Gu Yunzhou frowned: This snowman doesn't even look as good as their robots, with just two arms and two balls. I don't know why it was once one of the activities that humans loved.
His gaze shifted to Ji Zhaoming, who was walking briskly, and he added in his mind: "Still so cold."
Gu Yunzhou has his own set of rules, defining what is worth doing and what is not.
If it weren't for Ji Zhaoming, building a snowman would definitely be at the top of the list of the ten things that are least worth doing.
Ji Zhaoming had no idea what the two robots next to him were thinking. He found an open space, right by the gate, or stood by the window or door, in a place where he could see them at a glance.
It was actually his first time building a snowman, so he could only rely on his senses. He first kneaded the snow into a ball, and then gathered the surrounding snow little by little. Because it was a bit cold, he had to put his hands on the heater from time to time.
Compared to Ji Zhaoming's slow pace, the two robots next to him were much faster. Ji Zhaoming's first snowball was only halfway there when the two robots were already building the second one.
Ji Zhaoming secretly increased his speed.
By the time he finished building the first snowball, the two robots next to him had already finished.
Ji Zhaoming felt a tickle in his heart, curious about what kind of thing the two of them had piled up, so he secretly peeked over there.
Ji Zhaoming: ...
Ji Zhaoming fell silent.
There's no other reason than that these two snowmen are works of art, and people would believe it.
It was clearly carved to resemble him.
The only difference is that Gu He's carving has no face, while Gu Yunzhou is still looking down, taking out a tiny needle from somewhere and slowly carving a face.
A mouth, a small nose, and finally, the hand lingered on the eyes, hesitating to make a move.
Ji Zhaoming waited and waited, but couldn't help asking, "Why did you stop?"
Gu Yunzhou abruptly pulled back the needle, turned his head away, and didn't dare to look any further: "It's blasphemy."
There is an ancient legend about adding the finishing touch to a painting of a dragon's eyes. Gu Yunzhou was afraid that if the eyes were painted, his king would leave.
Just as his king came so suddenly, without any warning.
Ji Zhaoming chuckled and said, "How could that be?"
Gu Yunzhou was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes and asked, "Will the king leave because of my blasphemy?"
Gu He thought the king was leaving and hurriedly asked, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, are you leaving? Where is Your Majesty going? Can you take us with you?"
Ji Zhaoming finally understood what Gu Yunzhou meant.
Because he understood, he didn't know how to answer—he couldn't make that promise.
Gu Yunzhou's eyes were like bottomless black holes, dark and gloomy, without a trace of light.
Ji Zhaoming's breathing quickened.
Fortunately, Gu Yunzhou didn't ask any further questions. He simply brushed the snow off his clothes and said calmly, "I'll build another one."
He turned to the side and gently patted Gu He's back, telling Gu He not to squeeze next to Ji Zhaoming.
Gu He pursed his lips, not daring to disobey.
Even though they had only known each other for less than a day, Ji Zhaoming didn't want to see any uncomfortable expressions on their faces.
Although Gu Yunzhou maintained a blank expression, Ji Zhaoming knew that he was unhappy.
Looking at Gu Yunzhou's profile, Ji Zhaoming felt a strange sense of familiarity, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember.
Ji Zhaoming suddenly called out, "Gu... Gu Yunzhou."
Upon hearing the shout, Gu Yunzhou put down what he was holding without saying a word, immediately turned around, stared intently into Ji Zhaoming's eyes, and slowly asked, "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"
Ji Zhaoming remembered.
The voice was almost identical to the one that called out to him when he was hit by the car.
Ji Zhaoming said, "Ji Zhaoming, you can just call me Ji Zhaoming."
Gu Yunzhou lowered his head slightly and remained silent.
Gu He was so surprised that he stammered, "Your Majesty, how can this be?"
Although he greatly admired their leader, he was a king!
How can they call their king, their god, by his name?
Ji Zhaoming exclaimed "Ah!" and tilted his head, but didn't force the issue: "Hmm, okay."
