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Chapter 318 - Chapter 318 Chapter 318 Daily Life and Getting Lost

Chapter 318: Chapter 318 Daily Life and Getting Lost Chapter 318: Chapter 318 Daily Life and Getting Lost It’s exactly ten o’clock in the morning, the sun is shining and the sky is cloudless… Okay, I’ve mentioned the weather forecast in the previous chapter, so I’ll skip it here.

Anyway, on this warm autumn day, it’s very easy to feel sleepy–even though there’s a movement in Olympus to pry open the mysteries of a “super civilization that existed on Earth tens of thousands of years ago,” but for a hands-off manager like me who’s clueless about any form of conspiracy, that’s something for the professionals to deal with. Before getting into a fight, my favorite thing to do is to lazily lie on the sofa by the window in the living room, squinting in the sunshine after ten o’clock and maybe turning over to sunbathe my back.

Lilina is sitting beside me, the usually ill-tempered fake lolita is surprisingly quiet for once–she’s flipping through my phone’s photo album back and forth, claiming she wants to find something out of place to hand over to Qianqian so I can get “harmonized” by the latter. What a joke, I’ve hidden that stuff so well that even I can’t find it momentarily, and she thinks she can find it?

Such a rare moment of leisure…

The kids are usually the loudest sources of noise in this big house, but for now, Little Baobao has been taken out by Big Sister to shop, and with the normally liveliest little guy gone, the house has quieted down at least by half. Bubbles, as always, is holed up in her room playing games, watching anime, reading novels. Taking advantage of her powerful processor, she reigns supreme in various games as she makes hundred alt accounts to torment noobs, and she even established a large guild that supposedly ranks top in the entire internet, engaging in heated debates online with herself. Someone uninformed might think it’s thousands of netizens throwing bricks at each other. I’m considering whether I should rely on her to dominate internet public opinion in the future. Conservatively estimated, with Bubbles’s information processing ability, one percent of her computing power could easily replace a hundred thousand keyboard warriors. Meanwhile, Pandora and Visca, these two otherwise quiet kids who create an uproar whenever they meet, are congregating in Shadow City, letting their war nerves soaked in nitroglycerin fully ignite at the military base. As soon as someone from Olympus shows up, these two Little Ones could mobilize a ready-to-go naval, air, and land force to annihilate them–and that’s precisely what’s been giving me a headache lately. One Pandora was already enough to cast the shadow of war over all of humanity. Now, with Visca added to the mix, it’s not too bad while the sisters are feeling awkward towards each other; however, if one day they join forces, I fear I may become the historical criminal responsible for the extinction of splendid human civilization. Well, by that time, I bet there won’t be any institution left on Earth to judge me…

Qianqian is also in Shadow City right now. If I’m not mistaken, she’s in that massive machine room where every molecule of oxygen reeks of luxury, carrying out the “Boundless Love” great mission. This girl, always full of energy and vigor, seems to have found herself a stable hobby this time. At least until now, she has been tirelessly immersed in her grandly charitable cause. But to be honest, I’m always skeptical about Qianqian’s next move. Although we grew up together since childhood, Qianqian’s thick nerves are fundamentally different from those of other girls. The most notable example was in the third grade of elementary school when the boys in the class often enjoyed placing insects into the girls’ pencil cases seated nearby, satisfying their own dark human tendencies, not to mention that I used a similar method to successfully end Erya’s brutal reign over me–okay, that’s in the past. Being a girl, and an exceptionally spirited one, Qianqian naturally wasn’t spared. I don’t know which genius boy put a black and fuzzy caterpillar into little Loli Qianqian’s pencil box.

The ensuing developments were astonishingly dramatic. This girl, with exceptionally thick nerves and an innate talent for thinking in convoluted ways, happily played with that caterpillar all afternoon. The next day, she named it “Little Black” and ranked it as her second most important friend and pet. By the way, sitting at number one was a certain little friend named Chen Jun.

This incident directly made Xu Qianqian a legend among her male peers, causing them to view her as a Heavenly Person.

Oh, I’ve digressed again…

What I mean is, given Qianqian’s formidable nerves and her winding thought processes, I really can’t guarantee what she’ll take an interest in one second from now. Staying in “Boundless Love” to continue her devotion to public welfare or starting a Lei Feng group with a bunch of troublesome Imperial Officers to perform good deeds internationally–the theoretical possibilities of both are entirely the same. And I optimistically estimate that every time, she could drag her sister into her madness…

As for Sandora, there’s basically no need to consider; she told me this morning that she was planning to roam the streets to see if there was anything tasty. So if she’s not in some fast-food restaurant right now, then it’s either a Western restaurant, a Sichuan restaurant, a Cantonese restaurant, or a ramen shop. If she’s not wolfing down food at any of the above places, I guess she has just finished dining at one and is on her way to the next…

Fortunately, she’s not too keen on buffets, or I’d estimate all the buffets in K city would collapse any day now. On the contrary, one Sandora is almost driving the entire catering industry on our street.

