“Mr. Yi, your psychological problems may be more serious than you think.” Jian Yunxian’s voice came from behind.
Yi Heye felt a surge of irritation, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth, saying, "...It's none of your business."
Jian Yunxian leaned against the door frame, looking at him from afar: "I guess you probably don't need my care much."
The word "care" once again made the competitive Yi Heye feel like he had a thorn in his side. He recalled some old scenes, and for a moment his emotions fluctuated so much that he couldn't even speak. He could only turn away, panting.
"I'll be going now," Jian Yunxian said. "I still have some things to take care of at school."
Yi Heye opened his eyes, then painfully closed them again: "...Hmm."
Since the other party is Jian Yunxian, then forget it.
After the living room door was closed, Yi Heye slowly opened his eyes.
His bloodshot eyes were fogged up by the high fever, making him look hazy and listless. His throat was swollen, and his entire respiratory tract felt like it was on fire.
He had no strength left in his body, but the nausea, palpitations, and pain made it impossible for him to fall asleep.
He gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, enduring the rising discomfort while secretly enjoying and anticipating what was to come.
At this point, his consciousness was already somewhat blurred, and the world before his eyes became shaky and indistinguishable from reality.
"Ono is malfunctioning again."
In a daze, he seemed to hear the voice of a woman devoid of emotion.
"Temperature 41 degrees Celsius, heart rate 128 bpm, systolic blood pressure 86/53 mmHg, significant lung inflammation; emergency medical intervention required..."
In his blurry vision, he seemed to see "Mom" rummaging through the medicine box for medicine, and then bringing over ice water and a towel.
He instinctively leaned forward, wanting to bury himself in his "mother's" arms, but when he reached for nothing, his heart raced, and he suddenly opened his eyes—
There were no men or women, no medicine or towels, nothing at all.
He stared blankly at the empty room in front of him, and then felt a sense of loss.
Feeling a pang of discomfort in his heart, Yi Heye collapsed back into the covers, his bloodshot eyes vacant and unfocused, lost in thought.
Just then, the sound of rolling wheels suddenly came from the doorway. Yi Heye instinctively reached for his gun in a defensive stance, and then saw his robot vacuum cleaner suddenly stick its head out.
He stared blankly at the doorway, and then saw a little robot carrying a lamb on its back, with a water cup and a bottle of fever reducer in the lamb's arms.
"Giddy up!" The little sheep waved the whip, and the robot vacuum cleaner, headless, turned a corner and headed towards Yi Heye's bed.
As Yi Heye watched the sheep's movements, he thought of the online image of a sheep riding a pig. Although he couldn't laugh, he did feel much more relaxed.
"Whoa!" Just as it was about to crash into the bedside table, the little lamb pulled back from the brink, forcing its mount to stop.
The water in the glass sloshed around, thankfully it didn't spill.
"Beep beep!" said the little sheep riding on the robot's back, looking up. "Please sign for this!"
Yi Heye knew that subconsciously he longed to be taken care of, but in front of Jian Yunxian, he couldn't swallow his pride and give in, because the man's near-perfect appearance always gave him a great sense of pressure.
But the little lamb in front of him was different. It looked quite comical, its round and chubby appearance making it seem like it could trip and fall after just a few steps, so he wasn't wary of it at all.
He almost forgot that this was SHEEP, the prey he had been coveting for a long time.
Yi Heye felt that he had been running a fever for quite a while, and if he didn't take fever-reducing medicine soon, he was afraid that his brain would be damaged. So he instinctively bent down to get it.
The little lamb flew up to him and said, "How about that! I just learned how to control your little robot!"
This guy is, after all, a holographic projection, and even getting in touch with Yi Heye's real body is a problem, so he took it upon himself to tame the household appliances to help him out.
However, Yiheye's home has very few smart features. It took Xiaoyang a lot of effort to figure out how to use a not-so-smart robot vacuum cleaner to accomplish the great feat of remote medicine delivery.
Yi Heye picked up the cup, drank the fever reducer, and then felt unwell again. Without saying anything, he shrank back into the quilt.
Seeing that Yi Heye did not object or reject it, the little sheep flew out again and rode back on its hovering projection ball.
The base of the small ball was hooked with a wet, ice-cold towel, which rolled around the propeller above its head with a huff and puff. Then, under the precise command of the little sheep, it slowly hovered above Yi Heye's head and placed the towel on Yi Heye's forehead.
Yi Heye, whose body was burning hot, felt a cool sensation on his forehead, and the unbearable heat was instantly reduced by half.
Yi Heye's brows gradually relaxed, and in his dazed state, he seemed to fall back into those cold arms.
Seeing that he had gradually closed his eyes peacefully, the little lamb waved and led the robots to prepare to leave.
Just a second before the lamb left the room, Yi Heye, still dazed and unconscious, frowned and murmured, "Mommy..."
The little lamb stopped and looked back at Yi Heye, blinking its round eyes.
In a daze, Yi Heye vaguely heard a voice say, "Mom is here."
He seemed to see the woman sit quietly and woodenly beside his bed, checking his various physiological indicators as she said, "Your body temperature is returning to normal."
"Mom" was never good at comforting people, and Yi Heye had never heard a lullaby before, but as long as he drank a glass of milk and held "Mom's" arm, he could fall asleep quickly.
Perhaps preoccupied with something, Yi Heye vaguely felt something hugging him, something much softer than his mother's arms and not so cold. He instantly felt at ease and fell peacefully asleep.