He fiddled with the snowflakes in his hands, asking in his mind: "Are you still there?"
The system in my mind responded quickly: [What's wrong?]
Ji Zhaoming asked: "What did you mean when you said you would lead them to victory? Also, where is this?"
His mind was a jumble of thoughts, one thing after another, and he hadn't had a chance to ask.
Although he didn't ask, Ji Zhaoming had a vague idea of what was going on.
As expected, the system replied: [Complete the mission to return to your original world.]
Ji Zhaoming was attaching two arms to the snowman when he lost his balance and the arms almost fell off. Fortunately, Gu Yunzhou, who was standing next to him, caught them in time and helped attach them.
Ji Zhaoming: [How do I complete the mission?]
System: [Lead them to victory.]
Ji Zhaoming: [What is victory?]
System: [Victory: According to the encyclopedia, it refers to achieving the expected goal; it is the opposite of failure.]
Ji Zhaoming: ...
Alright, listening to your words is like listening to a lecture.
Ji Zhaoming had no choice but to ask: "You need to give me a hint: what constitutes victory?"
I haven't received a reply yet.
Just as Ji Zhaoming was about to give up, he suddenly heard a faint sigh in his mind.
However, the system quickly reverted to its cold, impersonal voice: "You are their king."
Of course Ji Zhaoming knew.
so what?
Could it be that the robots want to have their wishes fulfilled, and as the king, he intends to help them achieve them?
If each person has a wish, does he have to help them fulfill it one by one?
How many robots were there in total...?
With the last snowball in place, the snowman's shape was complete. Gu Yunzhou handed over two black buttons, which Ji Zhaoming quickly took and attached.
Ji Zhaoming tentatively asked, "What is your wish?"
Gu Yunzhou answered quickly: "No."
Ji Zhaoming persisted: "Think about it again? Or do you know what their wishes are?"
Gu Yunzhou did indeed pause for a moment to think, but soon he raised his head again, staring intently at his king, a hint of warmth emanating from his icy face.
"The king's wish is our wish."
Ji Zhaoming was stunned.
He then realized that Gu Yunzhou's face, even in his time, would have been considered that of a handsome young man who could easily make a living based on his looks and debut on the spot. Perhaps because he was a robot, Gu Yunzhou's skin was very fair and incredibly translucent, his features were deep and three-dimensional, and his sword-like eyebrows added a touch of youthful unrestraint to his appearance. It was just a pity that his expression was too cold, so he always seemed somewhat gloomy.
Ji Zhaoming didn't dare to look any longer and whispered, "What about other things? Like wealth? Status?"
He's from the South, and he always unconsciously speaks with a Southern accent. When he lowers his voice, his soft, childlike voice comes out.
Unbeknownst to him, he casually shifted his gaze to the snowman, when Ji Zhaoming suddenly exclaimed in surprise.
He initially thought it was just an ordinary button, but upon closer inspection, he discovered that although the button appeared to be pitch black, it was actually a multicolored black, with dazzling light flowing inside.
Ji Zhaoming: "What exactly is this?"
Gu Yunzhou replied, "One material."
This material looks amazing.
Ji Zhaoming asked cautiously, "Is it expensive?"
Gu He immediately interjected, "It's not expensive. If Your Majesty likes it, feel free to take it all. If it's not enough, we can grab more."
Rob?
Gu Yunzhou explained Ji Zhaoming's doubts: "Other races don't have many of these things, so they won't sell them."
...Wouldn't that be priceless?
Ji Zhaoming thought for a moment, what was he going to ask earlier?
Oh, so you're asking if I want wealth and status.
He brought this upon himself; I'm sorry.
He shrank his head even further into his clothes and hat, acting as if nothing had happened.
The fluffy fuzz on his hat fluttered in the wind and gently landed on his face.
So soft and tender that you just want to give it a good squeeze, Gu Yunzhou suddenly understood the question he had been pondering: what is his king best matched with?
It is an animal.
A soft, squishy animal, like its king.
A note from the author:
The future Gu Yunzhou: That's me!!!
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Chapter 6
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