Chapter 12
He Xile followed the guards to the restaurant.
He happily washed his hands and had just climbed onto the chair, which was too high for him, when he heard respectful voices coming from the direction of the door behind him: "Your Majesty."
"Your Majesty, you are here."
"His Majesty."
He Xile, whose butt hadn't even warmed up the stool yet, said: "..."
What?
Is he going to repeat this series of actions of going up and down again?
How could this be?
He Xile sat in his seat, stunned for a second, but the guardian who provided him with food and drink had come, so He Xile certainly couldn't pretend not to see it, that would be too rude.
He obediently jumped down from the stool and saluted the emperor, saying, "Good day, Your Majesty."
"Um."
A deep voice sounded above my head.
This was not the first time that He Xile greeted Wen Ji and His Majesty, but His Majesty had a rather aloof personality and basically never responded to He Xile, treating He Xile as air. Unexpectedly, this time, he actually responded.
He Xile straightened up, glanced at Wen Jiyu's back, and his eyes narrowed.
It seems that Your Majesty is in a good mood today.
But then…
He Xile looked at the stool beside him.
Most of the items in the palace are designed according to Wen Ji and Your Majesty's height.
Although His Majesty's height is not as exaggerated as Captain Xing's four-meter-tall height and the guards around him, the table and chairs in front of him are still a big challenge for He Xile - it is indeed difficult to climb up.
hateful.
He was clearly 1.78 meters tall in real life, which would be 1.80 meters if rounded up, making him quite tall! But after arriving here, even sitting on the stool started to feel tiring.
Who wouldn’t say it’s miserable after watching this?
He Xile encouraged himself in his heart and was about to climb up to the front of the chair when he suddenly felt a shadow behind him. Then, a pair of slightly cold hands pinched his arms, and with a little force, lifted him directly onto the chair.
He Xile: “!!!”
He Xile, who was sitting on the chair, was shocked. He turned around quickly and saw Wen Jiyu who had returned at some point.
The two looked at each other.
Wen Jiyu looked down at him and sneered, "Little dwarf."
He Xile: “…”
Short, shorty?
The thanks that was about to come out of his mouth were swallowed back into He Xile's stomach.
Woo woo woo.
Although what His Majesty said was true—for these interstellar people, He Xile was indeed too short and could be lifted up with one hand, and perhaps out of consideration for He Xile's feelings, His Majesty even thoughtfully added the prefix "small" to the front, but...
No matter how you think about it, this is so hurtful!
He Xile sat on the chair, sulking for two seconds before saying awkwardly, "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Logically, the interaction between the two sides should have ended at this time, but Wen Ji and His Majesty were still standing behind He Xile.
The whole restaurant was silent.
The chefs worked quietly and quietly, not even making a sound when placing the plates. The guards lowered their heads, and no one dared to pay attention to the interaction between He Xile and Wen Ji and His Majesty. However, the guards standing next to He Xile saw everything.
There was a hint of worry in his eyes.
——Your Majesty generally does not make things difficult for others.
What happened today?
Wen Jiyu raised his hand, knocked on the table beside him, and asked He Xile lazily, "What are you thanking me for?"
He Xile was stunned.
He realized something and added slowly, "...Thank you, Your Majesty, for carrying me up."
"Hmm." Wen Jiyu hummed from his nose, as if he was satisfied, and finally turned and walked away.
The chef came forward with the meal: "Please enjoy your meal, sir."
He Xile said softly, "Thank you."
He sat in a chair, stuffing a handkerchief into his collar, thinking to himself, he should retract his previous thought that His Majesty was in a good mood. How could this be a good mood? It was clearly a very bad mood.
Fortunately, the delicious food soothed He Xile's slightly hurt heart.
After happily finishing his meal, He Xile said goodbye to Wen Ji and His Majesty, and followed the guards to take a walk in the small garden within the palace. It was called a small garden, but to He Xile, it was very large. The lush trees also adapted to the entire universe. When He Xile entered it, he felt like he was in a tropical rainforest.
When he returned to the room, He Xile rubbed his sore calves. He sat on the soft sofa, logged into StarNet, and immediately opened the live broadcast interface.
Sure enough, as soon as he started broadcasting, the little robot appeared in his live broadcast room like flying.
The number becomes "1" again.
This setting is very good.
He Xile thought that no matter how unpopular the anchor was, after seeing this number, he would no longer feel alone.
He was in a good mood, humming a song as he walked along the streets of Starnet.
The camera of the live broadcast platform is a small golden ball with a pair of wings on the back, circling around He Xile.
Seeing this, He Xile suddenly thought of something and said with a bright smile, "Good afternoon, little robot. Let's stop reading and go for a walk around the area to see if we can run into that person."
The virtual world constructed by the Star Network is very large. Although it is like an online game and you can teleport anywhere in it, it is not easy to find someone.