Perhaps because he was so ill, Yi Heye slept for a long time. His whole body ached terribly, but when he thought of the words "Mom is here," all the discomfort and pain disappeared.
When he woke up, most of his discomfort had subsided under the effects of the medicine, and his entire body was soaked in sweat.
Still half asleep and not yet opening his eyes, his sluggish reflexes suddenly kicked in ahead of time. He remembered the mutterings he had made before falling asleep and was suddenly filled with terror.
Sure enough, when I opened my eyes, I was holding a fat sheep pillow that I didn't know where it came from, with the words "MOMMY" crookedly embroidered on its chest.
Yi Heye's lips twitched immediately.
Sure enough, as soon as I looked up, I saw the little white sheep that had been sleeping lightly next to my pillow open its eyes.
"Oh, my little sweetheart!" The little lamb pounced over dramatically, "Mommy's darling is finally awake!"
Author's Note:
I want a male mother! I want a sheep mother!! (crossed out)
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I promised to give you the big bonus, but I have to work the night shift and I just can't stay awake! I apologize to everyone, work is just too busy! But I can still guarantee 3,000 words a day, thank you for your understanding (bows).
Chapter 26, number 026
Yi Heye found himself gradually maturing.
When faced with a lamb rushing towards him, he has learned to control his emotions immediately and not get angry, because anger is bad for his health.
He stared at SHEEP for three seconds, his expression surprisingly calm: "I'm cursed to bring misfortune to my mother. Think it over before you speak."
The lamb's smile froze for half a second before she quickly changed the subject: "Are you feeling better?"
Yi Heye moved his limbs. His upper respiratory symptoms had not completely disappeared, and his limbs were slightly weak, but he felt much better overall.
"Hmm." Yi Heye rolled up his pajama sleeves and stared at him intently. "Now you can take down a fat sheep with one punch."
The lamb immediately flew half a meter away in fright, clinging to the door frame and staring at him warily.
Yi Heye chuckled almost inaudibly, then said coldly, "Turn around, I need to change my clothes."
The little lamb obediently turned away, covered its eyes, and stuck out its tail.
Yi Heye's bottom line was gradually lowering. He could now sleep in the same room with this sheep without any reservations, and he could no longer care about changing clothes in front of him.
After quickly changing, Yi Heye got up and opened the window—
Outside the window, the air quality was terrible, the buildings were cramped and crowded, and the sky was gloomy and overcast...
Everything was still as he knew it, clearly identifiable as dirty and messy, instead of a blurry mosaic.
Yi Heye breathed a sigh of relief; this time it really wasn't a dream.
He turned around, poured himself a glass of milk, then sat down at the table and stared blankly at the game helmet on it.
This thing almost killed him. If it weren't for Jian Yunxian's timely help, he would already be a cold corpse in the morgue, one of the newly added sudden death cases on the police report.
Seeing Yi Heye sit down at the computer desk again, the fluttering moth sheep quickly flapped its invisible wings and flew over: "You're not in such a hurry to continue playing games now, are you? Do you have to be so dedicated?"
Yi Heye coughed lightly and shook his head: "Not for now, we can't win in this condition."
He recalled his recent encounter with Blue Sheep, whose uncanny speed had once again brought him to a phantom pain. He glanced down at his prosthetic limb and flexed his finger joints.
Hearing this, the little lamb felt relieved: "I'll conserve my energy and get back to normal before coming back."
Yi Heye remained noncommittal, buried his head in his mouth and took a sip of fragrant milk, his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxing.
He leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and slowly stroked the knuckles of the robotic arm, his mind beginning to process the details of his time with Blue Sheep.
The pain that guy inflicted on him was so intense that when Yi Heye recalled that battle, all that came to mind was overwhelming pain and despair.
His face began to turn pale again, and his fingers trembled slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.
However, with his thoughts in complete disarray, Yi Heye pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.
"You don't need to feel so much pressure." The little sheep flew onto his shoulder and massaged his shoulder in the air. "After all, this is their own territory."
These words seemed to give Yi Heye a bit of inspiration. He leaned on the table and slowly recalled what the blue sheep had said:
"I just really hate having other people in the world I create."
He immediately looked up, picked up the phone, and dialed Song Zhouzhou.
Seeing that this person prioritized asking others for help, the little lamb angrily turned its back and sat down, leaving Yi Heye with a white, fluffy lamb rear end.
Song Zhouzhou: "Hello? Xiao Yi?"
"Um... I have a question for you." When the call connected, Yi Heye stared at the sheep's butt in front of him, almost unable to look away. "I heard that Siwei's network security is very good."
“Of course,” Song Zhouzhou said. “Their chief programmer is my senior, who used to be a top cybersecurity expert. You could say that, apart from SHEEP, almost no one could get past his firewall.”
Yi Heye looked up at the sullen sheep's buttocks in front of him: "What if we're sure it's not SHEEP?"
Song Zhouzhou: "...What?"
“I mean, I can confirm that the blue sheep that appeared in this game is not SHEEP,” Yi Heye said. “I want to ask, besides him, who else could do that?”
“Impossible.” Song Zhouzhou said decisively, “It’s impossible. Even I can’t get into their back-end system. You could say that no one but their own people can recreate a scene of their own in the game.”
Yi Heye remained silent, which forced Song Zhouzhou to join him in silence for a moment.
Song Zhouzhou: "You mean..."
"Why can't it be one of our own?" Yi Heye asked.