[The premise stays the same, the blurb keeps changing]
Fang Yanyan bonded with System 033, a system from the interstellar era.
Every day, the six-year-old diligently completed the System’s tasks: earning construction points, redeeming them for lessons, and learning new things.
Everything was going well, except for one thing: he couldn’t understand a single thing in the System’s courses…
After the child came in last on yet another exam, he stared at the “0” on his test paper and posted a plea for help: Hi, everyone. What should I do if I can’t understand really advanced knowledge?
The netizens joked around as they replied to the child:
[Kiddo, let your uncle teach you. Find someone smart to help.]
[Just say, “You’re so pretty, big sis,” and this big sis with a PhD will teach you.]
[What if nobody knows how to help?]
[Well, then keep looking up the chain. Find an impressive old professor. Our country is so big, there’s bound to be someone who understands.]
[Exactly. Besides, if it’s really that advanced, you’d better report it to the authorities. Don’t go messing around with it by yourself.]
Following their advice, Fang Yanyan ended up clinging to the biggest thigh of them all.
People used to joke that, given the way things were, old people should go to work, middle-aged people should go to school, and young people should retire.
That joke came true in a little corner of the country of Lan.
Wearing a straw hat, Fang Yanyan sat on a mound of dirt and diligently planted flowers. On the tray beside him sat his little teacup and biscuits. When he got tired, he ate a biscuit and took a couple of sips of juice, then sighed, “This is so nice.”
Behind him stood a small, somewhat ramshackle room. Through the openwork window, you could see a projected woman standing at the lectern, with a glowing orb bouncing around beside her. A group of adults sat below: the old people in front, white-haired at the temples, writing furiously; the serious-looking people behind them, adjusting their glasses and writing furiously; and farther back, people scratching their heads until a pen fell to the floor with a clatter.
Oh no, he was going to fail to understand this lesson again.
033 said that a snowfall in the future would cause all the plants on the planet to wither, followed by food shortages, climate crises, extreme weather… People would have to leave in order to survive, and wouldn’t find a solution until a thousand years later.
Frightened, Fang Yanyan hugged the little bowl in his hands. Every winter, he anxiously muttered, “Please don’t snow... please don’t snow…”
But this was the north. It snowed every year.
Only later did he learn that the crisis was a hundred years away.
Fang Yanyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to be told that some crises had already begun to show signs of appearing.
But none of that was the main issue right now. [Ding! Please choose whether to upgrade the System. Countdown: 60 minutes. If no choice is made, the upgrade will be automatically declined.]
?!!
Fang Yanyan: “Aaaaaah! Dad, Mom, big brothers, big sisters, uncles, aunties, grandpas, grandmas, come quick!”
1. The kid and the System take on everything together. Not science fiction, not fantasy.
2. No romance, adored by everyone, heartwarming childcare. I’ll do my best to keep this focused on reporting the discovery to the authorities.
Theme: Live positively and stay optimistic
