“What the hell is going on with this terminal... Can't I get a little more excited?" He Xile tried again after being kicked offline but found that he couldn't log in again no matter what.
Feeling very depressed for not finishing watching the battle video about His Majesty, he had to continue next time.
But what if he was kicked offline again?
He Xile let out a long sigh.
He was a person who could easily empathize.
Those exciting battle scenes on the terminal, as well as the ubiquitous injuries, partings, and pains, were all tugging at He Xile's nerves. It would be impossible for him to remain calm and unnerved during the viewing process.
"Your Excellency, He Xile."
Just then, the guard knocked on the door, and his voice rang out from behind the door. "Are you free now?"
He Xile was taken aback, came back to his senses, and hurriedly replied, "I'm free."
Jumping off the stool, he walked to the door, stood on tiptoe, and pulled it open.
“The people from the information management office are here, and they are waiting in the reception room, saying that they are here to deliver your personal terminal." The guard looked down at He Xile gently and asked, "Do you want to go there now?"
He Xile's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded. "Of course! Go now."
After all, the terminal on his wrist was temporary. Although it was also bound to the nervous system, there were still many functions that could not be opened. Every time this happened, he would be looking forward to his personal terminal, and now it was finally delivered!
By the way, he could also ask why he was always kicked offline by the terminal and how to solve it.
He Xile couldn't wait and followed the guard to the reception room.
The reception room was pretty far from the guest room where he was staying now, and in between, there was a small, beautiful garden. Many times after dinner, He Xile would take a walk in that garden with the guards.
But his activity only ended there, and he didn’t go beyond that.
This was the first time he had walked further than the little garden.
"Your Excellency, are you able to continue walking?"
The guard beside him always paid attention to the human being's state, for fear that the short-legged little human would get tired. As they walked out of the little garden, he naturally suggested, "If you don't mind, I can carry you."
He Xile, "???"
Hmm?
He Xile quickly shook his head. "No, there's no need. Thank you."
Oh my God.
What a terrifying scene for an adult to be carried by someone else?!
He Xile felt suffocated just thinking about it.
However, probably because of the anticipation of the terminal, He Xile really didn't feel tired.
The two of them walked all the way to the reception room. It was already twenty minutes later. Although the weather was cool, the clothes on He Xile's body were relatively cumbersome, and coupled with the relatively fast pace, there was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.
Before entering the door, the guard gently supported He Xile's shoulder. "Your Excellency, please wait."
He took out the folded, square handkerchief and handed it to He Xile.
He Xile whispered, "Thank you."
The handkerchief was very soft. After wiping the sweat, he refolded the handkerchief and put it in his pocket, intending to return it to the guard after he had washed it later.
After tidying himself up, he opened the door to the reception room.
There were three staff members from the information management office who came to see He Xile, all of whom had already met back then. Besides that, there were nearly five other men and women whom he had not seen before.
A total of eight people were all waiting in the reception room, but it still didn't look crowded.
They were sitting together having tea, and they seemed to be chatting aimlessly. When they heard the movement at the door, they all got up in unison and looked in the direction of the door.
In contrast to the tall and imposing guard behind him, the human at the door looked small and soft—very cute. His skin was so good that his pores were barely visible, and he was all white, but not pale, but rosy. It seemed that he had rushed all the way here because his face was flushed and his eyes were wet.
It was tempting to be liked at first glance.
Being stared at by so many people, He Xile paused.
He stood a little cautiously and said, "Hello."
"Your Excellency, good day."
The staff member who had helped He Xile enter the data before quickly stepped forward, and while checking the temporary terminal on his wrist, she asked with a gentle smile, "Do you remember me?"
He Xile paused for a moment.
The other party's tone put him in a trance. It always felt like returning home during the New Year. A group of unfamiliar relatives stood in front of him and asked one by one with a smile, "Lele, do you still remember who I am?"
It's so scary.
He Xile coughed lightly and shook the picture out of his head.
He subconsciously looked at the other person's ear. "I remember."
Stunned by He Xile's sight, the staff member's ears instantly twitched. She seemed a little embarrassed, and her ears went backwards all of a sudden, as if she wanted to hide.
Seeing this, He Xile immediately withdrew his gaze.
“I’m sorry,” he said with a sincere expression. "I… I think it's cute, so I couldn't help but take a second look."
"...Ah, it's okay, it's okay. Thank you."
The staff's ears moved, and her face turned red in embarrassment. She smiled and gradually relaxed all over.
"This is your new personal terminal. Let me help you take down the previous temporary terminal," she said.
He Xile nodded. "Okay."
Meanwhile, the other two staff members were not idle either.
One of them held up a small camera, filming the interaction between the two in all directions.
The staff member explained, "You don't have to worry about them. In our line of work, we have to record a video to avoid disputes. This video will only be kept and will never be released. Once there was an employee who did not record after going out to work and was told by a citizen that he was wearing the terminal incorrectly, and since he had no proof to prove himself, he had lost a lot of money."
He Xile, "Oh, I see."
While speaking, the staff looked at He Xile's attire with a hint of surprise in his eyes.
Except for the aristocrats, who had nothing to do every day and always gathered to hold various banquets and receptions, the people on Hexinna actually didn't like wearing very complicated clothes very much.
He Xile's clothes looked very hot and cumbersome at first sight, making it inconvenient to do things at all.
If it were placed in a Star Net virtual shopping mall for sale, passers-by would indeed take a second look, but not for awe and praise, instead, they would turn their heads and spit at their companions. "This store is too good at doing business selling this kind of clothes. Who would buy this kind of clothes..."
At this time, her eyes were soft, and she couldn't help but say, "Your Excellency, the clothes on your body are so beautiful. May I ask who the designer of the clothes is? It's so ingenious!"
The dress was just the right size for a human.
The slender neck was surrounded by a lace collar, which was very slender and looked fragile; the sleeves at the wrist were layered, and they spread out like flowers with a slight movement; the waist was particularly thin, and one hand was more than enough to circle around; the legs were also thin and straight. This outfit fully demonstrated all the virtues of He Xile.
He looked like a little prince.
If there were not too many people around her, she would really like to take a few photos and put them at home as a souvenir!
On He Xile’s thin wrist, the staff slowly removed the temporary terminal.
He Xile said, "It's a designer named Jane who is beside His Majesty."
A designer by His Majesty's side?
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