Chapter 384: The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Money-Grubbing Little Rascal (13)

Chapter 384: The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Money-Grubbing Little Rascal (13)

Song Chuyi stood there, unable to see the content on Ning Tong's phone, so he stretched his neck to peek around the screen.

Seeing this, Ning Tong swiftly tucked his phone away.

The terms like "adult toys" and "dolls" on the platform must not be seen by the little guy.

"If you want to buy a humanoid doll, I can have one custom-made just for you."

Unable to see the words on the phone, Song Chuyi pulled his head back and sat in the screen, swinging his little feet.

"Can you make one for Mao too?"

Ning Tong looked up, with a flicker of emotion in his eyes.

"Mao?"

"Did it tell you that?"

Song Chuyi nodded gently.

"Mao said he’s saving up to buy a humanoid doll."

He tilted his head, looking curious, or maybe just plain confused.

"Why would Mao want to buy a doll?"

Ning Tong reached over and tousled his little head.

"I don't know, he has his own ideas," Ning Tong replied.

Song Chuyi let out a soft snort. "Then will you help Mao?"

"No," Ning Tong said with a smile. "Mao understands what he needs to do."

He doesn't care about this world, nor does he care about humans, not even the artificial intelligence he created.

Mao operates on his own logic, and he won't interfere or help. This is his own responsibility.

As for the young one, who is still so small and doesn't know what he can do, naturally, he will help a bit.

"I won’t meddle with Mao, but you are not allowed to buy dolls from Baotao."

"If you want one, I can get someone to customize it for you."

Song Chuyi replied cheerfully, "Okay, okay."

Seeing his eager agreement, Ning Tong nodded in satisfaction.

Soon, Ning Tong contacted his subordinates and had them establish a dedicated lab to customize the doll.

Hearing him make the call, Song Chuyi asked eagerly, "Can I design it myself?"

He raised his small arm, brimming with excitement.

Ning Tong glanced at him and hung up the phone.

"Are you thinking of designing it yourself?"

Song Chuyi nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes!"

Ning Tong's interest was piqued, and he let him take the lead.

"Alright."

"Then I'll design it myself."

Song Chuyi hummed affirmatively and ran off to sketch the design.

Seeing how earnestly Song Chuyi drew, Ning Tong also felt inspired to work.

So he began working beside him.

Time flew by quickly, and by the time Song Chuyi finished his design, it was already late at night.

He deliberately tapped the screen, holding the design. "Mr. Ning, I've finished drawing!"

Ning Tong looked up from his work, with a hint of tiredness in his expression.

"Finished?"

He stood up and walked to the large screen, looking at the design Song Chuyi had placed aside.

"Can I see?"

Song Chuyi clutched the design to his chest and hummed softly.

"Nope~"

Ning Tong looked at him with amusement.

"How can I explain the design if you don't show me?"

"You need my approval to share the design anyway."

Song Chuyi thought about it and found Ning Tong's argument convincing.

He nodded his head. "Alright, then I'll show you."

He unfolded the design and showed it to Ning Tong.

Ning Tong was momentarily taken aback as he looked at the adult man on the drawing paper.

The man was not wearing clothes, showing off incredibly defined muscles.

There was a small red mole under his left eye, adding a subtle allure to his face.

The most striking feature was the part boldly labeled '18' with a thick black line.

Ning Tong's mind slowly formed a question.

"Is this someone you've seen?"

Song Chuyi puffed out his chest and tapped his chest.

"This is me!"

When his true form took on a human appearance, it looked like this.

Hmm... though some aspects were a bit over the top.

But if we can customize the body, what’s the harm in a little exaggeration?

This is a rare chance to tailor my own body.

Ning Tong glanced at the design draft and then at the proud little guy.

There was indeed a resemblance.

Especially those eyes, sparkling like the blazing sun, so intense and captivating, they made you yearn for them at first sight.

Only after realizing it was the little guy himself did the faint jealousy in Ning Tong’s heart fade.

He studied the young man in the design draft more closely, and a wave of tenderness welled up in his eyes.

"A'Chu looks great like this."

If only he could actually hold A'Chu in real life...

As soon as this thought crossed his mind, it took hold of Ning Tong’s heart.

He blinked slowly, like someone lost who finally felt grounded.

He, who had been adrift, felt as if a rope had pulled him down, anchoring him firmly in the real world.

Ning Tong’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his voice grew slightly hoarse.

"Does A'Chu want a human body?"

Song Chuyi made a soft sound of surprise.

Before he could reply, Ning Tong smiled slowly.

"If A'Chu wants it, I’ll make it happen."

The "Basic Law of Artificial Intelligence" states that AI cannot have a physical form.

The authorities have their reasons, and the public doesn’t fully trust AI.

Maybe it’s because humans are naturally suspicious, or maybe it’s because this cold, ever-learning AI makes them feel threatened.

Either way, this law was passed as soon as he started researching AI.

He’d never considered breaking this law.

But for A'Chu, what could this law do to stop him?

Ning Tong gently caressed Song Chuyi’s face, his eyes dark with emotion.

Song Chuyi looked up at him, his face small and earnest.

He seemed to grasp why Ning Tong would destroy the world.

He was merely a bystander, watching the world rush past.

He seemed to change the world, yet never saw himself as part of it or responsible for it.

He was like a cloud drifting in the sky, carried by the wind, sometimes dissipating, but never turning into rain to nourish the earth.

Song Chuyi broke into a wide grin.

He knew exactly what to do.

"I want it~"

"Mr. Ning, I want a human body," he said with determination.

He even pointed to the bolded dimensions he’d marked.

"Mr. Ning, it has to be exactly like my design."

Ning Tong paused, then...

He glanced subtly at the highlighted notes, his lips pursed in thought.

"I’ll do my best."

Song Chuyi tapped his little finger insistently.

"Absolutely!" he insisted.

Ning Tong hesitated, then, under Song Chuyi’s expectant gaze, said, "I’ll do my best."

Song Chuyi pouted, giving in reluctantly.

"Just 1 centimeter shorter, no more."

"Not a millimeter shorter."

Ning Tong thought for a moment, then nodded, "Alright."

Only then did Song Chuyi seem satisfied.

He handed over his design draft to Ning Tong.

Ning Tong stared at the design draft in his folder for several seconds, then, as if making up his mind, began designing the outfit for the figure in the draft.