Give Star Iron a little MC shock

Valte nodded: "Although there are still many doubts in this video, at least it can be confirmed that Xing He was created by the Star Core Hunter. Combined with what you said about those things being brought back from the space station, I can boldly deduce that perhaps Xing He's mind is still immature, like a newborn baby, which is why he is curious about everything."

"So that's it..."

On March 7th, she turned back to look at Xing He, her eyes filled with pity.

Xing He is probably still very scared deep down. He created his 'parents' but then abandoned him alone in this unknown place.

If they hadn't happened to run into Xing He, who knows what would have happened to him.

"In short, Xiao Sanyue, you've spent the most time with Xing He, and he's closest to you. Take good care of him."

Walter patted March 7 on the shoulder and then turned and left.

"Ok!"

March 7th agreed, and after watching Walter leave, she went into the room. Looking at Xing He's busy figure, her tone softened slightly.

"Xing He, shall we go eat first?"

Xing He, who had just finished decorating the room and putting some useless items in the treasure chest, turned around and agreed.

"Okay, that's perfect, I only have two bars of satiety left."

Xing He also felt that he should start preparing for the food issue, otherwise he wouldn't be able to run if he wasn't full.

A Minecraft life without running and jumping is incomplete!

When the two returned to the kitchen next to the observation car, they found that Himeko had already prepared a table full of delicious food, and everyone else was already seated.

Himeko greeted them with a smile, "Little Sanyue, Xing He, come sit down and eat."

"okay!"

On March 7th, Xing He was pulled to sit down in an empty seat, and then everyone began to enjoy a delicious dinner.

However, watching the people around him constantly waving their chopsticks, Xing He looked at his own hands and was at a loss.

Oh no, Steve doesn't know how to use chopsticks!

Xing He tentatively picked up the chopsticks in front of him, but when he took a closer look, he was dumbfounded.

[Wooden stick]

Because of the MC system, the moment he held the chopsticks, they were immediately recognized as wooden sticks.

How am I supposed to pick up food like this?!

March 7th noticed that Xing He hadn't touched his chopsticks and mistakenly thought he was shy, so she put some food into his bowl with a look of pity.

"Xing He, don't starve yourself."

"Um..."

Xing He forced a smile, looking at the bowl of food in front of him, his heart filled with conflict.

Having learned from the previous experience of chopsticks being mistaken for wooden sticks, Xing He could already imagine how he should eat.

But to eat like that in front of so many people...

Just thinking about that scene made Xing He want to dig his toes into the ground.

Even so, he couldn't stop eating; his satiety level kept dropping unless he committed suicide and was resurrected to regain it.

But you can't just commit suicide every time you go hungry, can you? That's too abstract.

Finally! After a moment of hesitation, Xing He reached out, picked up the bowl in front of him, and started eating it with gusto.

Everyone who was enjoying their meal stopped what they were doing when they heard the strange noise coming from Xing He's side. They stared in shock at Xing He, who was holding his bowl with one hand and starting to eat.

Sitting next to Xing He, March 7th was the most surprised: "Xing He, you don't use chopsticks..."

Halfway through her sentence, March 7th remembered what Walter had told her not long ago.

He's probably like a newborn baby right now, curious about everything.

The thought of those words made March 7's heart clench.

She thought her amnesia was bad enough, but Xing He's situation was far worse.

After finishing the food and rice in his bowl, Xing He gently placed the empty bowl in front of him and gave everyone an awkward smile with a deathly pale face.

Oh no! This is incredibly embarrassing!

Xing He was on the verge of tears. Was this the price he had to pay for the powerful MC system that brought him?

Just as Xing He was wondering how to explain to everyone, a look of pity appeared on everyone's faces.

The person next to him, San Yueqi, even picked up a piece of food with his chopsticks and held the bowl to his lips.

"Open your mouth, ah, it's okay if you can't use chopsticks, I'll feed you."

Xing He fell silent as he looked at the overflowing maternal love in San Yueqi's eyes.

They don't really think I'm a disabled person who can't even use chopsticks, do they?!

Don’t do that kind of thing!

Chapter Twenty: The Last Meal Before the Leap

After enduring a difficult period of being fed, Xing He was finally released from prison and allowed to return to his room to rest.

As soon as Xing He returned to his room, before he could even close the door, San Yueqi, clutching a pillow, poked her head out from outside: "Aren't you afraid of the dark? Do you want me to come with you?"