I just hope she remembers to disguise herself every time she moves to another restaurant; otherwise, I might have to retrieve her from some Human Anomaly Research Center…

Then there are the two sources of light, Anwina and Alaya. If I’m not wrong, their location should be near Earth’s synchronous orbit. Last time, when Alaya lost her way to the Moon and came across an Earth-made satellite, this fool developed a serious interest in this primitive space device–despite being backward, its design was clever. She made it a must to visit the synchronous orbit every morning from nine to eleven, running madly after some satellite, and now Anwina, who she’s brought along, has also taken a liking to this exasperating entertainment. Thankfully, I made them remember to go invisible in advance, or else a Vatican global dominion might just happen tomorrow.

I wonder if the recent weather forecast inaccuracies were due to these two Energy Sources’ interference?

Xiao Ling should be resting in her room by now, and Liu Fan is, of course, taking care of her. Considering the dangers of the outside world, both have taken a long sick leave of half a month, and at least until we’ve dealt with Medusa, Lilina won’t allow Xiao Ling to leave–although the former would rather enjoy seeing Liu Fan, the unwelcome fellow, disappear.

When they saw Alaya, an angel who was even higher level, Xiao Ling and Liu Fan had completely treated us as immortals on a covert visit. They had no objections to our arrangements and always carried a sincere respect from their hearts. However, upon realizing that the daily lives of the great gods were not too different from humans, eating on schedule and sleeping at night, and that there was a bunch of little girls causing chaos, the two of them no longer felt constrained. Instead, they began to grow curious about the life in the Divine Realm–I was planning when to toss Dingdang to them to answer their questions, guessing that little thing would be quite popular then.

As for Little Douding, she really had gone into seclusion these past few days. Could it be, as she said a few days ago, that the most crucial experiment, accounting for twenty percent of the overall value of the entire test paper, had reached its critical moment?

Thinking of little thing’s so-called “Junior Creation Certificate,” I really felt like tearing up…

While I was lost in thought under the warm autumn sun, half asleep, the phone in Lilina’s hands suddenly rang.

Lilina was startled by the sudden blaring ringtone, then she pressed a couple of buttons and put the phone next to my ear.

I so wanted to hypnotize myself into believing that the keyboard imprint left on my face by Lilina was due to her accidentally exerting too much force, but sadly her muttering complaints about not using enough force left a serious blow to my kind-hearted spirit.

“Hello, who is this?”

Because of Lilina’s prank, and feeling subtly displeased, I took the phone without even checking who it was–Lilina didn’t give me a chance to see clearly anyway–and said that. This number belonged to an internal line, and only a few knew it. Excluding the few little ones who would directly connect through spiritual connection, that left Lin Xue and a few of my high school friends. It definitely wouldn’t be those unscrupulous buddies busy chasing after dates at this hour, so it must be Lin Xue. There’s no need to be polite with her–my intuition is usually pretty accurate.

Just as I was thinking my intuition was quite precise, I sneezed four or five times in a row, almost blasting my back teeth onto the coffee table.

“Sis… I was wrong…”

Even the most accurate intuition has its moments of error, right?

Big Sister’s voice sounded as gentle as ever, not at all revealing that she had just drawn circles and cursed someone, “Ah Jun, it’s me. Has Little Baobao come back?”

I responded with bewilderment, “Little Baobao? Isn’t she with you?”

“Just now she was,” Big Sister’s voice sounded a bit apologetic, “but I took my eyes off her for a moment and the little girl disappeared. I thought she had gotten bored and went back on her own… She didn’t return home early?”

“No.” I was quite certain of that because if Little Baobao had come back, she would be hanging around my neck by now. That was the greeting ritual that little girl had to perform every time she came back from outdoors.

It looks like Little Baobao is lost again–note, I used the word “again.”

Obviously, this wasn’t the first time it had happened, and even more obvious was the fact that I wasn’t worried.

I’ve mentioned before, Little Baobao naturally possesses an ability we simply can’t comprehend: she can appear in any place at any time in any way, such as in the combat conference room, the armory, the fighter Gnaku, or even inside the engine of a giant battleship… These are places where even a fly has to show ID to get past, yet this little girl, who hasn’t even developed basic intelligence, can sway and wander inside, evading the guard of countless soldiers and passing through these restricted areas without anyone’s knowledge. It has to be said, this is a truly magical ability, to be honest, I just can’t understand how she manages to show up in these places…

And this ability works the other way around too, if you send a squad of special agents to keep an eye on Little Baobao and make sure she doesn’t wander off, the moment she chooses, she’ll still vanish right before your eyes.

But I’ve never been worried about this little one going missing again and again: although Little Baobao is a bit clueless, with the help of the built-in navigator, she at least knows the way home, and most of the time, after she goes missing, she will come back home to find me at the first chance. From this perspective, this girl is a lot more reliable than Alaya.

