"All right, I won't ask your name. Can you tell me how to improve?" Zhao Han repeated her question.
Wang Wenwen looked at her best friend as if she were an idiot.
She looked like some big shot now, but at heart, she was still a naïve fool.
Asking an enemy for advice—would an enemy actually tell you?
Yet she was quickly proven wrong.
"I can tell you my name and help you improve, but you need to sign a contract with me." Little White Gas Cloud floated before her.
"A contract?" Zhao Han felt as if pie had fallen from the sky.
It was like when she had won the Seed of Narration in the lottery and later met her teacher.
"Yes, yes. Once we sign a contract, we'll be one of our own. Of course I can tell you those things." Little White Gas Cloud hurriedly said.
To be honest, if Big Black Pot had said that to her, Zhao Han would have instinctively refused, or at least thought it over several times. But this Little Air Mass looked harmless and cute, and she was wavering.
"I remember Old Wen mentioning that jobs like contractors would become popular in the future. Hurry up and do it." Little Illusion also chimed in from the side.
Her motive was easy to understand. If Zhao Han contracted Little White Gas Cloud, she would have two more backup supporting characters in the future.
Hearing this, Zhao Han sought advice from the Seed of Narration again. "Do you think I should sign this contract?"
"Of course you should. This contract will benefit you without doing you any harm," the Seed of Narration replied directly.
Her mind settled, and then her consciousness withdrew from the simulated data body and returned to Wenren Sheng's study.