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With lightning speed, Xing pulled out a bright red rose from somewhere and flaunted it on her lips.
Her face instantly switched to what she considered her most charming smile, and she waved enthusiastically at Qibao.
"Hi~ Surprise!"
She blinked, her golden eyes sparkling with the light of discovering a kindred spirit among the beautiful young women:
"Beautiful lady~ Do you like trash cans too?"
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Volume 1: Chapter 564 Sunday: Qiong! I'll kill you a thousand times!
Inside the Chaolu Mansion, Sunday was buried in a mountain of official business.
With the Grand Harmony Ceremony approaching, the number of matters requiring his personal attention as the head of the family is increasing daily.
In addition to the usual celebration preparations, we must always be vigilant against various forces that have been invited to Pinocchio but have different intentions.
Especially those guests who came without an invitation from their families, each with their own ulterior motives.
"The Sea-Patrolling Knight Huang Quan... Her origins remain a mystery."
On Sunday, he muttered to himself as his fingertips traced a report, and he gave his approval.
"Stay alert and continue the investigation."
"How come there's another sea patrol ranger, Raiden Mei... Sea patrol rangers rarely travel in groups..."
Leaning back in his high-backed office chair, Sunday's gaze fell on the next document.
"Ms. Ruan Mei, she did not enter the dream as promised, but she did modify the dream pool in the hotel room..."
The Oak family has 107,336 devout members who practice the path of harmony. A significant portion of them possess keen senses that extend from the family, and few pieces of information can truly escape their omnipresent eyes.
It was these eyes that captured Ruan Mei's movements.
Or rather, Ms. Ruan Mei did not deliberately hide her intentions.
The family's top technical staff have been sent to visit, and the reason they brought back was simple yet troublesome.
"Experiments on consciousness and mental connection using dream pools and memory matter..."
On Sunday, he read the report aloud in a low voice, his knuckles unconsciously pressing against his brow. But as he read, he slowly gasped.
"Is this what a genius thinks?"
He didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked.
On Sunday, he had a rudimentary understanding of professional scientific terms, but with his background and the summaries of his family's senior technology, he could barely comprehend a little.
It seems like Ms. Ruan Mei wants to give herself away.
Outrageous!
In fact, Sunday was right.
Although Ruan Mei gave her body to Xing Qiong, even her genius skills could not compare with the system, so Bai Lian and Qi Bao were able to enter the dream as one.
However, Xingqiong was unable to control Ruan Mei's spirit in the dream.
With the two main controlling consciousnesses of the body gone, Ruan Mei's consciousness, as the 'second personality,' naturally awakened.
Although Ruan Mei has always been aloof from social interactions, she acts according to her own logic and rules.
When visiting family property, and given the courtesy extended by the host, she couldn't very well just use the host's facilities for experiments without any prior notice.
Therefore, in order to conceal her intentions, Nguyen Mai 'actively invited' her family to come and discuss the matter.
Having already decided to intensify her efforts, Ruan Mei wanted to bind this body to the starry sky more deeply, and Pinocchio's memories and dreams provided her with some inspiration and conditions.
She needs to find a way to give herself to Qiong in terms of dreams and subconsciousness.
On Sunday, I could only see part of the purpose, but I still couldn't understand this line of thinking. It's insane!
"Never mind."
On Sunday, after frowning and pondering for a long time, he put down the report and said, "For the family, this may... be more beneficial than harmful."
Dream technology and liquid memory are the foundation upon which Pinocchio survives, and the family will never allow outside scholars to conduct in-depth research at will.
If the core technology is leaked, leading to the creation of pirated Pinocchio, or the development of results that could shake the stability of dreams, the consequences would be unimaginable.
But the word "genius" itself implies privilege and exception.
On Sunday, he rested his chin on his hand and pondered.
If it were Ms. Nguyen Mai, a member of this genius club, she would likely make groundbreaking progress.
Her research findings are very likely to greatly benefit her family as well.
Moreover, in Pinocene, where patent barriers are stringent, the core patents related to dreams have long been firmly controlled by the family.
Furthermore, Ruan Mei has clearly stated the research direction—limited to experiments on modifying her own mental state, rather than reverse engineering the dream technology itself.
The reputation of a top genius is trustworthy.
After weighing the pros and cons repeatedly, the family finally made a decision to cooperate with Ruan Mei through resource investment.
The family will provide the necessary support and resources to support her independent research and share the results.
Of course, how much substantial return the family will ultimately receive depends largely on Nguyen Mai's wishes.
But at least there is a guaranteed return, which is the Dream Pool itself after Ruan Mei's renovation.
This is a worthwhile starting point for investment.
"Have the company's peacock and masked fool gotten together? But I already have the cornerstone in my hands, so I don't think he can cause any trouble."
Among the many 'guests' invited by the watchmaker, this gambler from the Interstellar Peace Company was undoubtedly one of the most wary figures on Sunday.
After all, the conflict between the company and Pinocone is a long-standing and deeply rooted one.
On the surface, the most dangerous Annihilation Gang is nothing more than a bunch of clowns. Even if Grand Duke of the Underworld hadn't crashed and had actually arrived in Pinocchio, he wouldn't be a threat.
Even if the mighty and ruthless Lord of Annihilation were to personally descend, he would not be invincible.
When our family first arrived in this dreamlike land, we faced an overwhelming army of antimatter.
