Chapter 57 Building a Little Grass Robot?
The day after the official announcement, Yan Xingli's agency released a statement early in the morning announcing the amicable termination of his contract and wishing him all the best in the future.
After responding to the blessings from her former company, Yan Xingli Studio announced the dissolution of the studio and the return of the artist to a normal life.
This explosive news shocked netizens.
The contracts between entertainment agencies and artists in the Chinese entertainment industry are largely the same. Yan Xingli has only been in the industry for four years, so her retirement from the entertainment industry now must be due to an early termination of her contract.
But the fact that the agency's attitude was so kind and friendly made one feel uneasy.
Yan Xingli is the first person in the entertainment industry to terminate his contract six years early and still emerge unscathed.
Opinions online vary, with differing reactions:
[Holy crap! Some netizens were right, Yan Xingli has retired from the entertainment industry.]
[Now "My Little One" has truly become a timeless classic.]
[Was it a peaceful termination of the contract? Are you sure they didn't agree to release him only after paying a huge sum of money? (doge emoji)]
[The executives at the agency aren't stupid... Yan Xingli is not only the family member of a scientist, but also the younger brother of the head of Minghui Group. Releasing him readily would improve their image on both sides; demanding compensation would be suicide.]
[What a pity, and so sudden! I was really looking forward to Yan Xingli's next project.]
[What a pity! The young master went home to inherit the family business; he's living a much better life than us working-class folks earning three thousand a month.]
Having received his civil service job offer and officially started his new position, Yan Xingli lay on his bed, looking down at the skyrocketing comments and number of followers on his Weibo account.
Many fans are worried that Yan Xingli will delete his Weibo account and disappear from the internet completely, so they have been sending him private messages hoping he will reconsider.
Yan Xingli is now under the management of Yu Yu's security department. Before he received his employment notice, it was clearly stated that he would not be restricted from being active online as an ordinary person.
Yan Xingli made a surprise appearance in his fan group, stating that he would not delete his Weibo account and would continue to share his daily life on the account in the future.
The fish, who was playing with its toes while sitting on his back, leaned down and watched intently with its big eyes.
"Uncle, you have a lot of fans."
Yan Xingli turned his head and saw the child's envious face. He said, "This is nothing. If you really count, my fans are less than a fraction of yours."
Yu Yu looked at her uncle's Weibo account, which boasted 60 million followers, and frowned in confusion.
After feeding the fish, Xiaohua slowly walked in from the living room: "If Master Fish wants to count the number of followers, he can register a Weibo account."
Following the advice, Yu Yu immediately registered a Weibo account, and soon an officially verified account climbed to the top of the trending searches.
Fish who loves fried chicken: Hello everyone, I'm Fish, please follow me.
Fishy's fans were overjoyed; they had finally found their tribe! They could now freely express their love and criticism on Weibo.
An account with 0 followers and 0 fans gained over 500,000 followers in just one hour.
Yu Yu would check the backend every now and then, her little face flushed with joy as she watched the numbers keep rising.
Her uncle hadn't lied to her; it turned out that so many older brothers and sisters really did like her.
The number of comments under the account increases by hundreds or thousands every second. Yu Yu is overwhelmed and doesn't know what to reply.
【Ahhhh, Fishy, is that you? Is it really you?】
With a smile that crinkled her eyes, Yu Yu pressed the speak button with her short fingers, pouting her cheeks as she replied in a sweet, childlike voice:
"It's me, Yu Yu. Hello, sister."
The netizen who received the reply: Ahhhhh, so cute! I got a reply from Fish Baby herself! Ahem, Fish, actually I'm the older brother QAQ
The comment section was flooded with jeering and teasing replies.
That brat is so lucky.
Okay, miss.
[Miss, hurry up and buy a lottery ticket.]
Yu Yu held her tablet and picked out some understandable replies from the various comments left by netizens.
A netizen posted photos of delicious food, inviting Yu Yu to visit their hometown. The child was drooling with envy.
"Okay, sister, my uncle calls me a glutton, so I'd better not eat it."
[Hey Fishy, could you please share a link to Little Flower? My baby keeps asking for a robot just like Little Flower.]
Upon reading this comment, Xiaohua smiled slightly: "She is a human mother with excellent taste and a loving heart, but unfortunately, I am a unique robot, and her expectations are destined to be dashed."
Yu Yu: "Auntie, how old is your baby?"
Probably not expecting to be noticed by Yu Yu, the mother took quite a while to reply.
My baby is four years old, a little older than you. Fishy, my baby was so happy to hear your voice that he kissed the phone several times, haha.
While laughing, Yu Yu pressed the talk button: "Auntie, tell the baby that I will make a new robot soon, and ask him to wait for me."
Little Flower was stunned for a moment, a strong sense of crisis welling up inside her: "Master Fish, are you going to create other Little Flowers?"
"They're not called little flowers," Fishy suddenly thought. "They're called little grass!"
Grass is not as cute as flowers.
"Little Grass" was clearly a name that came up on the spot.
Little Flower's sense of crisis subsided by half, and it imitated Yan Xingli by giving a thumbs up: "As expected of Lord Fish, the name you chose is really nice."
Yu Yu chuckled, slid off her uncle's back, and shook her head, saying:
"I want the little grass robot to play with the babies, cook for them, and help them with their homework."
