Ning Tong, aren't you going to pet me?"

He leaned forward, his head moving closer.

Ning Tong chuckled and reached up to pat his head.

"You're being pretty good today."

Song Chuyi nuzzled lightly against his palm before sitting up straight again, continuing to play with the water for washing feet.

"I need to be good today."

"Hmm?" Ning Tong became interested. "Why do you need to be good today?"

Song Chuyi turned his head slightly and whispered, "I almost made Ning Tong angry today."

Ning Tong looked at him with amusement.

"You realize you made me angry?"

"Of course," Song Chuyi puffed out his chest. "I'm really smart!"

"Mao still has six hundred yuan with me. If Ning Tong gets upset and takes the money, what would I do?"

Although he had his own little stash, if Ning Tong really wanted to take his money, it would only take a slight manipulation to do so.

Ning Tong raised an eyebrow slightly.

"You really care about Mao."

He lightly tapped his fingers on the desk.

"I won't take your money."

The little guy worked hard for that money, so naturally, he wouldn't take it away.

But...

Mao actually has a secret stash now, huh?

This kind of human-like behavior never showed up in Mao before. Could he have been influenced by the little guy?

That's very possible.

Whether this is good or bad remains to be seen.

Ning Tong didn't plan to stop Mao's independent actions.

He didn't care what type of AI Mao would become in the future.

Even if, as some extremists claim, the future will be dominated by artificial intelligence and humanity is doomed to enslavement.

It’s none of his concern.

Ning Tong appears gentle, but at his core, he’s utterly indifferent.

He doesn’t care about himself, much less humanity.

Of course, that was before; now he does care that the little one is learning bad habits from humans.

Even while soaking his feet, he can’t stay still, splashing water droplets onto the screen, acting so mischievous.

Ning Tong let out a helpless sigh.

“A’Chu, no playing with water.”

Song Chuyi stopped wiggling his feet and looked up in confusion.

“Huh? I can’t even play with the water from soaking my feet?”

“No,” Ning Tong pointed to the water droplets on the screen, “The screen’s all smudged.”

Song Chuyi leaned forward; indeed, there were some water marks on the screen.

But it’ll wipe off.

He extended his little hand and wiped it, the water droplets falling onto his little suit, leaving a dark stain.

“Just wipe it away.”

He bounced around on the screen, wiping away the water droplets.

But his suit got dirty.

Stains scattered here and there made the little guy look a bit messy.

Ning Tong chuckled helplessly, "Silly, why didn’t you use a tissue?"

Song Chuyi stopped his movements and had an epiphany.

"Oh, right."

He’d completely forgotten about that.

"My clothes are dirty," he tugged at his sleeve, "Can Mr. Ning cover the cost?"

"I only wiped those water droplets for Mr. Ning."

He declared confidently.

Ning Tong didn't hesitate and replied, "I’ll cover it."

"But no more playing with water like this."

"I’ll get you a big bathtub later, so you can play with water in it."

Song Chuyi nodded with a smile, "Okay, okay."

Ning Tong added some funds and bought the little guy two more suits.

As he changed, Ning Tong also tidied up a little.

Since it was still early, Ning Tong wasn’t in the mood to work.

Grabbing his phone, he left the office and headed home.

The moment the bedroom’s large screen lit up, the little figure popped up.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Ning!"

Song Chuyi waved his tiny arm enthusiastically.

Ning Tong gave a soft smile.

"Good afternoon."

"How about we play a game after lunch?"

Song Chuyi’s eyes sparkled, "Yes, yes!"

He hadn’t tried any games in this world yet, and playing with Ning Tong seemed like a blast.

After lunch, Ning Tong booted up a farming sim, set it to team mode, and invited Song Chuyi to join.

In the forest, players had to chop trees for building, dodge wild men lurking around, and fish or collect water for food.

The survival farming game was immersive and pausable, perfect for killing time.

The moment Song Chuyi joined, he dashed off to pick flowers.

Some flowers were edible, others could be used for dye, and some could even be turned into poison.

But for Song Chuyi, the best part was… giving them to Ning Tong.

"Mr. Ning, look! I picked these flowers!"

The little guy clutched the pale pink flowers tightly, offering them to Ning Tong’s character.

Ning Tong chuckled, "This flower’s edible. Want to try it?"

"Huh?" Song Chuyi paused, then actually took a bite, smacking his lips.

"It’s sweet."

Suddenly, as if discovering something, his eyes widened.

"Mr. Ning, it’s sweet!"

He could actually taste things in the game!

Like he’d struck gold, Song Chuyi exclaimed, "Mr. Ning, let’s catch a chicken and roast it!"

Roast chicken—he’d been craving it forever.

Ning Tong said, "Sure," and actually followed Song Chuyi to catch a chicken.

Of course, Ning Tong did most of the work catching the chicken.

Song Chuyi’s excitement bubbled over as he explored the game world.

Song Chuyi cheered him on from the sidelines, his small fists clenched and waved in the air, as if he wanted to punch the pheasant.

Ning Tong thought the little guy was pretty cute, so he went a bit easy.

After "finally" managing to catch a chicken, Song Chuyi eagerly began roasting it.

The game had a built-in automatic roasting feature, where you just had to watch the timing and click to take it off.

Song Chuyi kept his eyes glued to the roasting progress, and as soon as the progress bar filled up, he immediately grabbed the roasted chicken.

Without waiting for it to cool down, he took a huge bite.

His mouth was filled with the savory aroma of meat.

"Mmm, this is so good!"

Song Chuyi was overjoyed, having thought he wouldn't be able to taste human delicacies in this world.

He never thought he'd get to taste them in a game like this!

Although it wasn't as good as what humans could make themselves, it was still much better than eating data.

Song Chuyi completely ignored Ning Tong outside the screen, hugging the roasted chicken with both hands and chowing down on it.

His chubby little hands were smaller than the chicken leg, yet somehow he managed to hold such a big roasted chicken.

Ning Tong mused idly, his Adam's apple bobbing unconsciously.

He was hungry.

Ning Tong picked up his phone and ordered takeout.

Not long after, the roasted chicken was delivered.

Ning Tong didn't pick it up and gnaw on it like the little guy did; he tore off a chicken leg and took a bite.

But his eyes were glued to Song Chuyi, whose mouth was greasy from eating, and his Adam's apple bobbed once more.