Give Xingtie a little MC shock

Xing He tentatively picked up the chopsticks in front of him, but when he looked closely, he was stunned.

[wooden stick]

Because of the MC system, as soon as he held the chopsticks, they were directly identified as wooden sticks.

How can I pick up food like this?

San Yueqi, who was standing by, noticed that Xing He hadn't picked up his chopsticks, and mistakenly thought that he was shy, so he put some food into his bowl with a look of pity on his face.

"Xing He, don't starve yourself."

"Um..."

Xing He forced a smile and looked at the bowl of food in front of him, feeling extremely conflicted.

With the previous experience of chopsticks being identified as wooden sticks, Xing He could already imagine how he should eat.

But eating in that way in front of so many people...

When Xing He thought of that scene, he couldn't help but tap his toes on the ground.

But even so, he couldn't stop eating, and his satiety kept decreasing, unless he committed suicide and restored his satiety through resurrection.

But you can't commit suicide when you're hungry, right? That's too abstract.

Finally! After a while of hesitation, Xing He reached out and picked up the bowl in front of him, and directly put it to his mouth and started eating.

When the people who were enjoying their meal heard the unusual noise coming from Xing He's side, they all stopped what they were doing and looked at Xing He in shock as he was holding the bowl with one hand and eating.

San Yueqi, who was sitting next to Xing He, was the most surprised: "Xing He, you don't use chopsticks..."

Halfway through her words, March Seven remembered what Walter had said to her not long ago.

'He is probably like a newborn baby, curious about everything.'

When he thought of this, San Yueqi's heart suddenly tightened.

She originally thought that losing her memory was tragic enough, but Xing He's condition was much more miserable than her.

After Xing He finished eating the vegetables and rice in the bowl, he gently placed the empty bowl in front of him. With a deathly pale face, he gave everyone an awkward smile.

Send! What a shame!

Xing He wanted to cry but had no tears. Could it be that this was the price he had to pay for the powerful strength brought to him by the MC system?

Just when Xing He didn't know how to explain to everyone, everyone's face showed a trace of pity.

San Yueqi next to him picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and held the bowl to his mouth.

"Open your mouth. Ah, it doesn't matter if you can't use chopsticks. I'll feed you."

Xing He fell silent when he saw the maternal love that was about to overflow from 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 20: The Last Meal Before the Leap

After a difficult period of feeding the paly, 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 Yue Qi, who was hugging a pillow, poked his head out of the door: "Are you afraid of the dark? Do you want me to accompany you?"

Xing He turned his head and glanced at the only bed in his room, and shook his head decisively: "I will never give this bed to you. I am counting on it as a resurrection point."

San Yue Qi hugged the pillow and sighed: "I won't steal your bed... you see!"

As he spoke, San Yue Qi leaned forward with his whole body, holding a rolled blanket in his other hand.

"Let's sleep on the floor!"

Xing He had a strange look on his face. Why did San Yue Qi and everyone else's attitude towards him become so strange since the meal?

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

Xing He looked down at his square arms and thought, this doesn't look like the body shape that a baby should have.

Where is the problem?

While Xing He was thinking, San Yueqi came in dragging a blanket and spread it next to Xing He's bed, then brought over some bedding.

After getting into bed, San Yue Qi smiled and looked at Xing He who was still standing beside the bed: "It's getting late, go to bed."

Seeing that San Yueqi had already made the bed on the floor, Xing He nodded helplessly, gently touched the bed with his right hand, and immediately lay down on it.

When San Yueqi saw him lying on the bed, she did not turn off the desk lamp, but looked at the ceiling quietly. After a long time, she spoke softly.

"Xing He, do you want to hear my story?"

Xing He: ZZZZZZZ

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

San Yueqi suddenly sat up, looked at Xing He who was fast asleep on the bed, and shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Really? If I had known that you could fall asleep as soon as you touched the bed, I and everyone else wouldn't have to worry so much about you not being able to sleep at night..."

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The next morning, as soon as six o'clock arrived, Xing He, who was lying on the bed, stood up automatically and opened his eyes.

"Hiss, this sleep quality is really good!"

Xing He looked at his bed with some surprise. When he went to bed yesterday, he thought he would fall asleep slowly like a normal sleep.

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 no trace of dreaming at all, as if he had simply closed his eyes.

"Woo, you woke up so early?"

San Yueqi, who was sleeping on the floor, opened his eyes in a daze, stood up blankly, tidied up the bed, and staggered out of the house. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind Xing He.

