In the exhibition hall's rest area, a strange youth with a Cube Head sat upright in a daze.
The children who had finished touring the exhibition hall ran around with gifts and snacks, loudly discussing the novel things they had just seen while stuffing their faces. The middle-aged teacher accompanying them was sweating profusely, wiping one child's mouth one moment and helping another up after a fall the next.
Only one little girl stood obediently where she was. Looking at the chaotic scene around her, she suddenly noticed the youth with the Cube on his head. Her eyes lit up at once, and she ran over to him.
"Uncle, is that the Salvation Cube on your head?"
The soft, sweet voice startled the youth. Looking closely, he realized that the little girl had widened her eyes and leaned in close, seemingly very interested in his Cube Head.
"Call me big brother." He put on a stern expression and corrected her righteously.
"But you're about as old as mom. Based on age, I should call you uncle. If you were about my age, then I'd call you big brother. That's what the teacher taught me. Isn't that right?"
The little girl tilted her head and asked in confusion.
Children spoke without restraint. There was really nothing he could do, so the Cube Head youth had no choice but to compromise. "Call me whatever you want. Uncle is fine."
"Uncle, is that the Salvation Cube on your head?" the little girl asked again.
"How did you recognize it?"
"That's how it's drawn in the picture book." As she spoke, the little girl tapped the watch on her wrist with her chubby little hand. The watch actually projected a 3D picture book. She flipped through a few pages, and there happened to be