The package has assigned me way too many objects.

"Put in a mechanical tube, then record the internal structure. Otherwise, how else do you think you can get the data? Light scanning?"

Holy crap... that's ruthless!

If they even have a model of the esophagus, then other parts of the body probably won't be spared either.

Chu Yinan now seriously suspects that what that tall, mature woman said about helping her son rise to power was a pretense, and that she really wanted to use Chu Yinan to get revenge on Heinrich.

First it was Miss Bachmann, the school nurse, and then it was Veronica. This female father seems to be doing nothing right!

"Then let me add one more thing, Heinrich, are these the only two enemies you have?" Chu Yinan felt deeply worried about the future.

Heinrich didn't take it to heart at all, and said casually, "They're not enemies, it's just a little friction and unpleasantness at most. It's impossible for people to fully understand each other, so it's normal to have a little friction."

No, although it's true that you have to accept the consequences of your bet, and Veronica brought it upon herself, you still brought her into the AI ​​Tower and gave her a full-body mold. It would be unreasonable not to have a grudge against her.

But perhaps this is a manifestation of emotional intelligence.

Low emotional intelligence: It's normal to have more enemies.

High emotional intelligence: There is no understanding between people.

"What if I get beaten up in the street in the future?"

Heinrich continued to touch Chu Yinan, his hand occasionally landing on his chest, seemingly searching for the muscle contours from a few minutes ago, but unfortunately, not a trace was left. In his cute boy form, Chu Yinan's body was soft and limp.

If you don't touch strange places, it's hard to tell whether it's a boy or a girl with your eyes closed.

"Why don't you just shout for help? After you turn into a big boy, will your mobility decrease a lot?"

"Hmm, my body feels heavy, but it's very high up, and I can see people's faces clearly, not just their butts."

"Try to go to the gym sometime to get used to controlling your muscles. Anyway, you'll just be playing around at the company. Otherwise, it would be too stupid to have a whole body of muscles that you can't even run."

"I'm not just playing around, I'm also helping out with the work!"

After soaking for a short while, the smart home system gave a voice prompt to the two people in the bathroom, saying, "It's late, please get some rest." Heinrich then helped Chu Yinan dry off and left the bathroom to prepare for bed.

According to the unequal agreement he signed with Aunt Liu, he was supposed to sleep with her tonight, but since Aunt Liu was already asleep, Chu Yinan wondered if he could renege on the agreement for the night and sleep in his own room first.

Heinrich didn't mind where Chu Yinan slept; they were all under the same roof anyway, and they'd run into each other all the time.

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Although I only slept in Marissa's room last night, it inexplicably feels like it's been a long time since I've slept in my own room.

In the dimly lit room, a faint blue light flickered – the light from the tablet computer.

Bei Yutang was still awake. She sat up in bed, wearing only a thin coat to keep warm. Her eyes were fixed on the tablet in front of her, her eyebrows furrowed, as she pondered something with a troubled expression.

This is really rare. The last time I saw her staying up this late was when she was sucking her toe and eating original flavor.

Chu Yinan tiptoed over, climbed into bed, and snuggled up to her sister, asking, "Why aren't you asleep yet, it's so late?"

"Changing something."

The girl reached out and gently pinched his cheek, as if using him as a punching bag. After pinching for a while, she remembered that she hadn't hugged him for several days, so she put the tablet aside and hugged Chu Yinan in her arms, rubbing his face.

Chu Yinan had no way to resist, so after leaving her female father's place, she ended up with her sister.

He glanced at the contents of the tablet; it seemed to be the manuscript for Yu Tang's new book. But weren't they already discussing its publication? Why were they starting to revise it again?

"Your manuscript didn't pass the review, and it was rejected before it was even published?" Chu Yinan pressed down on her sister's hand, stopping her from squeezing it any further.

“What do you mean by being sent back? Do you think this is like when you were punished by your teacher to rewrite your essay? When I was in a meeting with the publisher, I was looking at my manuscript out of boredom. After a while, I felt that it still needed to be revised, so I told them that I was postponing it.” After saying that, Bei Yutang yawned sleepily.

She's not used to staying up late, and she still gets sleepy at this time.

"This is really reckless. Doesn't the publisher have any objections...?"

"What opinions could I possibly have?" The girl's tone was matter-of-fact, but she still understood basic common sense. "My last book had good market feedback, so I naturally had a say with the publisher. If this one doesn't do well, I'll probably lose that say."

Judging from her expression, Chu Yinan knew that she didn't care much about the economic consequences of "this book not being good," since it was something she did out of interest.

How enviable! Chu Yinan pondered his own situation. If he were to turn his hobby into a source of income, he would probably have to become a porn appraiser.

"What's wrong with your book? I have excellent judgment; I've been a reading and appreciation expert for ten years. Let me give you some advice." Chu Yinan patted Yu Tang's chest confidently.

After racking her brains all night, Bei Yutang was no longer in the mood to complain about her younger brother. She said helplessly, "As for the atmosphere, I feel that I still haven't captured the flavor of a specific era, a specific region, and a specific environment."

As far as Chu Yinan is concerned, he doesn't quite understand what his sister meant by "taste" to be considered acceptable.

But it's very late now, and when people are tired, their brains can only support erotic activities, not the emotional development of intellectual pursuits.

He picked up the tablet, climbed off the bed, and placed it on the desk a few meters away, leaving her with only a wireless keyboard.

Why did you take my tablet?

"Yutang, you should go to sleep, it's almost midnight."

