Chapter 41. Then punish it by sending it to kindergarten.
As soon as the door to the private room opened, Qi Youyu, sitting in the baby chair, immediately raised her hand to greet them:
"Grandpa, you've come to eat too!" Yu Yu smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Come sit here with me."
Zheng Shoucheng strode forward with steady and vigorous steps: "Okay."
As soon as he moved, a long trail of tails followed him in, and Qi Youyu and Yan Xingli both stared in disbelief.
Xiao Hua, having transformed back into robot form, squeezed in with great effort. Upon seeing the two, she rushed over as if she had found her people, weeping and wailing:
"Lord Fish, help! They're trying to tear me apart!"
A short, chubby man wearing a fisherman's hat hugged the leg of Yu Yu's chair.
Qi Youyu was quite surprised: "Xiaohua, didn't you go home with Uncle Jiang?"
Just then, Yu Yu caught a glimpse of Captain Jiang at the very end of the crowd out of the corner of her eye, and asked with a puzzled look, "Uncle Jiang, didn't you go home?"
Captain Jiang remained unfazed: "I'm back. The National Academy of Sciences is my home."
"They touched me inappropriately," Xiao Hua complained angrily, pointing at Professor Liu Qiming and Academician Zhou Nanfeng. "Especially those two old men, they wanted to open my stomach to see my internal organs."
Tsk, what kind of adjective is that?
Internal organs...so bloody!
The two professors exchanged a silent glance. Academician Zhou Nanfeng quickly explained to Xiaohua, "Little friend, I was just asking casually. I wanted to take a look at your internal structure. I had no intention of doing anything to you. Don't misunderstand."
Professor Liu Qiming awkwardly chimed in, "Professor Zhou is right, we were just asking."
Last time, when Xiaohua became Xiaohuahao, these elderly men and women were exceptionally excited, which Yuyu could understand perfectly.
She skillfully patted Xiaohua to smooth things over: "Xiaohua, don't be angry, the grandpas didn't mean it."
Xiao Hua rarely showed a wronged expression; most of the time, she was as lively and cheerful as her little owner, which made Qi Youyu feel sorry for her.
She climbed down from the chair, and the three-headed child hugged the chubby little flower: "Don't be angry, let's just make them go to kindergarten for three days as punishment."
The two elderly professors: ? ? ?
Director Zheng cleared his throat and said seriously, "Yu Yu, the reason we came here this time is actually because of Xiao Hua."
Little Flower proudly put her hands on her hips and said, "Fish, they want me."
Director Zheng was caught off guard, glanced at it helplessly, and muttered a accusatory murmur:
“It ran a lot of red lights, and the tickets all ended up in my hands.” Director Zheng deliberately exaggerated the situation. “After running more than ten red lights, according to traffic laws, it must accept administrative penalties and go to prison for rehabilitation.”
prison!
"Ah!" Qi Youyu's eyes widened. "Did Xiaohua break the law? Is it going to be arrested?"
"I didn't," Xiaohua argued earnestly. "I was flying in the sky. My wheels didn't touch the road. Traffic rules apply to land, not the air."
Zheng Shoucheng, experienced and shrewd, simply smiled in the face of Xiaohua's sophistry:
"Little friend, everything that flies in the sky and runs on the ground is under the jurisdiction of our government. No matter how you try to explain, you can't cover up the fact that you ran a red light."
"Everyone has a responsibility to obey traffic rules, and even robots are no exception."
Xiaohua knew that this was called "when in Rome, do as the Romans do".
There are flight traffic rules on Cang'ai Planet; if it were there, it would have already received a ticket from the robot.
Its wishful thinking was seen through at a glance by the shrewd Zheng Shoucheng. Little Flower lowered its head and remained silent, offering no further protest.
【Ahhh, a hovercar!】
[Little Flower, how did you fly?! Did you use anti-gravity technology?!]
[I was there, no special effects, I was filming my girlfriend and happened to witness the whole process of Xiaohua taking off. DM me if you want to see the video.]
I was there too, and I swear, I didn't see anything that looked like wire work!
The official account had already covered up the previous incident with the Xiaohua account. This time, when the same situation occurred again, the official account did not rush to shut down the screen, but instead gave the audience some time to prepare.
