CH 5

The little thing throwing at his feet was a robot that was just at his knee. It had a design of a childish cartoon with a plump body, looked extremely clumsy, and there were two ridiculous rabbit ears on its head, which were its information receivers.

As for why Ji Xingjue knew that they were information receivers… was because he made this robot by himself.

When Qi Qing was sixteen years old, Ji Xingjue completed the production of the little robot alone and gave it to Qi Qing as a gift.

He thought that Qi Qing had already destroyed the robot nicknamed “Dan Dan” long ago.

[T/N: Testicles. What a nickname!]

The little robot joyfully turned to Qi Qing, looking a little silly, “Papa, you brought Mama back!”

Ji Xingjue’s already complicated mood suddenly became more complicated. He raised his foot and gently kicked the little thing. Seeing that it almost fell face down and still turned back up, he didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “After so many years, the language system is still disordered, who is your mother!”

The little robot’s intelligent system wasn’t high enough to understand what he meant. It wasn’t angry even after being kicked, and excitedly circled around him: “Mama! Mama!”

Back then when he wanted to set nicknames for the owner of the little robot, Ji Xingjue wanted to play a prank, and typed “Papa” and “Mama” to it.

Who would have imagined that his Confucian study of ethics skill wasn’t highly perfected, the little robot had only two master permissions. After Qi Qing gave him the second master permission, the little robot, by default calling Qi Qing “Papa” and Ji Xingjue “Mama”, which couldn’t be changed.

Ji Xing felt dumbfounded on the spot when he heard the little robot yell “Mama” to him.

He picked up the little robot, intending to destroy it immediately, but was stopped by Qi Qing.

Later, he worked hard studying robotics language systems, and finally figured out a way to modify the language program. He confidently went to find Qi Qing, and wanted to bring the little robot back for repairs, but Qi Qing spread his both hands in despair: “I don’t know where I put it.”

The young master had fresh toys every day, and the unremarkable little robot was thrown away somewhere, which was normal.

Ji Xingjue was inevitably disappointed, but gradually, he forgot about it.

With a “click” behind him, Qi Qing entered as he closed the door.

He carried the luggage that was forgotten to the back of his head, and his tone was neither salty nor light: “Oh? I thought you had forgotten it.”

“I also didn’t expect that Lord Marshal would actually keep the robot I gave you.” Ji Xingjue got a headache when the little robot called “mama, mama”, as he carried the little guy to observe.

More than ten years had passed, and the little robot was still brand new with no difference from when he first sent it out. There was no sign of rust, seemingly to be well taken care of daily.

“It’s quite stupid,” Qi Qing lowered his thin eyelids as he leaned against the wall. The long military boots wrapped his calves perfectly, making his legs extraordinarily slender, “Like you.”

Ji Xingjue: “……”

Thinking of the suspicious and unclear agreement he signed with his own hands, Ji Xingjue had no choice but to pretend he hadn’t heard it. He squashed the little robot and chose to change the subject: “The elements I used at the time were not good. After so many years, it’s estimated that there will be a lot of problems. The combat function and the family function are not perfect, the system is also the version from more than ten years ago, it’s useless if you keep it, and…”

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Yes, this is a story about raising a ball (Qi Qing: ?)