As for the possibility of her getting into an accident outside, there’s even less need to worry. The Xyrin Host might not be so strong in combat, but with a body impenetrable by swords and guns and her innate Divine Power, it shouldn’t be a problem for Little Baobao to take on a tank or two. I reckon that the city of K, having been peaceful for so many years, probably doesn’t even have tanks to speak of; chances are the couple of guns at the police station are about to rust over. It’s not like she’s gonna end up wandering into some military base and getting surrounded, right?

So, regarding Little Baobao’s disappearance, I was completely unworried. Most likely, the girl found something interesting on the way and became so enchanted that she forgot to come back. If she’s hungry, she’d naturally return home for a meal.

That’s what I thought at first.

Until lunchtime, when Big Sister, who had already returned, suddenly popped up with, “Seems like I haven’t seen Little Baobao, huh?”

Then I started feeling that something was off.

No matter what fun things she finds outside, Little Baobao never misses her next meal: from a young age, she has been a good kid who eats properly.

Unless something unexpected happened, could it be that the kid really wandered off to Area 51 and got into a fight with the Black-clothed People?

At this thought, I got a bit uneasy. If anyone in the house is the most obedient, it should be Little Baobao, but if you ask who makes me worry the most, it’s still Little Baobao. Raising kids is just nerve-wracking like that; even if they grow up and are called Optimus Prime, nothing can shield a father’s nervous heart!

“Baobao, where are you? Come home for lunch!”

I sent out a broad-range mental search, and then suddenly remembered the last time I did something like this was to call Alaya home for dinner. It seems that, from a certain perspective, that Dull Cat Angel is on the same level of naivety as Little Baobao.

What responded to me was a burst of static, and then Little Baobao’s joyous voice abruptly filled my mind, “Ya… Yiya…”

As much as this expression is cliche and a pain to hear, I still have to say, here’s a piece of good news and a piece of bad news.

The good news is, from the sound of Little Baobao’s reply, she’s currently perfectly fine and quite happy. The bad news, however, is that the continuous stream of inexplicable yiya yiya sounds is quite perplexing to me…

Although I know that a Mother Machine of the Xyrin Host grows up incredibly slowly, still, Little Baobao not being able to speak for such a long time should be considered a development issue even among human children, right?

Oh, I guess I can’t count it that way; if I convert it to human age, Little Baobao should only be a few months old now. I reckon even Einstein wouldn’t be speaking at that age. But Little Baobao could bounce around and even build houses and make guns right after being born, such formidable talent made me unconsciously forget about her age.

Also, I have to consider the fact that Xyrin babies and human babies develop differently: Their kids can operate over one hundred and thirty types of vehicles the moment they’re born.

I’ve realized one thing, and that is my mind always veers off whenever I start to think about a problem, and within three minutes, it can make me completely forget what I was initially thinking about. So, my sister and I have something in common: she also veers off track, and it’s the kind that immediately forgets the current task at hand whenever something new comes up. If she’s washing clothes and someone knocks on the door, nine times out of ten those clothes would soak for more than two days–which is why as a child, I always ended up eating burnt food.

See, went off track again.

“Baobao has replied,” my mind finished its train of thought and then I looked up, “But I can’t understand what the little guy is saying.”

Two minutes later, Baobao was lifted out of the room, and this historically most irresponsible mother concentrated and had a fifteen-second conversation with her daughter before reporting to me, “Little Baobao says she’s discovered Medusa and is now tracking the big bad guy…”

“Oh.”

I nodded my head in a habitual show of calm.

A second later, I realized what she’d said and jumped up on the spot, nearly hitting the ceiling: “What did you say!?”

“Little Baobao says she’s found traces of Medusa,” Baobao said, still seemingly not caring, her expression still nonchalant, “She’s following her now, and that girl says she wants to give dad and moms (noticeable word, isn’t it?) a surprise, so no need to wait for her at lunch.”

“Wait a minute! You’re not joking, right?” I finally couldn’t maintain my composure as this news had as much impact on me as the day when I heard that the national football team had made it out of Asia. Meow, has this world already been subverted by someone in secret?

“That girl is following Medusa? Does she even understand what tracking is… I mean, does that intellectual five-year-old know what she’s doing?”

“Baobao is naive, but she isn’t stupid, and besides, that girl is much smarter than you think,” Sandora, seeing the expression on my face, naturally knew what surprised me, “She just can’t express it, but she understands everything in her mind. After the day you met Medusa, her image was already uploaded to the central database, Little Baobao probably saw that data by chance, so she wanted to do something to make you happy, that mischievous girl.”

“Nothing bad will happen, right?”

I asked worriedly.

“No big deal, even though Xyrin Hosts don’t have offensive capabilities, they are pretty good at protection, and Little Baobao isn’t completely clueless. If she encounters danger, she just needs to call out and two hundred Host Guard Soldiers can be on the spot immediately, so don’t worry, she should be able to handle it… This girl, she really did a great job this time.”

You’re wrong, Sandora! What I’m worried about isn’t that Little Baobao might be in trouble! (To be continued, if you wish to know what happens next, please visit www.NovelFire.net. More chapters are available, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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