"Please get this straight. This is a desolate planet that has only been preliminarily registered, not yet registered in detail. Nobody knows the coordinates except the production team."

"The coordinates here will not be made public until the program officially ends and this desolate planet is officially registered."

At this point, the person in charge looked at everyone as if they were idiots and said, "Do you all understand what I mean?"

She understands it so well.

In other words, the cub management center can't come to the desolate planet, which also means they can't get rid of the monkey head mushroom in the short term.

Well, to put it simply, "I think the production team could send the monkey head mushrooms out first."

Lampson seriously advised, "Really, young cubs need to learn, and they also need professional teachers to educate them."

Holding up the monkey head mushroom for the person in charge, he said seriously, "Look at her, this girl is at the age where her intelligence is developing and she needs special nutrition. She also needs to learn knowledge. It's not right for her to hang out with us adults every day."

Most importantly, adults are prone to speaking without restraint, and their jokes can sometimes involve inappropriate words and body language.

It's like the slang of Zu'an, like "I punch you, you kick me" or something like that.

This isn't a big problem for adults, but for young children whose worldview, values, and even social values ​​are still developing, it can be a bad influence.

Most importantly, this little one's learning ability is incredibly strong. She can remember many things after you say them only once, and she can even apply what she's learned to other situations.

But that's not the point. The point is that this little brat doesn't learn the good things and prefers to learn the bad ones.

Lampson was genuinely worried that if he continued to spend time with this little brat, the brat would grow up to be a little devil.

If they did that, they would be committing a terrible sin.

"You guys are stupid."

Monkey Mushroom kicked its chubby little legs and said in a childish voice, "Lanlan, you big bad guy, put me down! I'm not a balloon, don't let you lift me up high."

Lampson didn't understand the connection between lifting someone up high and balloons, but since the little one had asked for it, he naturally had to grant her wish.

So, the monkey head mushroom was put down.

Just then, a work robot happened to pass by, and Monkey Mushroom's eyes lit up instantly. He immediately swung his short legs and toddled over, saying, "Mumu, where are you going?"

"Go to the storage compartment to check the inventory. Should we bring the monkey head mushrooms along?"

Mumu answered kindly, explaining that she had stopped to wait for the little one who had tripped and fallen while running to take care of his short legs.

"want."

The monkey head mushroom, having run up to Mumu, poked its little paw into Mumu's mechanical hand and said with a smile, "Let's go, Mumu, let's go treasure hunting."

Mumu really wanted to say it wasn't a treasure hunt, but an inventory check, but seeing the little guy's unbelievable excitement, she changed her words to—

"Okay, let's go treasure hunting."

Whether it's inventory or treasure hunting, as long as the little rascal is happy, that's all that matters.

Then, the little one, immersed in the joy of the treasure hunt, happily left with Mumu.

"Do you see that?"

Almost as soon as the monkey head mushroom left, Lampson remarked, "She has no manners at all."

The person in charge's lips twitched, and he retorted, "Whose fault is it? Didn't you teach us all this?"

When she first arrived, she was a mischievous but polite and sweet-talking little girl. However, after spending a few days with Lampson and the others, she truly proved that she didn't learn the good things but learned the bad things exceptionally well.

“Children don’t really have a sense of right and wrong. At this age, Monkey Head Mushroom is very good at imitating. You’re all rude to me every day, so she’ll naturally learn it from seeing it so often.”

At this point, the person in charge felt that Monkey Head Mushroom really couldn't hang out with Lampson and the others anymore. They were still young and hadn't known each other for very long, so their personalities weren't yet fully formed.

It's hard to say what will happen over time.

There are no baby care or education robots on the sword, so it's going bald.

"I'll contact the production team later. If that doesn't work, we can go to a nearby planet and hand the cub over to the local cub management center first."

That's a good option.

Lampson and the others nodded in agreement, ready to speak, when the person in charge added, "I'm begging you, can you please watch your words and actions in front of the little brat?"

Lampson and his team replied that they would try their best, but made no guarantees.

The reason for not making any guarantees is simple: when you're having too much fun, you don't care about anything else, and besides, not everyone likes little kids.

There are quite a few annoying kids.

If even your own children might not like or care about you, it's too much to ask children with no blood relation to you to like or care about you.

After all, they are still grown-up kids.

Since this is the first time we've created intelligent life forms, the older child must always put the younger one first in everything.

That's unrealistic.

The person in charge was aware of this; what he wanted was not a guarantee from Lampson and his group, but simply that they knew their limits.

However, the production team still needs to be contacted.

Unexpectedly, this contact brought good news to the person in charge: the program team, entrusted by the cub management center, had sent another small starship to pick up the cubs.

If all goes well, we should be able to officially arrive on the desolate planet in two days and meet up with them.

This was good news for the person in charge, and in accordance with the principle that good news should be shared, he immediately relayed the news to Lampson and his team.

Upon hearing the news, Lampson and his friends were overjoyed, as if it were a holiday; everyone was thinking—

My goodness, I can finally get rid of that little monkey head mushroom!

Two more days, they just need to endure it for two more days.

Sang Ning and the others, who thought that the monkey head mushroom had been sent away by the production team long ago, were completely unaware of all this.

After successfully forming a team and choosing their respective directions, they parted ways with their equipment.

Before leaving, Emmanuel instructed, "If there is an emergency, remember to ask the audience for help. We will rush over to provide assistance as quickly as possible."

"clear!"

"receive!"

"learn!"

With a wave of his hand, Sang Ning was the first to leave, followed by Louis and the others.

A new journey begins.

Then, the audience could no longer remain silent and began asking Sang Ning how ambitious he was this time and how many he planned to eliminate.

Sang Ning said helplessly, "It's not up to me to decide how many people to eliminate; it depends on how many people are in the direction I'm going."

The audience thought it made sense, and based on the principle that they were just killing time and that knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory, they helped Sang Ning check how many contestants were in the direction she was heading.

The audience was shocked when they discovered the truth.

[Did I make a mistake, or is Sang Ning just having a run of bad luck?]

[My goodness, this is a bit strange. Why is there no one in the direction Sang Ning chose?]

What a coincidence, my search also yielded no results for anyone.

[Since no results were found, the question now is: is Sang Ning just unlucky, or did the production team disable the contestants' location tracking system?]