“Okay.” Gu Hong nodded.
Long Dayong turned his head to look at the door and casually said, “Ah, you’re back.”
With that said, he cast his gaze back at the LCD screen.
Long Aihong didn’t even raise her eyelids. She didn’t say a word and was abnormally focused.
Although he didn’t receive the attention he deserved, Long Yuehong heaved a sigh of relief. He then casually found a seat in the living room and sat down to watch the television with his family.
After an episode ended, Gu Hong seemed to come to a realization and reprimanded Long Yuehong. “Why didn’t you say anything when you entered?”
Long Yuehong didn’t know how to respond. His experience was to just ignore the comment.
As expected, Gu Hong’s focus quickly shifted. She smiled and took out an irregular cube made of light-yellow paper from her pocket.
Gu Hong then looked at the window and suppressed her voice. “Here, a Babymaker talisman!”
“What talisman?” Long Yuehong reached out to take it with a confused expression.
Gu Hong smiled. “The Babymaker talisman! It can bless your wife with a child soon.”
Long Yuehong glanced at his mother suspiciously. “Where did you get it?”
He remembered that only the older generation had such a culture of using Babymaker talismans. At his parents’ generation, genetic enhancement technology had already matured. Many problems of infertility had never been inherited, so there was no need to pray for additional blessings.
However, nothing was absolute. Genetic enhancement could only be said to have eliminated some problems in advance, but the effects of everyone’s enhancements were different. Some were good, and some were bad. For example, Long Yuehong himself was only 1.75 meters tall after genetic enhancement.
Gu Hong replied righteously, “From your grandmother!”
“Alright.” Long Yuehong casually accepted the Babymaker talisman and stuffed it into his pocket.
As Bai Chen had asked him to stay at home today, he had nothing to do and decided to visit the Rec Center to have a chat with his old classmates and friends he hadn’t seen in months.
After entering the Rec Center, Long Yuehong casually swept his gaze around and suddenly felt a little down. He saw the newly transferred Rec Center’s PIC.
This lady didn’t live on the 495th floor; she only came here to work every day.
Sigh, why would a nice person like Grandpa Chen be infected with the Heartless disease… What a sudden disaster… Long Yuehong sighed inwardly and walked to a corner of the Rec Center.
The Old Task Force had now preliminarily confirmed that the reason Chen Xianyu—the former PIC of the 495th floor’s Rec Center—was infected with the Heartless disease was that a few New World powerhouses from the company had temporarily returned during First City’s uprising to guard against any accidents. This inevitably resulted in a portion of the Heartless virus leaking from the New World into Pangu Biology.
Long Yuehong had just sat down, and before he could adjust his mindset and search for an acquaintance, he heard Shang Jianyao’s voice.
“Everyone, everyone, what song do you want to hear? The Spring Welcoming Singing Competition is about to begin. I need more practice.”
Long Yuehong looked over with a blank expression and saw Shang Jianyao wearing a dark-blue coat and holding a microphone as he stood in front of the Rec Center’s LCD screen to seek everyone’s opinion.
Beside his feet, the small black speaker with a blue bottom was prepared to fire at any moment.
The people playing cards, playing chess, and chatting in the Rec Center replied, “It has to be more festive!”
“It has to make people happy listening to it!”
…
Shang Jianyao listened seriously and waved his hand. “Give me a minute.”
He squatted down and adjusted the small speaker’s playlist.
Before long, he stood up, and music sounded.
Shang Jianyao’s body began to sway with the rhythm, and his voice sounded through the microphone. “Congratulations on becoming rich.
“Congratulations on being wonderful.
“The best ones, please come over.
“The bad, please leave1…”