The sudden turn of events left Qi Youyu, the young master, a little embarrassed. She scratched her head, rubbed her palms together, and pleaded:
"Grandpa Zheng, Xiaohua knows she was wrong. Please don't take her away. Instead, punish her by making her go to kindergarten."
Yan Xingli's lips twitched. Was this a punishment or a reward?
Zheng Shoucheng lowered his head and pondered, not knowing what he was up to, but surprisingly he nodded in agreement.
"Okay, then let's punish it by sending it to kindergarten to learn and play with the other children."
"...What are you trying to do?" Yan Xingli asked in surprise.
Qi Youyu patted her chest with relief and was about to express her gratitude when Director Zheng spoke first: "Yuyu, I'm not the Grand Master, so there's no need to say thank you, Grand Master."
"Oh, okay, thank you, sir."
Zheng Shoucheng frowned, but held back his anger: "Yuyu, why don't you go to kindergarten for a couple of days?"
Yan Xingli barely suppressed the urge to laugh; his tongue was practically pressing against his cheek.
Qi Youyu looked at Director Zheng strangely: "Grandpa, I am a law-abiding child. Law-abiding children don't need to go to kindergarten."
[Wanla, the kindergarten's reputation has been damaged, and my daughter is now refusing to go to kindergarten.]
【I'm a law-abiding child, and I don't agree to go to school.】
【Ugh, I don't want to go to work!】
The waiters started serving the dishes one after another. Yan Xingli hadn't expected so many people to come, so he called the waiter to prepare an emergency dish.
Zheng Shoucheng pressed his hand down: "Xiaoxing is fine, we all got through it by eating."
The group of old guys who saw the floating flower went crazy. No matter what they did, they couldn't be persuaded. Like spoiled children, they insisted on seeing Yu Yu immediately. Otherwise, they would walk over on their own. They were all national treasures, and it wouldn't do to tire any of them out.
So Director Zheng had no choice but to bring this group of old darlings over to find Yu Yu, only to find themselves at mealtime.
Honestly, apart from Yu Yu, no one present could eat it.
Fortunately, the banquet was held in a medium-sized private room, which could barely accommodate so many experts and professors.
Qi Youyu: "Grandpa, this crab leg meat is so sweet, you should eat it."
"Grandma, here's my favorite fried chicken, have one for you."
Although the big shots weren't focused on him, Yan Xingli still wished he could crawl under the table, especially when several professors he'd never met before suddenly asked about his studies.
“Xiao Yan, I watched your live streams these past two days. I think Lao Zhao and Lao Liang’s teaching wasn’t detailed enough, and their teaching style was too rigid.”
"How about I teach you? I happen to be free lately."
"..." Yan Xingli was completely tense and immediately felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.
Who is this professor? We need to claim him! He's stealing our advisor's work!
[Mentor!! What are you doing here? I've called you three times, at least answer one of them!]
Off-screen, Professor Zhao and Professor Liang, who had heard their colleagues teasing them, had dark faces. "You old codger, playing dirty tricks behind my back."
While Yan Xingli was distracted, Yu Yu quietly removed the broccoli from the bowl.
Yan Xingli's eyes flickered slightly.
Yu Yu: "Uncle, this dish wants to go out and play. Let's let it go free."
"You just don't want to eat; you're a picky eater."
Qi Youyu: "No, I'm just kind-hearted."
"Then please kindly take the broccoli home."
“Its home is in the fields.” Yu Yu shrugged. “Uncle, you can take it there. You have a driver’s license.”
Yan Xingli rubbed his forehead and remained silent.
Qi Youyu eats very politely and cleanly. After finishing her meal, she wipes her little hands with a wet wipe to make sure there are no rice grains on her face.
She patted her stomach and said, "I'm done eating."
Yan Xingli: "Take it easy, or you'll make yourself throw up."
Fish, with its round belly sticking out, enthusiastically invited, "Then come and pat it."
"Thank you for the invitation, but I will decline."
Yu Yu stopped teasing her uncle, turned around and sat up straight, the chubby little child's face becoming serious:
"Grandpa Zheng, are you here to sign a contract with me?"
"I haven't changed my clothes yet."
Children's thinking is often disjointed. Zheng Shoucheng did not immediately connect the two sentences to understand the logic between them, so he picked up the most important answer.
