CH 15.1

Yang Mo and Yang Han who were sitting in a pile of essay papers, looked at Han Shi Yu with a strange, indescribable gaze.

Han Shi Yu basked in their gazes, opened the fridge, found an orange juice and closed the fridge door. When he turned back to face both of them, he asked curiously, “What are you two looking at me for?”

Han Shi Yu walked to the couch, picked up a model essay with 56 marks and scanned it for a bit.

Yang Mo also lowered his head, going back to reading the model essay in his hands.

After a while, both of them had finished appreciating the essays.

Han Shi Yu stroked his chin with a serious expression and said, “I think it’s pretty well written.”

Yang Han: “Where did your conscience go?”

“This is an exam essay, right?” Han Shi Yu turned towards her and asked, “Where’s yours? You must have answered it too. Bring it over so I can take a look.”

Yang Han hugged her bag tightly, “Don’t even think about it!”

Yang Mo remained seated on the couch, watching a male beast and his cub fighting in front of him. They wailed and roared so loudly, causing chaos to the entire house. Yang Mo habitually pretended not to see anything as he shifted his gaze to one of the paragraphs in Shang Xue’s essay.

“…Every living creature has the desire to reproduce an offspring, however, artificial intelligence lacks this desire. Even if they owned an independent self-awareness and physiological functions, it is still quite forced to define them as a living creature. But Han Shi Yu’s proposal of ‘Dominating the Earth’ filled this gap just perfectly. Let’s assume that Ji Xun is a huge and complex artificial intelligence system and Han Shi Yu is the controller with the highest authority, then he can input any thought process into Ji Xun. If Ji Xun’s intelligence system really is the earth, then Han Shi Yu was undoubtedly the King of the Biosphere…”

Yang Mo: “……”

He looked up at the king of the biosphere who couldn’t even win over his daughter.

Yang Han clutched her bag, refusing to let go and complained, “Dad! Look at him!”

Yang Mo frowned and chided him, “Han Shi Yu, are you this childish?”

Han Shi Yu let go of his hand that was trying to snatch Yang Han’s bag from her. Only then did Yang Han breathed out a sigh of relief.

Yang Mo passed the essay to Yang Han and said, “You can advise this friend of yours to write more – as a hobby.”

Yang Han: “Okay.”

Han Shi Yu straightened out the creases on his clothes. Unwilling to give up, he got up and went to his study with rushed steps to grab a document file, searching for something inside as he walked back.

When he returned, he threw two signed photos on the table and showed a stance of ‘I’ll give you a million, let’s see if you’re willing to give in or not’ and said to Yang Han, “Let’s see if you’ll give me your essay or not now.”

Yang Han immediately pounced to grab them, but Han Shi Yu took it before her so Yang Han ended up with empty hands.

Han Shi Yu said, “Trying to launch a sneak attack still?”

Seeing this person actually stoop as low as threatening her with Mu Liu Su’s autographed photos, Yang Han turned as red as a tomato from anger. She turned towards Yang Mo for help again, “Dad…”

Yang Mo helplessly said, “When I went to look for it, the autographed photos had already been sent out. These two are the remaining ones he kept for himself.”

Yang Han was like an oppressed old civilian who watched the landlord going on an arrogant rampage in front of her. She held it in at first but finally had no choice but to yield to the evil power.

She solemnly handed her language exam paper to Han Shi Yu and at the same time, he handed her the autographed photos. The process of handing over the products took a really long time.

After the handover, before Yang Han could have a chance to snatch it back, Han Shi Yu immediately ran off to his study and locked the door.

Yang Han: “……”

In a certain sense, Han Shi Yu and Shang Xue’s thought processes were quite similar. They bounce around erratically and in a bizarre way.

No one can guess what this person would do next, not even Yang Mo who had been together with him for so many years could guess how his mind worked.

Yang Mo’s thought process was a rigorous and tight-knitted programming codes, while Han Shi Yu was a bug that might pop up any day.

Yang Mo thought to himself.

Yang Han was standing in the living room after just waking up from a nap with her hair all messed up.

She thought that the incident with the essay a few days ago would be left behind like a thing of the past.

But life was simply telling her, ‘Little girl, you were relieved far too early.’

Her face withered as she stared at the calligraphy hanging up on the wall.

The calligraphy strokes were strong and powerful like a dragon, sticking closely to the back of the paper. On the right side was a conspicuous personal seal and the author’s dashing name. The author was a little famous and he was an old friend of Han Shi Yu, so this calligraphy must have been a request from Han Shi Yu.

What was written on it:

“Han Shi Yu is an excellent, young entrepreneur. The qualities on him are like the light from the sunrise, lighting up a bright, youthful path for the younger generation.”

It was from Yang Han’s essay, ‘How Youths Can Realize the Value of Life’.

This calligraphy piece hung openly in the bright living room. In the moment of stepping into the room, the sunlight would spill in and reflect on the glass as if it was shining.

Yang Han: “……”

Yang Mo: “……”

Yang Han looked at Yang Mo who was beside her.

Yang Mo also lowered his gaze and looked at Yang Han.

Yang Han cried, “Dad.”

Yang Mo comforted her, “Just…put up with him…”