Xing He turned his head and glanced at the only bed in his room, then shook his head decisively: "I will absolutely not give this bed to you. I'm counting on it as my respawn point."

March 7th, clutching her pillow, sighed softly, "We're not going to steal your bed...look!"

As she spoke, March 7th leaned out her whole body, holding a rolled-up blanket in her other hand.

"Let's sleep on the floor!"

Xing He looked puzzled. Why did March 7 and everyone else's attitude towards him become so strange starting from the meal?

It's like... taking care of a baby?

Xing He looked down at his square arms and wondered if this was the size a baby should have.

So where exactly does the problem lie?

Just as Xing He was thinking, March 7th dragged in a blanket and laid it next to Xing He's bed, then brought over some bedding.

After getting into bed, March 7th smiled and looked at Xing He, who was still standing by the bed: "It's getting late, go to sleep."

Seeing that March 7th had already laid out the bedding, Xing He could only nod helplessly, gently touch the bed with his right hand, and immediately lay down on it.

On March 7th, seeing him lie down on the bed, she didn't turn off the lamp, but quietly stared at the ceiling. After a long while, she spoke softly.

"Xing He, would you like to hear my story?"

Xing He: ZZZZZZZ

"Huh?! How did you fall asleep?!"

March 7th suddenly sat up, looked at Xing He who was already fast asleep on the bed, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Honestly, if we had known you could fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow, we wouldn't have been so worried about you not being able to sleep at night..."

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The next morning, at six o'clock sharp, Xing He, who was lying on the bed, automatically got up and opened his eyes.

Wow, this sleep quality is really good!

Xing He glanced at his bed with some surprise. He had thought he would fall asleep slowly like a normal sleep yesterday.

As a result, even his sleep followed MC's rules. As soon as he lay down on the bed, he lost consciousness, and when he opened his eyes again, it was already morning.

There was absolutely no trace of dreaming in it; it was as if he had simply closed his eyes for a moment.

"Oh, you woke up so early?"

March 7th, who was sleeping on the floor, opened her eyes in a daze, stood up blankly, tidied up her bedding, and staggered out of the house. As she went out, she didn't forget to remind Xing He.

"Xing He, remember to eat breakfast. We're going out later."

Although he didn't understand why March 7th had called him out to do something, Xing He still obediently went out of his room to have breakfast.

As soon as Xing He entered the kitchen, he smelled the aroma of food. He turned around and saw Walter wearing an apron carrying a pot of porridge out.

Upon seeing Xing He, Walter smiled gently: "You woke up quite early. Getting up early is a good habit."

"Mr. Walter, you're up so early?"

Xing He was a little surprised. He got up at six o'clock sharp, so Walter obviously needed to get up even earlier to make this pot of porridge.

Walter waved his hand dismissively: "I'm old, I can't sleep for long. Alright, sit down and eat."

Walter served Xing He a bowl of porridge and handed it to him. As soon as Xing He took it, Walter suddenly slapped his forehead.

"I forgot, you don't know how to use chopsticks yet, right? Let me feed you..."

Before Walter could even finish saying the last "you," Xing He immediately picked up the bowl and started munching away. In less than two seconds, a clean bowl was placed in front of him.

"I'm done eating."

Walter's lips twitched, and he finally shook his head with a wry smile, teasing Xing He, "Looks like we'll have to let Little March feed you from now on?"

Xing He shook his head frantically. It wasn't a matter of who fed him; it was that he didn't want to be fed!

Just give him some food; he's eaten rotten flesh and spider eyes before, so what can't he eat?

"Hey, Xing He's awake? Up so early, still a bit groggy? Want a cup of coffee?"

As Ji Zi yawned, she walked into the kitchen and saw that Xing He had already finished breakfast. She smiled and went into the kitchen to make him a cup of coffee and brought it out.

"Thank you."

Xing He took the coffee from Ji Zi, thanked her, and was about to gulp it down his throat.

Walter turned pale upon seeing this and hurriedly reached out to stop him, but Xing He had already drunk the entire cup.

Ji Zi watched Xing He down her hand-drip coffee in one gulp, then sat down beside him expectantly and asked for his opinion: "How was it? How did it taste?"

Xing He smacked his lips. Due to the restrictions of MC rules, he couldn't taste anything no matter what he ate. The only thing he could feel was that the coffee was as thick as honey.