"Yes," Zheng Shoucheng said slowly with a warm smile, "The National Academy of Sciences urgently needs your help as a junior scientific advisor."
The moment the term "National Academy of Sciences" was uttered, the lively and joking chat in the live stream suddenly stopped.
[National Academy of Sciences...?]
[Phew, finally you can speak, right? I've been holding it in for so long! That's right, all the elderly folks in the live stream are our national treasure-level scientific research giants!]
[Director of the Institute of Physics, leading figure in aerodynamics, chief professor of the Institute of Intelligent Industry, energy expert, professor of materials science and engineering... Wow, my scalp is tingling, it's like a constellation of stars!]
Slower-to-react netizens were bewildered: [This isn't a science research reality show, so why are there so many big names here??]
[What else could it be for? Xiaohua's unspeakable skills! By the way, everyone please don't upload the video to any external websites!]
In recent years, the international situation has become increasingly unstable, and no one knows when war will break out again. It's time to flex our muscles and show off our weapons.
—This decision was made after several rounds of discussions.
So why is YuYu a junior science consultant? That's so sudden!
[+1, could it be that Yan Xingli and the production team spent a lot of money to hire these big shots to promote the child?]
The chat was buzzing with discussion, and the live stream went dark again for the second time, but the production team, who were already prepared, remained quite calm.
Only they know that their production team doesn't have the connections to invite these big shots to appear on screen.
The photographer finished work early, and Yu Yu and Yan Xingli boarded a black car heading to the National Academy of Sciences.
As soon as they arrived, they met with Teacher Zhao and Professor Liang Yuan, who had been robbed by crickets.
Professor Liang, the smiling tiger, stared at the old madman who had spoken arrogantly not long ago with a forced smile. The old madman professor: ╭(╯^╰)╮
In the VIP meeting room.
Yan Xingli sat awkwardly next to Boss Yu Yu. His tall figure resembled a small mountain, and even when he tried to hunch over, he couldn't diminish his presence.
In contrast, Qi Youyu, the little rascal standing to the side, showed no fear whatsoever in the face of the onlookers, displaying a composure and openness even more remarkable than that of the veteran artists.
In the most secure environment of the Academy of Sciences, a group of scientists were finally able to boldly put forward their ideas.
"Fish, what motivates Little Flower to transform?"
"We already know that the little flower can take the forms of a car and a tandem bicycle. Are there any other forms? Could you demonstrate them for us on the spot?"
"I want to test Xiaohua's speed. Can I let it run a lap? Also, how high can it fly?"
Problems came crashing down on the child from all directions, and Yu Yu's little hands, which were holding the yogurt bottle, jolted.
Wow, so many questions.
The child hurriedly swallowed the yogurt: "Little Flower can turn into many cars, but we don't have license plates. Grandpa Zheng said that Little Flower without license plates can't drive on the road."
Zheng Shoucheng felt gratified. A child who can abide by the law and has a positive outlook, regardless of whether he achieves anything in the future, is already the greatest contribution to society.
"Wait a minute, let's take it one question at a time." He stood in the middle and presided over the meeting. "With so many mouths talking at once, how can the child listen to everything? Let's go through the questions in the order we just discussed."
As soon as everyone fell silent, the noise subsided and order was restored.
Professor Liu Qiming, who was sitting to Yu Yu's right, was in charge of the bubble shield research. He raised his biggest question that had been accumulating for a long time.
"Little Fish, Grandpa wants to know what materials are used to make the protective shield?"
"It's scrap!"
Professor Liu Qiming was taken aback. "Scrap materials? Are they new materials?"
Yu Yu's answer was so simple and easy that no one thought it was real waste; they were all secretly wondering if Yu Yu had discovered new materials.
"It's just trash that other people don't want," Yu Yu said in detail. "There are lots of them at the recycling station."
Are the scrap items just the scrap metal in the scrap yard?
Everyone's expression changed.
Seeing that everyone believed her, Yu Yu put down the yogurt and said to Xiao Hua, "Xiao Hua, please open the doors and windows. I'm going to swear to God."
Little Flower wiggled her bottom as she went to open the window.
"No need, no need." Zheng Shoucheng called Xiaohua back, both amused and exasperated. "We believe in you."
Qi Youyu revealed the method for synthesizing the protective shield to everyone without reservation, confidently guaranteeing:
"That way you can make lots of bubble shields!"