Chu Yinan returned to his bed, and that wasn't all. He crawled under the covers, lifted Yu Tang's plump buttocks, and adjusted her position so that she was lying flat on the bed. Then he tucked her in.

In the darkness, Bei Yutang smiled, but her tone was reproachful.

"If you want to sleep, you can go to sleep first. Don't disturb my work!"

Seeing her sister about to lift the covers and get up to get her tablet, Chu Yinan rolled over and hugged her, clinging to her like a koala, not letting her move.

"Oh~ Could it be that you're feeling sorry for your older sister and want me to go to bed early?"

"Who cares about you? It's just that if you look at the tablet, the light will keep me awake! Go to sleep, I'll hold you and lull you to sleep." Chu Yinan denied it outright.

Chapter 86 Female Monster!

The next morning, Chu Yinan sat in a daze for a while after getting up, thinking about what he wanted to do.

He quickly snapped out of his brief daze after waking up.

"Last night, it seems they were saying that Yutang's manuscript wasn't pungent enough!" Chu Yinan nodded.

Culture, when discussed broadly, can easily be labeled as biased or distorted. However, for literary young women who write books, what they pursue is simply a romantic experience within a specific context.

If you want to know how to make something truly culturally relevant, the best way is to have a local person point out any errors or omissions.

They're not from that kind of culture to begin with, so forcing it on them is unrealistic.

The girl was still asleep, lying on her side on the soft bed, her long, black hair spread out like clouds. The tranquility on her beautiful face as she slept made Bei Yutang look like an exquisitely crafted porcelain doll.

Of course, it would be even better if she could wear loose sleep underwear or nipple covers when she sleeps; otherwise, once some subtle nipple protrusions are discovered, the art-like doll becomes an adult companion doll.

Chu Yinan slapped his sister on the shoulder and shook her awake: "Yutang, wake up, the sun's shining on your butt."

"Then go draw the curtains so the sun won't shine through," the older sister mumbled, not seeming to open her eyes. "What for?"

"Can I copy your manuscript? I'll have someone help you revise the 'flavor'."

"Who please?"

"The people from that scenic area last time, they're considered locals, right?"

Bei Yutang squinted and thought for a moment. The place was now a "scattered" land, and it was not certain that someone could be found to help review the manuscript. Young people might not have the literary background, and older people might not have the energy to help you read it word by word.

However, Bei Yutang was still asleep and didn't want to think about it too deeply.

"Whatever you want, just remember to tell Qilin and the others not to leak the manuscript."

"Alright, don't worry about me. Yutang, you should get some sleep."

Chu Yinan rolled over her sister's body, climbed over mountains and ridges, then ran to the desk to take her tablet, copied a document, and sent it to Fu Xi for technical processing to keep it confidential.

Then I opened my email and prepared to send another email to ask if I could read the manuscript for a fee and make changes to the environment and atmosphere rendering, etc.

He was halfway through editing the email when a new email arrived in his inbox—a reply to his previous inquiry about the recipe.

This time, the email included recipes for two more dishes, with details down to the grams of each ingredient and the cooking time in seconds. It was incredibly generous; I've never seen anyone do business like this before!

And added a note—

Is your anorexia psychological or physiological?

Modern emails are delivered instantly, even transoceanic emails. The delivery of this email means the editor was also at their computer!

Chu Yinan stopped editing the email and opened the email content. He was worried that typing was too slow, so he sent it as an audio email.

[Wait a minute, I need your help with something. Please don't leave your computer yet.]

"Please don't leave right after sending the email, or I'll have to wait several days for a reply." Chu Yinan prayed. The emails asking for recipes always took a while to get a response.

This doesn't seem like the speed of operations expected of a legitimate commercial tourist attraction; it's excessively laid-back. However, Chu Yinan is getting something for free, so there's not much he can say.

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Emails from the scenic area are handled by AI, including basic inquiries about room reservations.

Those more complicated or difficult emails should be left to those in charge to reply to.

The woman sat in front of the computer, her kimono slipping down to her arms, revealing her fair shoulders, her expression carrying the languid weariness of someone just waking up at dawn.

Minagawa Izumi opened the audio email, and a cute, childlike voice of a little boy came from the speaker, his tone a little urgent.

The woman recognized the child's voice; wasn't this the little boy who had fallen into the water and kept asking her for recipes every now and then?

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Chu Yinan's luck was good today, and he quickly received a text reply from the other party.

Please let me know if you need anything; I'll do my best to help.

"It's good that I'm still in front of the computer..."

For formal communication, it's best to use text input, especially at work. Sending instructions to peers or superiors via voice will most likely cause problems.

However, typing is quite inconvenient for Chu Yinan's fingers. He either has to endure the trouble caused by insufficient spacing between his fingers, or he has to patiently use his index finger to press each letter key one by one.

Chu Yinan was worried that the other party would leave after waiting too long, so she finally chose to send a voice message.

[Chu Yinan: My sister is writing a manuscript, but she can't capture the authentic flavor of your local culture. If there's anyone in your area who could help take a look at the manuscript, I'm willing to pay.]

"Actually, I can also use speech-to-text, I almost forgot about that function." Chu Yinan suddenly realized and patted his forehead.

The other side replied quickly, and the reply was very simple.

[No payment is required. Just send in your manuscript, and I'll do my best.]

"Thank you so much, Comma. I'll send it to you in a bit. Comma. It'll be around 15 words. Comma. When can I expect to get the results? Question mark." Chu Yinan typed the text via voice input, and then typed a thank-you message to express his gratitude for the recipe.

The other party replied to the email even faster than last time, and it was an audio email!