"Xing He, remember to eat breakfast, we'll go out later~"

Although he didn't understand what San Yueqi wanted him to do, Xing He still obediently walked out of the room to have breakfast.

As soon as he arrived in the kitchen, Xing He smelled the fragrance of food. He turned his head and saw Walter, wearing an apron, coming out with a pot of porridge.

Seeing Xing He, Walter smiled gently: “You woke up quite early. Getting up early is a good habit.”

“Mr. Walter got up so early?”

Xing He was a little surprised. He got up on time at six o'clock. If Walter wanted to make this pot of porridge, he obviously had to get up earlier.

Walter waved his hand indifferently: “I’m old and can’t sleep for long. Come on, 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 head.

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

Before Walter could even utter the last word "you" in his words, Xing He immediately picked up the bowl and started to chew it. In less than two seconds, a clean bowl was placed in front of him.

"I'm done eating."

The corners of Walter’s mouth twitched, and finally he shook his head with a smile and tears, and teased Xing He: “It seems that you should let Xiao Sanyue feed you in the future?”

Xing He shook his head desperately. It wasn’t about who fed him. It was just that he didn’t want to be fed!

Just give him anything to eat. He has even eaten rotten meat and spider eyes, so what's there to worry about that he can't eat?

"Hey, Xing He is awake? You are still groggy after getting up so early, right? Would you like a cup of coffee?"

Ji Zi walked into the kitchen yawning, and seeing that Xing He had 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 pour it directly into his mouth.

Walter turned pale when he saw this, and hurriedly reached out to stop him, but Xing He had already drunk the whole cup.

Ji Zi watched Xing He drink her hand-brewed coffee in one gulp, and sat aside expectantly to ask him what he thought: "How is it? How does it taste?"

Xing He smacked his lips. Due to the restrictions of MC rules, he couldn't taste anything he ate. The only thing he could feel was that this cup of coffee was as sticky as honey.

"It's good, but a little sticky~"

As he spoke, Xing He suddenly dry-heaved, and a [Nausea: 03:00] debuff suddenly appeared on his forehead.

Walter stood up from his chair in a flash and asked nervously: "Xing He! Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere!"

Ji Zi glanced at him unhappily: "It's just a cup of coffee."

Xing He also nodded in agreement: "Well, I'm fine, just...a little...sick...in my stomach."

At this moment, San Yueqi, who had just finished washing up, finally came in. As soon as she walked into the kitchen, she saw Xing He retching non-stop, and her heart immediately rose to her throat.

"Xing He, what's wrong with you?"

Walter trembled and adjusted the frame of his glasses, pointing to the coffee cup in Xing He’s hand: “He drank Ji Zi’s coffee.”

"What?! Uncle Yang, please contact the doctor at the Black Tower Space Station!"

"You two!"

Ji Zi stared at the two guys with a dark face. It was obvious that Xing He's dry heaving was because there was something wrong with the porridge made by Walter, so why did he blame her coffee?

Seeing Ji Zi's reaction, San Yueqi and Walter sighed helplessly.

Ji Zi is good in every way except coffee.

Fortunately, after three minutes, Xing He recovered and stopped retching.

San Yueqi was able to eat her breakfast peacefully. She ate very quickly, as if she wanted to go out with Xing He as soon as possible.

In less than five minutes, he put down his bowl and chopsticks, pulled Xing He and walked out of the train.

"Uncle Yang, Sister Ji Zi, we are going out!"

"Be careful on the road and remember to come back early. The train will leave for the next stop today."

"Okay got it, we'll be right back!"

Chapter 21 It’s time to choose a module before departure

"So, what do you want to do when you ask me out?"

Xing He looked at San Yue Qi beside him in confusion.

Sanyueqi smiled and reached into his pocket to search for a while: "Don't you think you are missing something?"

As soon as San Yueqi said this, Xing He's expression suddenly tensed up and he quickly opened his backpack to check it.

Could it be that the system had disabled the system from dropping items upon death without my knowledge? All my equipment was lost?!

After opening the backpack, Xing He saw that everything inside was intact, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"All my things are still here, what's missing?"

Seeing that Xing He didn't react, San Yueqi simply took out his cell phone from his pocket and waved it in front of Xing He.

"Look, your cell phone is so important, have you forgotten it?"

Hiss, it’s true.

Xing He just realized now that this world is not as retro as the original MC, but it has all kinds of high-tech, including mobile phones.

"Today, I brought you out to buy you a cell phone."

As he spoke, the expression on San Yue Qi's face suddenly became a little gentler.

"Thank you for saving me from Doommon that day."

"You're welcome, just do it."