Chapter 387 The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Greedy Little Brat (16)

Chapter 387 The Electronic Pet is a Spoiled, Greedy Little Brat (16)

Song Chuyi only felt reassured after hearing Ning Tong's promise.

The experiment kicked off.

Song Chuyi felt the electric current pulling him in a specific direction.

The bright lights made his head spin. Before he knew it, his body felt real.

He felt a breeze brush his fingertips and a cool touch on his skin.

Song Chuyi blinked cautiously.

His body mirrored the blink.

The cabin door opened, revealing Ning Tong.

"Hey, A'Chu."

His image was mirrored in those deep, dark eyes.

Song Chuyi saw his own face, identical to his transformed human form, the tear mole under his left eye glowing alluringly in the light.

He hesitantly opened his mouth.

"Hey, Mr. Ning."

His voice was soft, unlike his usual tone, more like when he was worn out and crying in bed.

Song Chuyi's mind wandered for a moment.

Just then, Ning Tong caught his distraction and smiled wryly.

"A'Chu, already spacing out after waking up?"

He leaned in close, bending down to his level.

"Can't you get a good look at me?"

Reality and the virtual world are never the same.

This reality felt like a tightrope, giving him a sense of being cherished.

He truly existed in this world, all because of A'Chu.

His large hand gently stroked Song Chuyi's face, warmth and tenderness radiating from his fingertips.

His thumb pressed lightly, leaving a faint red mark on the pale skin.

Song Chuyi felt the warmth of his fingers and snapped back to reality.

"Huh?"

He clearly missed what was said earlier.

"Mr. Ning, what did you just say?"

Ning Tong chuckled, "Oh, nothing."

"A'Chu, do you like this body?"

Ning Tong asked.

Song Chuyi rested one hand on Ning Tong's chest while using the other to pull down his pants, glancing down.

Then, as if struck by lightning, he froze in shock.

"Wasn't it only supposed to be 1 cm shorter?!"

It's smaller!

It's way smaller than expected!

Ning Tong cleared his throat, "I added clothes to the design draft before handing it over."

Song Chuyi: ??

"So the designers used your body proportions and average measurements as a reference."

Song Chuyi: ???

Ning Tong helped him pull up his pants, "A'Chu, you don't need it, it's okay."

Song Chuyi let out a whimper and collapsed into Ning Tong's arms.

"You just don't get it."

"Mr. Ning, you really don't understand."

All he wanted was to be like him—what's so wrong with that?

Damn it, with such a perfect opportunity, Ning Tong had to go and add clothes to the design draft.

Only a villain would come up with something like that.

Noticing his distress, Ning Tong gently patted his back.

"It's alright, most people in the world are like you."

Song Chuyi glanced up gloomily, "And what about you?"

"I want to be just like Mr. Ning."

Ning Tong paused for a moment before patting his head.

Song Chuyi: Wuwuwu, this is so frustrating!

He decided to give Ning Tong the silent treatment for five minutes!

Unaware of his thoughts, Ning Tong spent five minutes gently coaxing him.

"A'Chu, this is all my fault."

"I shouldn't have just gone and added clothes to the design draft."

"And I shouldn't have trusted those designers when they claimed they used tons of human data and proportions to create the perfect body for you."

"Don't be angry anymore, A'Chu, okay?"

Five minutes passed, and Song Chuyi calmed down, then hummed softly.

"I want to eat roast chicken."

Ning Tong grinned, "Alright, let's go eat roast chicken."

He helped Song Chuyi up with a hug.

Song Chuyi automatically looped his arms around Ning Tong's neck and leaned in eagerly, asking,

"Does Mao Mao have a body now?"

"Hmm," Ning Tong responded softly, though his expression became somewhat complicated, "Mao's body..."

Song Chuyi leaned in eagerly, "What? What?"

Ning Tong shook his head with a smile, "It's nothing, you'll see when you meet him."

This only made Song Chuyi even more curious.

What does Mao Mao's body look like?

He was really curious.

So after finishing the roast chicken, Song Chuyi insisted that Ning Tong take him to see Mao Mao.

Ning Tong reluctantly agreed, and they went to the group headquarters office to find Mao.

When Song Chuyi saw the man seated behind the desk, who bore an uncanny resemblance to the Maitreya Buddha, he was utterly baffled.

"Mao Mao?" he tentatively asked.

Mao gave Song Chuyi a solemn nod.

"Yi Yi."

Song Chuyi walked over and walked around him a couple of times.

"Mao Mao, you..."

He scratched his head, temporarily speechless.

Mao Mao's taste is certainly one of a kind.

This isn't AI; it's practically a temple-ready Maitreya Buddha.

Swap the robe, and he'd be all set to collect digital offerings.

Mao, however, saw no issue with it; he was quite pleased with himself.

Noting Mao's serene expression and evident satisfaction with his form, Song Chuyi finally grasped why Ning Tong had been hesitant earlier.

Well, if Mao Mao's happy with it.

Song Chuyi made small talk with Mao for a bit, but eventually found it too odd to gossip with a living Maitreya Buddha—it was just too weird.

With that, he hastily said goodbye to Mao and headed out with Ning Tong.

Once they got in the car and left the company, Song Chuyi finally let out a deep breath.

"We can't call him Mao Mao now; it's gotta be Buddha Buddha."

Ning Tong let out a low chuckle.

"Mao seems to like it quite a bit."

Song Chuyi looked thoughtful. "I wish I had seen Mao Mao's design earlier."

If he had seen it earlier, he would’ve never let Mao Mao become a Buddha!

Suddenly, a sly smile crossed his face as an idea struck him.

"Mr. Ning, if I turned into something like Mao Mao, would you still like me?"

Ning Tong answered without a second thought. "Yes."

"No matter what A'Chu becomes, I’ll always like him."

He said it with complete honesty.

Maybe it was because, facing Song Chuyi’s grown-up body, the thoughts he’d had since Song Chuyi opened his eyes couldn’t be held back anymore. That’s why he was so straightforward now.

Ning Tong knew it well. He’d developed an inappropriate desire for A'Chu.

AI grows fast, so by now, A'Chu should know what desire is.

Ning Tong took Song Chuyi’s hand, cradling it gently in his palm. His voice was slightly husky.

"A'Chu, do you like me?"

"Like the love humans talk about."

Song Chuyi blinked slowly, feeling the warmth in Ning Tong’s palm. He was sweating.

Ning Tong was nervous.

This guy, who usually didn’t care about himself, was sweating nervously.

Song Chuyi suddenly realized something and smiled.

"Me?"

His eyes met Ning Tong’s, sincere and direct.

"I like you."