Shi Qianqian shook her head, not thinking he was wrong: "It was my fault. I shouldn't have fought. Brother is right to reprimand me. He only said that because he was worried about me."

Tang Yaoyao smoothed things over, saying, "Alright, we've made up. Neither of us is allowed to hold a grudge against the other."

"Qianqian, quickly wipe away your tears."

Shi Qianqian burst into tears of joy: "Sister Yaoyao, it's good that I was scolded. At least my brother talked to me, and my mood has improved."

Hero pursed his lips slightly, without saying anything more.

"Okay, go to class now. I'll pick you up this weekend."

Tang Yaoyao's words show that she considers her family.

As long as she studies hard and lives her life well, someone will treat her like family and come to take her home, so she won't have to face everything alone.

Hero has already been through it once; he can't let his sister go through it again.

Shi Qianqian happily returned to the classroom, jumping up and down with her legs, completely forgetting her unhappiness.

This child is carefree.

After resolving Shi Qianqian's fight, they went home together.

Hero looked out the window at the roadside stalls flashing by.

He has seen too little of the outside world; apart from lifeless buildings and the games he needs to play, he has never seen anything vibrant.

Seeing that it was being sold by the roadside, Hero said, "I want to eat that."

Tang Yaoyao, focused on driving, asked, "Which one?"

Hero pointed, and just as the traffic light turned green, Tang Yaoyao stopped the car and turned her head to the side: "?"

"Um."

An old man was selling things, surrounded by a group of children.

Believe it or not, it's just an ordinary thing, but the old man is very good at making it and can create all sorts of animals.

Many people gathered around to watch; it was a pleasure to watch him do it.

Hero's deep eyes held a hint of curiosity, and the corners of his lips turned up, perhaps touching his childlike heart.

No matter what, Tang Yaoyao would satisfy him.

Tang Yaoyao parked the car on the side of the road and unbuckled her seatbelt: "I'll go buy it."

"I'll go with you." Hero got out of the car.

The two of them crossed the road and arrived at the stall.

A group of children were arguing and clamoring for the prettiest one.

The old man was kind and gentle, his eyes crinkling with a smile, and wrinkles crept up around his eyes as he handed the treat to the nearest child.

"Give me one," Tang Yaoyao said.

She was afraid Hero would feel embarrassed, after all, he was such a grown man, and it might seem a bit strange for him to like it.

The old man asked with a smile, "Young lady, what shape do you want to make?"

"Pikachu, I guess." Tang Yaoyao quite liked Pikachu.

Looking at Hero again, his bewildered expression was just like Pikachu's, equally adorable.

Hero moved closer to Tang Yaoyao, looking puzzled: "What's Pikachu?"

Tang Yaoyao was surprised and turned around: "You don't know Pikachu?"

"have no idea."

"What did you do during your childhood?" Tang Yaoyao couldn't understand. "Didn't you watch TV? When we were kids, we all huddled in front of the TV watching Pokémon."

Hero thought about his childhood: "I should be aiming for the top spot on the server leaderboard."

"..." Tang Yaoyao was speechless.

He's lived this long, and he's lived for the sake of games.

Hero is good at games, and during her research, she learned that Hero was also very good at other games before this competition.

It has consistently topped the charts.

He was approached by people to play professionally when he was very young.

He didn't join then, until the game had a professional system, then he joined OG.

His gaming talent is unmatched, but his life is very monotonous.

"Girl, Pikachu is ready."

Hero looked at Pikachu's design—yellowish, with a round face and brighter eyes—and smiled, "Cuterier than the blue rabbit. You have great taste."