He Xile guessed that the man should be in a bustling street.
While shopping, he occasionally chatted with people around him, observed the local culture, and tried to find that familiar figure.
Hard work pays off.
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, He Xile finally saw the person he was looking for on a busy commercial street.
"...Hey, little sister, do you want to see something good?"
The man was the same as before, still in a suit and tie. He stood in front of a girl and gave her a standard smile.
The girl who was being approached was startled and took a few steps back. When she saw the person in front of her clearly, she screamed, her ears flew back, and she shouted: "Ah, pervert——"
"No, no, no, it's not!"
Everyone around looked at him. The man stood still. He looked more nervous than the girl. His face flushed red and he raised his hands to show that he was harmless. "No, I don't have any weird fetishes. I'm not going to do anything to you, really! I just..." The man hesitated and couldn't say the rest.
His assurances seemed pale and weak and had no effect.
The robots that maintain order in the star network almost fell from the sky and handcuffed the man directly.
The man looked as if he had lost his parents.
At this point, he could only cooperate and be taken away for investigation.
He Xile, who had watched the entire process, said: "..."
Oops.
A step late.
"Tsk, this is the third time Margery has been arrested this month, right?"
Not far from He Xile, a man selling snacks at a stall was talking to the owner of the stall next to him while he was working. He said, "I told him a long time ago that he wasn't cut out for sales, but he refused to listen and still thinks he has the code to wealth."
"Oh." The boss next to him sighed.
He shook his head and said, "If it weren't for her daughter, Margery probably wouldn't have done this."
“…That’s true.”
He Xile looked over curiously.
The two bosses chatted casually for a while, then stopped talking about him and turned to other topics.
He Xile thought for a moment and walked over: "Hello, boss."
"What would you like to eat?"
The boss instinctively looked up to ask, but saw no one. He froze for a moment, leaned forward, looked down, and suddenly laughed, "Hey, where did this little kid come from? It's so tiny and adorable. Are your parents comfortable letting you surf the Star Network alone?"
As he spoke, he reached out and wanted to ruffle He Xile's fluffy hair.
He Xile's face turned slightly red and he stepped back a little.
"Okay, okay. Being wary of strangers is good."
The boss didn't seem angry, but rather happy. He took a piece of pastry from the large round pot, wrapped it in paper, and handed it to He Xile. "Here, this is a pastry made by uncle himself. Try it and tell uncle if it's delicious after you finish eating it. Uncle thinks you're cute, so I won't charge you. By the way, don't worry, this is a virtual star network, and the food made is all data, so there won't be any problems."
"If there really is a problem, I can help you click the report button. Did you see the group of robots that just came? They will take this old man away immediately." The boss next to him said.
"Hahaha, yes, yes, just take me away."
He Xile: “…”
He Xile listened to the two bosses talking back and forth, feeling a little helpless.
Look at the boss again, he always holds out his hand with snacks.
"Go on," he said.
As if He Xile didn't accept it, he would keep holding out his hand.
He Xile pursed his lips and finally took it: "Thank you, uncle."
"You're welcome."
The uncle waved his hand and smiled, "I like little kids like you the most."
He Xile felt very embarrassed.
He Xile, a 21st-century adult, was always treated like a cute child by the indigenous people here, receiving all kinds of privileges. The key point was that he couldn't explain his identity...
So embarrassing.
Take another bite of the warm, sweet snack in your hand.
It smells so good!!!
He Xile's eyes sparkled: "Delicious!"
When he first came to Star Network, he smelled the aroma of the food stalls and wanted to eat the food there very much, but he had no money, so he put it aside.
I didn’t expect to enjoy it in advance.
The people at Interstellar are so nice!
He Xile praised repeatedly.
The uncle was very happy to see that the child liked the food he made: "I'm glad you like it. Oh, this is so sweet. Do you want another piece after you finish it?"
He Xile shook his head obediently: "Thank you, uncle, that's enough."
Of course, he did not forget the purpose of coming here.
After swallowing the food in his mouth, He Xile said, "Uncle, I heard you talking to the boss and mentioned the name of the man who was just taken away. Do you know him?"
The boss paused: "I guess so."
He said, "We both make a living by doing business on Star Online. We've met each other many times and got to know each other over time."
"Then do you have his contact information?" He Xile asked again.
Boss: “Hmm?”
The boss looked at He Xile suspiciously, "Why do you want his contact information?"
He Xile blinked.
He remembered what the man said last time. He knew that people here attached great importance to copyright protection. Taking pictures of him and selling them was obviously illegal. That was why the man had been so sneaky before.
If he were to ask, wouldn't it be better not to be so blunt?
Thinking of this, He Xile said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "I heard... he has some good stuff to sell."
boss:"?"
Wen sent: "?"
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