Simon asked curiously, "Do you know what 'liking' means?"
Student Qiu Qiongzh quickly answered, "I know."
"This student, please answer."
Cough, um. Little Qiu Qiongzh, wearing a goose-yellow dress, suddenly stood up, placed her left hand over her heart, and gently brushed Simon's cheek with her right hand. Her pretty little face was full of affected sorrow, making Simon try to suppress his laughter. "You know, I just want to gaze at your back. Will this also make you feel humiliated?"
Little Su Xiangli clapped enthusiastically, "Oh oh! Karyu Sumir is the best!"
Simon grinned and also clapped, "You're truly a loyal fan of cyber machine love."
The hottest web drama currently is "The Love of Mechanical Girls in Cyberpunk," abbreviated as "cyber machine love." Its audience ranges from seventy- and eighty-year-old elders to three- and four-year-old children. It's considered a family-friendly, lighthearted Qiongyao-style sci-fi romance film, a hodgepodge set in a dystopian world where artificial intelligence and humans, and artificial intelligence and artificial intelligence, meet and fall in love. It features both passionate fight scenes and warm, everyday family plots, forming a stark contrast with the cold social environment, often bringing tears to people's eyes.
Simon, however, didn't watch the drama much, because he was tired of the old clichés about life philosophy. He preferred to watch more hardcore popular science dramas, but due to his age, many good films were not accessible to him at this stage, which was quite a pity.
Little Qiu Qiongzh's cheeks were flushed, her expression proud, and her narrowed eyes became exceptionally bright. "Thank you, thank you..."
Little Su Xiangli chuckled, "Teacher Wang clearly likes Teacher Zhou. Mom says if a man always looks at the same woman, then he definitely likes her."
Simon: Is that liking her? You're just craving her body, you scoundrel!
"Uh, liking isn't that simple..."
Su Xiangli and Qiu Qiongzh widened their eyes—it turned out Student Qiu's eyes were quite large too—"Then you tell us what liking is!"
"Liking is..." Simon was at a loss for words. He was clumsy with words; he had something on the tip of his tongue but just couldn't articulate it.
"Tch, you don't know either!"
"Exactly, exactly."
Simon sighed, frustrated, and lay back down on the grass. The sun had moved to the due south sky; it was noon.
You really can't underestimate kids these days. Humanity's overall intelligence is progressing. Measuring today's youngsters by early-century standards would certainly lead to significant discrepancies.
—At this moment, little Zhang Yingxuan was taking a post-meal stroll while listening to English dialogue.
Once people are full, they tend to talk about topics that stimulate the nerves. Little Qiu Qiongzh mysteriously leaned into Su Xiangli's ear and whispered. Soon after, Student Su looked terrified. Simon didn't even need to eavesdrop to guess they were talking about ghosts.
It's already the end of the century, yet superstition is still widespread. One can only say this is a flaw in the physiological structure of the human brain.
There's a saying online that humanity's fantasies about the afterlife are etched into their genes. Simon just wanted to laugh; what kind of random stuff is recorded in these genes?
However, he also knew that he was the least qualified to deny occult theories, after all, his transmigration was the biggest fallacy, enough to make current scientific theories scratch their heads.
Yet, Simon still didn't believe in gods. Firstly, he had a good scientific background, and secondly, he maintained an optimistic and fatalistic attitude. Since supernatural occurrences were low-probability events, there was no need to dwell on them.
People worry about three meals a day, but few worry about personal information leakage—if it leaks, it leaks, it's not like they live in the deep mountains. Similarly, if there are gods, there are gods, what benefit can you get? Why believe in them?
Su Xiangli excitedly came and lay down beside Simon's head, then whispered into his ear, "I'll tell you something scary..."
"Mm."
"This park used to be a cemetery..."
"Ah."
"On the night of the full moon, zombies will crawl out of the woods. You must never approach those doors and holes on the ground; they lead to hell..."
"Oh." Simon closed his eyes. The little girl's mouth exhaled warm air, smelling of mustard and fish slices, and also orange juice, tickling the fine hairs on his ear.
"Hey!" Su Xiangli sat up angrily and pushed Simon, who was like a dead pig. "Why don't you react at all!"
"I'm so scared!—Hehehe!" Simon pretended. That "Hey!" from little Su just now reminded him of that meme: I'm not called Hey, I'm called Chu Yuxun.
"Hahahaha!"
Can't hold it in, I'm dying of laughter.
Su Xiangli pouted, "It's really scary, okay? Hey, you're mean! If a ghost comes to catch me then, you have to run first, go find the police uncles, and have them contact the best Daoist priests in the country to help me."
Simon laughed even more unrestrainedly, "Oh, my dear old mother, you're too funny. There are no ghosts, and besides, if there were ghosts, you should be the ones to run first."
Su Xiangli: "Then we'll be responsible for calling the police and the old Daoist priest?"
"Ugh, by the time the Daoist priest arrives, I'll be long gone, okay?"
"Then, then what should we do!"
Qiu Qiongzh raised her hand, "I can borrow Dad's drone to airlift the Daoist priest. There'll definitely be enough time."
Simon: (⊙_⊙)?
That hardcore?
...
At 1:30 PM, the two little girls were tired from walking. It turned out they weren't perpetual motion machines after all. Simon sighed, feeling that people's physiques now were much better than at the beginning of the century. This was partly due to increased public attention to physical health and partly a result of genetic optimization.
Simon still remembered in his previous life, when he was a child, some people said that a man who was 1.7 meters tall was a third-degree disabled person. Now, the average height of adult Chinese males has reached 1.89 meters.
Cool.
As people grow larger, everything Supporting facilities also grows larger. Just talking about door frames, Simon used to love jumping up to touch them. Now, doors are two meters high. It's a bit difficult for his short legs to jump to that height and relive the past fun.
The robots tidied up the picnic area, and the three little ones took the scenic tour bus back to the park entrance. Simon took the opportunity to write an email to Student Zhang Yingxuan and send it.
13:51 "Simon: [Image], [Image], [Image]... (Read)"
13:56 Reply "Zhang Yingxuan: Thank you!:)"
Su Xiangli leaned over, "Who are you emailing?"
"Zhang Yingxuan."
"Oh, the dummy. Did he say what he did all day again?"
"I'll ask."
13:59 "Simon: What did you do today?"
14:00 Reply "Zhang Yingxuan: Studied."
The three looked at each other, "Poor thing."
14:01 "Simon: Cool. Greetings from me, Su Xiangli, and Qiu Qiongzh."
14:01 Reply "Zhang Yingxuan: Спасибо"
Simon was bewildered. He only knew it was Russian for 'thank you' after seeing the automatic translation. He suddenly realized that Zhang Yingxuan had said his father had business in the north, so it seemed to be a family tradition again.
14:01 "Simon: De nada. (You're welcome.)"
Who said I couldn't speak a third language? Take that, my Spanish, Zhang Yingxuan!
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