Monopolize me, let me stay at home [Transmigration Book]

Shang Fan stared at Youyou for five full seconds without blinking.

five seconds! ! !

Already lower than the average human blink rate!

Youyou felt guilty, swallowed, and lowered his head to eat the rice cloth.

It was delicious warm.

Trying to divert uncle's attention with 'super serious dessert eating action'.

The great thing is that it has some effect.

The sky and the earth are big, and the pomelo that eats is the biggest.

Shang Fan's eyes softened, and he really didn't bother him, even the movements of kneading his belly were extremely restrained, and he didn't take the opportunity to do anything else, he could be called a gentleman!

Youyou sighed that Uncle is such a good person, he generously let him touch his flesh, sacrificed his belly, and fulfilled himself!

Even more generously took a spoonful of sweet and not greasy rice cloth, and fed it to my uncle to taste.

On weekdays, if my uncle wanted to eat it, he would buy two servings. If he didn't buy two servings, it meant that he didn't plan to grab it from him.

Youyou’s only obsessive-compulsive disorder is to occupy the first and last bite of food. Only after eating the perfect food can one feel a complete sense of satiety. The psychological comfort and delicious enjoyment are superimposed and complement each other, which can produce hours of happiness.

What could be happier than eating alone!

It must be grabbing someone else's bowl and eating two bites, such a supreme joy, Youyou thinks it is the most appropriate to dedicate it to uncle.

Sure enough, the uncle who was fed looked better.

Youyou thinks it's almost done, even if Uncle is thinking about taking him out, he should be overwhelmed by this happiness and forget about it.

"Enough?"

"Uh-huh!"

Got patted on the head.

Shang Fan's smile is gentle and kind, like spring wind turning into rain, nourishing Youyou's anxious heart, and like a caramel cheese soufflé, so beautiful that it makes Youyou's mouth water.

Then he said,

"Youyou, the weather is very good today. It's not hot at all, the sun is not too big, and the air quality is high. It's very suitable for going out to get some fresh air."

Youyou, who was lifted up to the clouds, was dragged back to hell with a whoosh.

What?Go out to breathe? !

Do you look like I'm starving for oxygen?

Youyou was sad and indignant.

Heartbroken, he beat his chest and stomped his feet, and screamed to the sky.

I even wanted to ask Shang Fan, how did you manage to say such cruel words with such a gentle expression and tone.

But he didn't.

There was no shouting, no crying, no questioning, just swallowing this breath silently like the protagonist in a bitter drama.

Then smiled and hugged Shang Fan's arm,

"Field battle?"

Shang Fan's pupils trembled, and he took a deep breath.

Youyou didn't change his face, and added, "In the novel I read last time, the protagonist was tricked out to get some air, and ended up with pain in his butt in the woods."

Shang Yan: "..."

What do you look at.

Shang Fan's eyes flickered, he looked away, and took a sip of water to cover up his mood swings.

"That was not what I meant."

It is usually scorching hot outside, either stuffy or exposed to the sun. It is normal for normal people not to want to leave the air-conditioned room.

I just feel that the weather is so good today, it should be nice to take a walk in the small garden.

and……

Shang Fan looked down, and saw that the two-page paper with the so-called original book printed on it was rolled into a tube, and it was still held in Youyou's hand, and it didn't let go during the whole process of eating dessert.

He thought Youyou didn't care so much about these things.

"Has 451 ever told you what is the biggest difference between a character with a complete soul and a character supported by intelligent data?"

You You shook his head, "I feel the difference is quite obvious, maybe it's more stupid without a soul? Like a robot?"

451 complained with a silent text message at the side, and then quickly withdrew.

You You glared at it, "451 Did you speak ill of me just now! Otherwise, what are you doing withdrawing!"

451 swished and hid himself in the background program.

Shang Fan smiled and patted him, "It says that those with souls are actually more stupid."

Youyou's expression gradually became fierce.

Shang Yan: "Because they are essentially robots, their computing power and data storage capabilities are far beyond the human brain as long as they are needed."

You You nodded, believing it.

Shang Yan: "The data of the characters in this world are more rigid because they are influenced by me and the energy is extracted. In fact, they can be smarter than real humans. Logical side."

Youyou raised his hand to ask a question, "Then what is the real biggest difference?"

Shang Yan: "Self-awareness."

You You was full of question marks.

Shang Yan: "If you have a soul, you can have yourself. The stronger the power of the soul, the smaller the influence of force majeure on it."

"So that's how it is." Youyou thought thoughtfully, "No wonder it seems to be very peaceful recently..."

Even if the previous original work is fake, those important plot nodes and events that will inevitably happen are all written in the outline, so there is nothing wrong with it.

But recently, it seems that the cannon fodder of the villains has not done much, and the public opinion on the Internet has not been focused on Shang Fan.

It turned out that everyone stopped being a tool for the plot.

"Soon, force majeure will have no place to stay and will disappear from this world completely." Shang Fan drew out a blueprint for the future in a low voice, clasped his hands and tapped his thumbs lightly, "When the time comes, there will be no more No matter what the original fate is."

Youyou thought for a while, and seemed to understand.

He looked at the printing paper in his hand, let go of his palm, spread it flat on the table, and smiled,

"Well, Uncle, we shall all be free."

Shang Fan's response was a long and soft kiss.

Why did Youyou care about such an original work, hold it tightly, the answer didn't need to be asked or thought about, it suddenly surfaced automatically in Shang Fan's heart.

To be precise, it was not an answer, but a sudden feeling of a certain fact.

Just like making marshmallows, finely crushed sugar is sprinkled in, and with the tremors, strands of fluff float out and wrap around the heart repeatedly.

When they reacted, they had already turned into a white haze, making everything different.

It turned out to be like this...

Shang Fan felt satisfied from the bottom of his heart, and also realized that in some respects, compared with You You, he would be so stupid.

Holding such an original book, I thought that Youyou would be happy when I saw it, but I really misunderstood Youyou.

I mistakenly thought that he would be the same as himself, and would regard possession as the best thing.

Shang Fan looked at You You's bright eyes, and gradually fell into deep thought.

Perhaps, I should also try to think more about the other party, instead of just thinking about satisfying myself.

Perhaps, he should try to give him more trust, so that Youyou can live a more colorful life like a real young man.

"I heard that there is a hill in the suburbs that is cool all year round and the temperature is suitable. There are waterfalls and lakes on the mountain. You can go boating and rafting. There are also many wild squirrels and rabbits." , "One of my partners bought a wooden house there, and the food is all natural and delicious, shall we go together?"

Youyou's voice trembled,

"Uncle...you said...what?"

"We went to a cabin in the suburbs, went on vacation together, went boating, rafting, ate wild game, and lived in a cabin."

"No, no, no," You You suddenly picked up the phone and clicked on the latest news, "Recently, many people have caught infectious diseases from eating wild game! It will kill you! It's too dangerous to go!"