It Might Be a Good Thing

When Sixi contacted Xi Xiu, the Central Brain had her pass along a message: Everything was in order. The rejection application was denied.

It even stamped "100% compatible" beneath Xi Xiu and Qing Zhixun's matching results.

Then it added a "celebration" emoji.

It was so smug, as though this match result were its finest masterpiece.

That counted as a response to Xi Xiu's doubts about the matching results.

Seeing that, Xi Xiu knew there was no hope of getting her rejection application approved.

Thinking of how unreadable and strange Qing Zhixun was, she decided to observe him for a while longer.

She would test him again during the second simulation.

They had better not all take her for a fool.

Qing Zhixun sat in his office. On the light screen was a body generated from data by the Central Brain.

It had taken the form of a delicate, pretty woman.

Unlike its previous male face.

He did not know whether it wanted to change styles this time or had finally settled on its gender.

Beside it stood an intelligent life-form whose height and appearance differed somewhat from those of Jingsu citizens. He was not as refined-looking as Jingsu humans.

His genes had probably never been modified, and he still retained the appearance of humans as Qing Zhixun remembered them.

Just like the photos his father, Qing Heming, had sent back when he discovered that planet.

Yet there was a weathered weariness in his eyes.

His sharpness was hidden beneath that world-weariness.

There was also a trace of caution that went unnoticed. Because they were separated by a screen, Qing Zhixun did not detect it.

Although the Central Brain possessed its own ability to think, it was still far too inexperienced at reading people.

Compared to someone like Qin Jian, who