Their king should be easy to get along with.
The robot, confused, asked, "Does what Wang said about giving a name still stand?"
Ji Zhaoming was somewhat surprised: "Of course, if you don't mind. What's your surname?"
The little robot glanced at Gu Yunzhou, "Gu!"
They were all the leader's men, so naturally they all shared the leader's surname.
Ji Zhaoming, unaware of the mystery, assumed the little robot just happened to share the same surname as their leader. He held the little robot in his hand, patted its head, and said with a smile, "Then can I call you Gu He?"
Like a crane, though the world is vast, where can one fly?
Gu He said happily, "Thank you, Wang."
The remaining robots all looked at Gu He with envy.
However, he didn't have the courage to make the suggestion to the king.
After all, it looked like the leader was about to reinstall Gu He's system at any moment.
Gu Yunzhou suddenly pulled Ji Zhaoming, took Gu He from Ji Zhaoming's hand with his large hand, put him in his pocket, and held Ji Zhaoming's hand without changing his expression: "Weren't you going out? Here."
Ji Zhaoming glanced at their tightly clasped hands.
Gu Yunzhou not only doesn't look like a robot, but his body temperature is also different; he's warm and feels exceptionally comfortable to touch.
It must be said that Chief Gu's appearance gave Ji Zhaoming a great sense of security.
He followed Gu Yunzhou outside the door.
Outside was a world covered in silver, with heavy white snow hitting our faces and cold winds blowing in gusts.
No wonder they gave him such a thick coat.
After changing into the prepared cotton shoes, Ji Zhaoming took his first step into this new world.
The soft snow was immediately trampled into a hole.
Ji Zhaoming lives in the south and rarely sees such heavy snow. He soon had a great time playing in the snow.
This world is different from the world Ji Zhaoming lived in. Even in winter, the surrounding trees are still lush and green, and you can even see unknown fruits growing on them.
Ji Zhaoming, his face flushed red from the wind as he walked through the snow, was momentarily lost in thought as he watched the large snowflakes fall before him. He tugged at Gu Yunzhou, who was standing beside him, and asked, "What's that?"
Gu Yunzhou glanced at it: "Red fruit."
He swiftly grabbed several fruits, then pulled out a bowl-like device from his pocket, washed the fruits, and handed it to Ji Zhaoming.
It looks a bit like a grape, except the skin is red. Seeing that Gu Yunzhou didn't object, Ji Zhaoming carefully put the fruit in his mouth, his face instantly scrunched up, and he mumbled, "Sour."
It was too sour, so astringent that his gums ached, and it was also a bit hard to chew.
Gu Yunzhou stretched out his hand: "Spit it out."
"This won't do!" Ji Zhaoming forced back the sourness in his mouth and swallowed the red fruit. After finishing it, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
Coupled with her already flushed face, she looked like she had been bullied.
Gu Yunzhou apologized: "It's my fault."
After getting used to the sour taste, Ji Zhaoming actually began to appreciate the sweetness that followed.
Perhaps because it was too sour earlier, the sweetness was particularly noticeable. Ji Zhaoming's eyes lit up, and he shook his head: "No, it's delicious."
Gu Yunzhou's fingers twitched slightly, but he quickly regained control.
Apart from the building where Ji Zhaoming had come out earlier, there were no other buildings in this place. Such a large place looked completely empty.
After watching for a while, Ji Zhaoming suggested, "How about we build a snowman?"
He stretched out his hand and pointed to an open space in front of him: "Piling up a hundred of them wouldn't be a problem!"
He hasn't tried building a snowman yet.
Gu Yunzhou readily agreed: "I'll have them build them. Once Wang wakes up, I guarantee they'll all be snowmen."
Immediately afterwards, he saw Ji Zhaoming's face fall.
Ji Zhaoming said righteously, "This thing is more fun to build by yourself."
The old-fashioned Gu Yunzhou couldn't understand this hobby.
Ji Zhaoming moved his coat back a little, revealing his fair hands. His fingertips were slightly red from the cold as he moved away from the heater, and a red bracelet was tied around his white wrist.
Squatting down, Ji Zhaoming placed the hand warmer in his arms and scooped up a handful of snow.
Ji Zhaoming exclaimed in delight, "So soft!"
The snow in the south was pitifully light, let alone enough to play in. Ji Zhaoming, however, was in a playful mood. He kneaded a snowball into a ball, raised an eyebrow, and threw it at Gu Yunzhou under his watchful gaze.
Gu Yunzhou didn't dodge, letting the snowballs hit him.
Ji Zhaoming felt guilty instantly and brushed the snow off Gu Yunzhou: "Why didn't you dodge?"
With her head slightly lowered, her soft, medium-length hair obediently clung to her neck, revealing only a hint of her charm, while the rest was hidden by the wide, fluffy collar.
