"Master... if we, the intelligent life forms created from the fusion of magic souls and information technology, could be considered a species, what should we be called?"
As Yan Xing worked, Chui Chui projected her image, lying on the desk, head tilted and pouting, her eyes blinking rapidly as she asked.
Yan Xing glanced at Chui Chui and continued to focus on the document in his hands, saying, "Are you that idle? If you have nothing to do, help me with official duties."
Not getting an answer, Chui Chui spoke in a coquettish tone, "Chui Chui has been working very hard… Chui Chui prefers to allocate a tiny bit of computing power to watch Master work. Answer Chui Chui's question! If we can be considered a species, what name would sound nice?"
Yan Xing noticed that Chui Chui was acting a bit strangely today. She was good at everything except hiding her emotions.