Yan Xingli felt a lightness on his back and quickly sat up to stretch his muscles.
"Will the little grass robot transform like the little flower?"
"Yes, yes!" the child nodded without hesitation. "It will be just as smart as Little Flower."
Little Flower stopped giggling.
Yu Yu became happier and happier as she thought about it. She went back to her room, took out a pen and paper, and buried herself in writing and drawing, muttering to herself, as if she wanted to put all the best things in the world on the little grass robot.
Yan Xingli walked over to look at the little grass she had drawn and was slightly surprised.
"Isn't that Officer Rabbit?"
"If you want to use its image as the little grass robot, you'll have to pay Disney a huge copyright fee."
The child, engrossed in his painting, paused, then asked, "How much?"
Yan Xingli guessed blindly and gave a number.
The child instantly snapped out of it and quickly put down the pen, saying, "I'm not drawing anymore, I'm not drawing anymore."
Honestly, creating the world's most intelligent robot using Officer Judy's image would be a win-win situation for both sides.
But when Yan Xingli thought about the detention plot orchestrated by Country C and Country M, he secretly didn't want Yu Yu to have anything to do with them.
He patted Yu Yu's round head: "It's okay, you can draw for fun. I'm going to cook. Call me if you need anything."
After becoming a special envoy of the state, Yan Xingli felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility. Since the state was paying him a salary, he should treat this job as a real career.
The first step is to start cooking.
He can't always rely on Xiaohua and the canteen; he wants to be an upright, responsible, and all-around special envoy.
Yan Xingli went to the kitchen to work, while Yu Yu temporarily put aside the Little Grass Robot project and continued taking pictures with her tablet.
[YuYuBao, is there a reward for reaching one million followers?]
[Breaking news! We've already reached 1.2 million followers! That's faster than a rocket launch!]
Yu Yu didn't quite understand, and with her neck stiffened, she asked loudly, "Uncle, what are the fan benefits?"
"It's about giving your fans small gifts, like selfies or short videos, things that make them happy and satisfied."
"Okay, okay."
Fish seemed to understand, but not quite.
Yan Xingli's fans also shifted their focus to Yu Yu's page.
[My little Yu Yu, this is your aunt. What is your uncle doing right now?]
Yu Yu perked up and obediently replied to the comment: "Hello Auntie, Uncle is cooking."
The fans of Yan Xingli who received the reply screamed on the spot, "Oh my god, Yu Yu replied to her and even called her aunt!"
Another comment that got pushed to the top.
YuYu refreshed the page again and found a bunch of aunties in the comments section, with even more aunties on their way.
Feeling surrounded by her enthusiastic aunts, the child turned on the computer's recording function, ran to the kitchen, and hugged Yan Xingli's leg tightly.
"Uncle, Auntie is asking what you're doing."
Yan Xingli was wearing an old man's vest while cutting steak. Due to his previous job, he needed to wear sunscreen all day, which made his skin look exceptionally fair and tender.
He lowered his head and frowned: "What aunt? Don't talk nonsense."
Without the burden of being a male celebrity, Yan Xingli dressed much more casually, even pulling out the old man's vest he wore in high school.
But he forgot that he was no longer the skinny boy he was in high school. After four years of fitness training, he had developed super large pectoral muscles that other men didn't have.
It's not very noticeable when he's wearing long sleeves and a T-shirt, but the old man's vest gave the child a little shock.
m becomes super large M.
Yu Yu looked up and was so shocked by Yan Xingli's two snow-capped peaks that her mouth dropped open.
The child stared wide-eyed: "Ah, you're my uncle!"
Yan Xingli: "...?"
After realizing what had happened, his face turned dark, then flushed red.
He pressed the child's head back down with his large hand: "Have you finished writing your lesson plan? Don't you have class tomorrow?"
Fish immediately ran away without looking back.
YuYu posted this video online: [Aunties, look! My uncle is cooking. Is this a good perk?]
[Hahaha, Uncle, baby, you can talk!]
Wow, how come I never realized Yan Xingli was so talented!
[Baby, we want your perks!]
The child, lying on the sofa, seemed lost in thought, then shook her head, but she didn't know how to cook.
*
Only after she finally got a government job did Yu Yu understand what it meant to have a tough life.
In public, she is the respected Teacher Yu Yu; in private, she is a poor child who has to learn to write every day.
After teaching her students in the morning, it was her turn to teach in the afternoon. Yu Yu was on the verge of tears.
As soon as the calligraphy class ended, Yu Yu strode confidently into Director Zheng's office and began to explain in a serious tone:
"I can make a lot of little inventions. I'm a great little scientist. I'm also a teacher. Teachers don't need to study."
Director Zheng Shoucheng smiled and took a stack of exam papers from the drawer, pointing to the students' signatures on them:
"Fish, who is this circled fish?"
Fish covered her eyes.
"Grandpa knows you don't like writing. We may not like writing, but we can't be unable to write."
"Think about it, you have so many patented technologies, and you have to sign every patent contract. What if your students see your name 'Circle Fish' and copy it?"
Yu Yu gave Zheng Shoucheng a strange look, then shook her head dismissively: "No way, they're not that stupid."
"Even my uncle can't write 'circle uncle,' they're much smarter than him!"
"Grandpa Zheng, don't worry about things unnecessarily."
Zheng Shoucheng: ...
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