But Gu Yunzhou knew that, under the baptism of snow, his king's entire body was flushed red.
Fingers are a particularly high-risk area.
Just as Ji Zhaoming touched Gu Yunzhou's abdomen, his hand was grabbed.
"Hmm?" Ji Zhaoming looked at Gu Yunzhou strangely, then his pupils contracted sharply.
Gu Yunzhou actually put his reddened fingers in his mouth.
This robot, which had been pretending to be human for so long, eventually revealed its weakness—there was no saliva in its mouth.
Ji Zhaoming stared wide-eyed as if his lifeline had been seized; if he had ears, they would probably have stood up straight.
His face was already small, and under the fuzz of his clothes, he looked even more like the Little Prince from the book.
Seeing Wang's surprised look, Gu Yunzhou fell into deep thought.
So... what's the most suitable match for the fragile Little Prince?
A note from the author:
Of course, it's with the evil dragon! 0v0 (x)
Hehe, I'm giving out red envelopes for comments on this chapter qwq I want to see your comments, will you satisfy my little greed qwq?
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Chapter 5
Please lead them to victory.
Even though his fingertips weren't spit out any saliva, Ji Zhaoming was startled and quickly pulled his hand back, staring at Gu Yunzhou with wide eyes and a accusing look.
Gu Yunzhou's heart skipped a beat, and he regretfully released his mouth: "It's cold."
Ji Zhaoming's ears were red from the cold or from the heat, and he mumbled a couple of "hmm" sounds. He put his hands back on the heater and looked down at the snow on the ground.
Upon hearing the noise, a head popped out of Gu Yunzhou's coat pocket; it was Gu He.
Gu He jumped onto the snow, half of his body sinking in, and asked, "Does Your Majesty want to build a snowman? Can I help?"
Ji Zhaoming didn't dare look at Gu Yunzhou, but instead smiled and said, "Then you'll have to go back to your original height."
Otherwise, with its tiny appearance, it would be hard to tell whether he built the snowman or the snowflakes built him.
This was no difficult task. In the blink of an eye, Gu He returned to his original state, raised his hand to catch a handful of snowflakes from the air, and reverently presented them to Ji Zhaoming.
These snowflakes fell from the sky, not yet touched by the dust of the world, pure white, just like his king.
Other races say that robots don't understand emotions, and even if it's not love, Gu He doesn't know if the beating heart he feels right now is part of his emotions.
He thought the king in front of him was the most handsome, so handsome that he couldn't take his eyes off him.
Gu He has many precious things he could give to the king, but now...
He tried hard to force a smile, and holding the snowflakes, he said, "These are for the King."
The smile was somewhat awkward, but the warmth hidden beneath it seemed capable of melting even the snow of winter.
Ji Zhaoming accepted the gift with a flattered expression, but said with considerable regret, "It's a pity there's no way to preserve it."
Then, a bright smile appeared on her face, and she said in a clear voice, "Thank you, Gu He."
This was the first gift the robot gave him.
Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the snowflakes are, they will eventually melt when the sun comes out.
Ji Zhaoming's face showed a pained expression.
Gu Yunzhou immediately took out a porcelain bottle from his sleeve and said, "You can put it in there."
I don't know what Gu Yunzhou's sleeves are made of, they look like a magic bag.
Curious, she took the porcelain bottle. It wasn't as cold as she had imagined; instead, it seemed to have been deliberately warmed up. But since it was given to her by Gu Yunzhou, it must be fine.
Ji Zhaoming squatted down and carefully placed the snowflakes into the porcelain bottle. Although the outside of the bottle was warm, the snowflakes did not melt at all.
Ji Zhaoming carefully placed it in his bosom: "I will definitely keep it safe."
The code, honed by time, suddenly went mad, beeping incessantly and excitedly spinning around. Gu He wished he could immediately create millions of snowmen for Wangdui to express his joy.
Ji Zhaoming watched and laughed along. He was about to roll up his sleeves when he suddenly remembered Gu Yunzhou's earlier gesture of holding his hand in his mouth. He hesitated for a moment and then put them back down.
Gu Yunzhou narrowed his eyes.
He then pulled out a ribbon from his sleeve. The bright red ribbon was embroidered with idle clouds. He lowered his eyes and carefully tied up Ji Zhaoming's sleeve, which was in the way.
Ji Zhaoming was already fair-skinned, and with her white coat, her delicate face was framed by fluffy fur.
This red ribbon added a touch of vibrancy to the otherwise white outfit.
Ji Zhaoming shuffled his feet on the snow, finally finishing tying his clothes. He suddenly tugged at Gu Yunzhou's sleeve and whispered, "Do you want to come along?"
"Okay," Gu Yunzhou replied.
Neither Gu Yunzhou nor Gu He had ever built a snowman before. However, after only taking a few steps forward, they had successfully retrieved all the information about snowmen from the massive database.