At that moment, a special [Harmonious Ceremony] was played, and the enraged [Infinite Chieftain] arrived as summoned. The [Sword of Shared Fate], with 4.63 million hunting dogs as its sheath, transformed into a seven-colored rainbow light that tore through the void, instantly swallowing up the endless torrent of void soldiers.
"The Masked Fool, A-Meng..."
On Sunday, he carefully reviewed the intelligence documents in his hands, a hint of fatigue showing between his brows.
"Another variable whose origin and purpose remain a mystery."
The family's intelligence network couldn't find any trace of her before she set foot in Pinocchio.
However, if we say she is the Masked Fool, her behavior pattern seems to be different from the Masked Fools we have encountered on Sundays.
My eyes were fixed on a record:
[The number of unfamiliar visitors wearing monocles around the target area has increased abnormally.]
"Has it sparked a new fashion trend? Or something else?"
"The current instability level is low, so minimal monitoring is sufficient."
At least, compared to the other fool, this A-Meng could be described as stable, honest, and law-abiding.
On Sunday, I picked up the report about the major explosion at Golden Hour.
The immense explosive power of the Firework Doll immediately attracted the attention of the family's Dream Weaver. If that bomb had exploded at the perfect moment, it would have destroyed at least a continent-sized area of dreams.
Fortunately, it exploded high in the sky!
The family immediately launched an investigation and discovered that it might be related to fireworks.
However, to the family members' bewilderment, the instigator himself seemed to have also "perished" in the explosion he created, and was forcibly ejected from the dream!
"..."
Honestly, I couldn't figure out what this fool was thinking on Sunday either.
He simply couldn't understand this madman's logic.
Are all Masked Fools players this crazy?
Unreasonable!
Previously, Hanabi had taken the initiative to contact him and offered to help him by dressing up as a robin to attend public events in order to cover up the fact that his sister's voice was damaged.
Sunday, of course, refused the deal with the Fool without hesitation.
However, Hanabi's recent outburst was like a thorn in his heart, bringing him intense unease.
Perhaps we should try to restrain her, but that fool's abilities are truly troublesome.
It can be ever-changing, shaped at will, and altered in appearance.
A nationwide arrest warrant was as worthless to her.
If we force our way in, it will inevitably cause a huge uproar and affect the preparations for the Harmonious Music Ceremony...
This is tricky!
Only instructions are given on Sundays.
"Fireworks are currently the top priority for monitoring. Any disturbance must be reported immediately!"
On Sunday, while meticulously analyzing the instability coefficients of no fewer than ten high-risk 'guests' and attempting to prioritize their treatment,
Of the two cell phones on the table, the Robin Bag Salt Galaxy Limited Edition (99 units available) suddenly started vibrating violently.
"Ok?"
On Sunday, with a slight frown, he picked up the phone that held his 'secret identity'.
The account nickname is: 【Robin's Poisonous Only - Never to be Changed】.
This phone controls tens of thousands of meticulously maintained bot accounts, active in hundreds of robin fan groups ranging in size from tens of millions to hundreds of millions.
He himself is often the group owner or a powerful administrator, just to be the first to collect every limited edition item of the girl and control the direction of the fans.
However, when he saw the message pop up on his phone on Sunday, even the usually elegant and composed head of the Oak family could not remain calm.
The group I belong to is 【Robin's Eternal Support Headquarters - Core Group】.
【Bird Baby is My Wife (Darkened)】: Aaaaaaah!! My dream has collapsed!! My dream has collapsed!! *bursting into tears.jpg* My Bird Baby has been sexually harassed! There are pictures to prove it! Waaaaah, my baby, you've suffered so much!!
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The image depicts the famous scene where 'The Robin' emotionally buries Sora's face in his chest while washing his face on the roller coaster.
And in the Dream Pool, there's a shocking scene of the 'Robin' in a disheveled dress, posing ambiguously as she serves the Dome.
[Protecting the world's best bird-chan: Holy crap! This...this...this set of pictures below doesn't look like a shady deal?! That pose, that look...this is like a boyfriend in the throes of new love! I don't believe it! It's fake! It's all fake!]
[Transforming into the Light, Guardian Robin: The image has been verified; it shows no signs of Photoshop manipulation, is not AI-generated, and is not a deepfake.]
[Did Bird Baby release a new song today?: Wow, this can't be real! Miss Robin has a boyfriend or something, at least ten years after I die.]
[I am Miss Robin's dog: Blanch! Miss Robin made stir-fried noodles, but why wasn't it me! Why?!]
[Transforming into the Light, Guardian Robin: Who is that gray-haired boy?! I want all his information posted on the StarNet within three minutes!]
[Huaska: Wow~ The robin's husband is so handsome! He must taste amazing! I want to be a cow!]
Normally, on Sundays, the person with the ID "[Bird Baby is my wife (already corrupted)]" would be permanently banned and ordered to change their name immediately.
But at this moment, he had no time to worry about any of that.
The rapidly scrolling messages on the screen, filled with despair, wailing, and raging fury, along with the images that pierced his eyes like poisoned daggers, sent a chilling rage mixed with an indescribable sense of absurdity straight to the top of his head.
It shattered the dam of reason that he was so proud of!
His knuckles, gripping the phone, had turned white from the pressure.
"Who! Who dares to slander the robin like this!"
A furious growl squeezed out from between his clenched teeth on Sunday. His first thought was to trace the rumor-mongers through the internet and teach them a lesson.
But after scanning the photo and verifying the statement, a chill suddenly gripped his heart.