Viewers thought the black screen in the live stream was temporary, but it didn't come back on even when the stream was supposed to end at 8 PM.
Unaware of the turmoil and chaos within the minds of the leading researchers at the Academy of Sciences that night, and unaware that this night would mark a watershed moment for the nation, a night that would be a turning point from the past.
The various tests and discussions continued until 8 p.m.
Even though there were still many unsolved problems, Zheng Shoucheng still sent his old friends back to rest. They couldn't stay up any longer, and neither could Yu Yu.
Children are growing rapidly, so they shouldn't stay up late.
Only the three of them remained in the conference room. Zheng Shoucheng took out three contracts from the drawer: one was the patent contract for the cat and dog language chip, one was the patent contract for the bubble shield, and the last one was the formal contract for the Academy of Sciences to hire Yu Yu as a scientific advisor.
Knowledge is priceless. Although the salary the Academy of Sciences pays Yu Yu is less than what Yan Xingli earns for attending an event, the benefits are far superior.
Not only does Yu Yu receive a monthly salary and six types of insurance and two types of housing fund, but she also has someone to protect her at all times. The value of having the country as a backer is self-evident.
That life was much more comfortable than that of the big star Yan Xingli.
*
When the grandfather and granddaughter returned home, Yu Yu was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping. Yan Xingli felt sorry for her because she had worked too hard that day, so he didn't wake her up, which was unusual.
He carried the child quietly into the bathroom, where he dampened a towel to wipe the child's face and hands.
The warm towel left a thin layer of water on her face, and Yu Yu became more awake. After washing up, she dragged Yan Xingli to the living room to watch TV for a while.
Yan Xingli opened her phone and browsed the trending topics, and Memory Bread was prominently listed at the top.
The polarized comments about Memory Bread online infuriated Yan Xingli. It was one thing to be insulted, but what was with insulting the child?
Do those people who hurl insults at fish not have children at home? They have no sense of decency when they speak; aren't they afraid of going to hell for having their tongues pulled out?
Yan Xingli paced back and forth in the living room with an air of elegance.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?" Yu Yu looked away from the TV, covered her mouth and chuckled, "You look like a grumpy rooster."
Still laughing? But being a little silly is good, sometimes fools have good luck.
Yan Xingli walked over and pinched the child's mouth, gritting his teeth and chuckling, "You're still making fun of me? You don't know, do you? When you're angry, you look just like a little hen with its feathers standing on end."
Qi Youyu looked at him and said, "Believe it or not, I'll make you do a hundred more questions."
...
Who exactly is the ancestor? TAT
Qi Youyu was unaware of the online comments. A short while later, she rubbed her eyes and opened her short arms to Yan Xingli:
"Uncle, carry me to bed."
Perhaps out of guilt towards the child, Yan Xingli, unusually, didn't say a word of nonsense, picked up the child and went to the room.
Yan Xingli lay on his side behind Yu Yu, patting her back intermittently. Yu Yu's thick, curly eyelashes drooped down little by little.
But his mouth was still moving.
"Uncle, when you get old, should I call you Uncle?"
"Uncle, please give me a sister."
Banquet for Stars: ? ? ?
No, does he look like someone who has that kind of ability?
After confirming that Yu Yu was asleep, Yan Xingli picked up his phone from under the pillow and logged into his Weibo side account to reply to each and every negative comment.
Even when he was being attacked the most by the entire internet, he never argued with the haters. Now, he spent the whole night arguing with the haters for the sake of the little guy next to him.
The next day, even when the sun was high in the sky, I still didn't get out of bed.
"Yuyu, is your uncle up yet?"
"No." The child, who was playing with building blocks on the ground, raised his round head. "Uncle is sleeping in."
"It's already noon and you're still not up." Yan Yuanqing was a little annoyed and turned around to shout Yan Xingli's name at the top of her lungs.
Yan Xingli stayed in bed and didn't want to get up.
Qi Youyu lay on the ground whispering to Eleme (a food delivery platform). After a while, the fat French Bulldog, full of freeze-dried food, strode into Yan Xingli's room with an arrogant, pigeon-toed gait.
"Ugh—ah!"
Fat Dog subjected Yan Xingli to inhumane rib trampling.
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