Hearing the Inner Thoughts of the Dragon-Aotian Player

(1)

When Yan Zhi was eight years old, he was sold into the imperial palace.

Countless dirty hands pinned him to the execution platform in the castration chamber.

Just as the blade fell, Yan Zhi struggled free and ran blindly ahead.

The next moment, he crashed into the arms of a young man.

A "ding-dong" sounded, and two completely different voices came from the young man's chest.

The first voice was cold and stern:

"System, check this NPC's stats."

The second voice was utterly bizarre:

"Name: Yan Zhi."

"Intelligence: 15."

"Strength: 10."

"..."

Yan Zhi jerked his head up and stared at the young man in disbelief.

The next moment, the young man reached out and pulled him into his arms.

"Not bad."

"From today on, you're my first sidekick in this world."

"No! Player, are you stupid? NPC stats are out of 100!"

(2)

Yan Zhi's savior was named Xiao Cuan.

He was thirteen years old, a powerless prince confined to the Cold Palace in the Great Liang imperial palace.

But Yan Zhi thought His Highness was the cleverest, bravest, and most amazing person in the world!

His Highness was a master of both literature and martial arts, brave and resourceful.

In just ten years, he led Yan Zhi out of the Cold Palace and inherited the throne.

He went from being Yan Zhi's "Your Highness" to the "Your Majesty" who stood above all and wielded absolute power.

And that wasn't all. His Majesty was also an excellent cook!

Cakes, milk tea, potato chips, biscuits, jelly, and chocolate.

His Majesty would casually pull out things Yan Zhi had never even heard of and feed them to him.

Yan Zhi held them in both hands and ate them slowly, cherishing every bite.

But as he ate, the two voices inside His Majesty's chest kept droning on.

"First year of the Jian Zhao era, first day of the first month. Player purchases one bag of original-flavor potato chips in the store, deducting 20 points. Please confirm."

"Mm."

"Purchase one cup of [redacted] Mianmian Bobo milk tea, deducting 50 points."

"Confirmed."

"Purchase one six-inch strawberry cake, deducting 100 points."

"I know."

"You don't know! You've spent all the points you earned in this world feeding him!"

"Stop shouting. I know what I'm doing. This is part of my strategy."

#Why does His Majesty keep making noises#

#Mia~mia~mia~#

·I really can't think of a title, so I'm not changing it.

·The original story had been on my saved list for ages, but I had no inspiration, so I switched to this one.

Theme: NPCs can find happiness too!