My apocalyptic heroine has come true

Xia Xiaochi finally understood what Brother Fang Ming meant when he told her to "work hard together" that day.

That’s what it meant.

but……

What a coincidence.

Their current situations can be said to be exactly the same.

Exactly the same accident, same lame leg.

Xia Xiaochi felt that he was not so lonely anymore.

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Chapter 35 Top

It's quiet at night.

Fang Ming put down his phone and tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep.

He had just chatted with Xia Xiaochi for a long time in order to test her conversational skills.

Some of the higher-ups even revealed their real names.

If this game really was collecting user information, then Fang Ming felt that he had probably fallen into a trap...

However, none of this matters to Fang Ming.

Now, the most important point.

Is Xia Xiaochi really just an AI?

At this stage, AI's language model is basically mature. Various Internet giants have their own AI models. It is not difficult to use this model to implant it into the game to communicate with players.

but……

If it's just text communication, it's fine.

The key is that Xia Xiaochi's human model, her micro-expressions and movements are all seamless.

What are these situations?

Fang Mingke had never heard that today's large AI language models can be compatible with 3D modeling.

The scenes, animations, special effects, dubbing, character modeling...all of these are perfect.

Moreover, she is shy.

Just imagine, such a perfect and pretty girl, showing her shyness because of a few teasings from me...

Her slightly flushed cheeks, her averted gaze, her lightly bitten lips, and the nervous little movements of pinching the corner of her clothes and turning her shoulders to the side.

Any man would feel that.

At this moment, does it matter whether it is AI or not?

"broken."

Fang Ming slapped his forehead.

I'm really a little drunk.

Even if I have already prepared the psychological defense line in my heart that "the other party is just a program".

But after spending time with Xia Xiaochi during this period, Fang Ming still felt that his defenses were somewhat broken.

Get out of bed and walk around the room in a wheelchair.

Feeling the cool moonlight and the breeze outside the window blowing on his cheeks, Fang Ming finally calmed himself down.

He sent all the information he had searched for in the past two days about the game "End of the Century" to Zhang Wei.

He planned to ask Zhang Wei to help him investigate some specific information about the game.

Go back to bed and lie down again.

Finally, I took a look at the peaceful profile of the little heroine as she slept.

Fang Ming turned off his phone reluctantly.

This game...

He will definitely continue playing.

And play it seriously.

So far, all the strength, desire to survive, and positivity about life that Fang Ming has gained all come from the little heroine in this game.

That alone.

It is impossible for Fang Ming to feel intimidated and alienated just because 'she looks like a human'.

just in case.

The other party is really a living person.

If I miss it, wouldn’t I lose a lot?

……

The next day.

A day of rest and adjustment is over.

Fang Ming's body, which had been ravaged by the rehabilitation center for several days, began a new cycle.

The attending physician came to check on Fang Ming's condition early in the morning.

Now, Fang Ming's gastrointestinal function has basically returned to normal. At least he no longer suffers from diarrhea when exposed to fat as before.

This morning's nutritious meal included a chicken drumstick.

Fang Ming hadn't eaten such a big piece of meat for a long time. The feeling of anorexia he had previously felt disappeared, and his body's desire to consume meat protein made him even want to bite the bones into pieces and swallow them.

"...Although your gastrointestinal function is not seriously affected now, you can't eat too much at once, otherwise you will still have diarrhea."

Nurse Li Tao pushed Fang Ming to the rehabilitation center building.

Only then did Fang Ming spit out the chicken bone in his mouth and throw it into the trash can.

Fang Ming could only drink chicken soup in the past two days, but now he can eat chicken.

not bad.

Fang Ming's dream of "eating a hot pot" is not far away.

Taking out his cell phone, Fang Ming sent a message to Wang Hongxia, telling her that he wanted to eat a stewed chicken in the evening.

Then he looked up and glanced at the expression of Nurse Li who was pushing him behind him, and Fang Ming silently changed "a stewed chicken" to "a quarter of a chicken".

Aunt Wang responded quickly, saying that she would immediately buy an old hen for Fang Ming to stew.

Wang Hongxia was a skilled cook hired by Fang Ming's parents to cook and wash. For the past six months, even though Fang Ming's home had been deserted, she had been responsible for maintaining daily hygiene. Wang Hongxia's salary and social security contributions were still paid on time by Fang Ming's father's company.

Therefore, it was reasonable for Fang Ming to ask the other party to make something and bring it over.

After giving instructions to Aunt Wang, Fang Ming took a quick look at Zhang Wei's chat history.

This morning, Zhang Wei replied that the registered company of this game is abroad and it is difficult for him to find detailed information. He asked Fang Ming to give him a few days to ask a friend to help check it out.

He was very curious about why Fang Ming suddenly became interested in games, but Fang Ming just perfunctorily said that he was interested in investing and brushed the other party off.

Before starting this morning's rehabilitation exercises, Fang Ming took another peek at the condition of the little heroine in the game.

Xia Xiaochi woke up before dawn.

She is like a hardworking little bee. The first thing she does when she gets up is to make her bed, then clean up the warehouse, and finally clean up herself.

Looking at her expression as she held the compressed biscuits and ate them contentedly, Fang Ming also felt relieved.

Perhaps, this is the joy of the development game.

……

End of a morning workout.

Fang Ming took a bath with the help of the nurse.

At this time, I was sitting at the head of the bed and blowing my hair.

While holding the hair dryer, Fang Ming couldn't help but open the mobile game.

I haven't seen that little bee for three hours.

In the picture, Xia Xiaochi is taking out the candies from the warehouse one by one.

He peeled off the sugar coating and then took a stone to smash it.

During this time, a few broken sugar crumbs splashed out. Xia Xiaochi picked them up and blew on them with concern. After hesitating for two seconds, he put them into his mouth and took a bite.

Fang Ming didn't say anything, just observed her quietly.

Taking out the canned box prepared in advance, Xia Xiaochi placed the crushed candy in the container and finally lit the alcohol lamp.

After the sugar liquid boiled, Xia Xiaochi took out a piece of clean cotton cloth from his pocket as if by magic.

The cotton cloth was taken from Xia Xiaochi's old dress, and she cut it into a square shape.

Use cotton cloth to filter out unmelted colloid blocks, and then use charcoal and fine sand to absorb them.

Fang Ming finally figured it out.

This little heroine is filtering out impurities here.

Are you planning to purify the candy?

What is the purpose of purifying this thing?

"Xia Xiaochi."

"……arrive!"

Xia Xiaochi shuddered when his name was suddenly called, and the sugar liquid he had extracted with great difficulty almost fell to the ground.