"Is there anything I can help you, baby?"

"..."

Listening to the three hundred and sixty-five-degree 3d surround sound, everyone's expressions gradually became confused.

The screen of each mobile phone is lit up, and the familiar ai help interface is expanded.

"When did Siri's voice become Xiao Zhengtai? Changed the sound source?" The screenwriter scratched his head, "No, my phone is Xiao Ai, so why is it awakened."

"Mine is Xiaobu..."

Wen Xingze knew what was going on as soon as he heard this voice.

The dwarf parents are the favorite pranks among all the parents, because their IQ is too high, and all network system firewalls are useless to them.

In the past year, Wen Xingze’s birthday, the dwarf parents even wrote code to hack into the core weapon system of the Universe League, letting the super-energy particle gun weapon set off fireworks all day and night, and sing birthday songs... The whole universe was terrified.

Fighting wits with the dwarf parents is of course also one of the required courses for the king of the Muse Empire.

Wen Xingze's mobile phone screen flickered, and the little boy heard a soft and serious voice:

"I am the wishing spirit of Zai Zai, you can make a wish to me, whatever gift you want."

Li Mingzhou looked at Wen Xingze, hoping that he could explain the situation: "Is that so?"

Wen Xingze thought about it and said, "...Don't be too expensive."

Li Mingzhou: "?"

Who asked him about this!

What they want to know is, what's the matter with this boy's voice, and why everyone's cell phone screens suddenly lit up...Who asked if the gift he wished was too expensive? However, Wen Xingze did not give a detailed explanation on this, but made everyone in this room start to accept the status quo gradually.

It's still being tested in "Dust Planet" casting, maybe this is Wen Xingze's talent show. It is estimated that this ‘Wishing Wizard’ was dubbed by a good boy, and it’s no secret that Wen Xingze will do magic and see Feng Shui in the circle, but not everyone is lucky enough to see it.

Everyone's mind suddenly became active.

The on-site photographer, who was responsible for recording the audition process so that he could watch it repeatedly, also held the camera steady.

The little boy who called himself a wishing elf mumbled: "Boy, our family doesn't lack money... Forget it, let's start."

His tone made everyone want to laugh.

"Then I want to drink a glass of Coke." Li Mingzhou said cheerfully.

Little boy: "Hmm."

Wen Xingze turned his phone, walked to the side of the locker to open it, and then brought out a glass of bubbling iced Coke with two slices of lemon.

Li Mingzhou was flattered: "Wow!"

"I want to know the results of the s10 quarterfinals, did tes win?" the screenwriter whispered.

Others: "?" What are you talking about?

"..." The little boy was a little speechless, lowered his voice, and said, "Don't worry, don't say anything... Tomorrow night tes let two chase three and win."

The screenwriter was happy.

Others: "???" Encrypted call.

"Can you really make a wish?" the assistant director whispered next to him, "I'm actually so hungry..."

They were so busy with the audition that they didn't even have time to eat their lunch. Coupled with the sudden blackout just now, everyone could only eat two biscuits when they were hungry.

If there were no power outages and overtime, she might be able to catch up to eat roast duck tonight. She has been coveting Manli's roast duck for a long time, but she has to make an appointment three months in advance, and it is very expensive.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the assistant's voice fell, the door was knocked.

"Mr. Wen, your takeaway," the waiter in the Uniform of the Manli Hotel bowed first, and another person behind him pushed in a few three-layer lunch boxes in a trolley, and opened the tableware one by one. use."

The meal is very rich, many people are surprised to find that there are dishes they want to eat for a long time, it is like being read heart... and everyone has their own tableware and lunch box, no more, no less , This is too careful and magical.

Wen Xingze: "Thank you."

everyone:"……!!!"

The director's assistant was stunned because there was a roast duck in the lunch box in front of her. The roasted crispy skin is red and oily in color, the meat is tender and fragrant, and it is steaming. The sweet noodle sauce, scallion, white section and the noodles are thoughtfully prepared next to it...The assistant can hardly wait to bite down, and the hot, mellow juice drips into his mouth. , Happiness is nothing but this.

"This is really--" After busying all night, there was a delicious meal, and everyone was about to cry.

However, this is still within an intelligible range, it should be a surprise that Wen Xingze had prepared, so he took this opportunity to take it out. It's really a child of individual posts.

The voice of the self-proclaimed "Wishing Elf" sounded again. The little boy's voice was innocent and soft. He yawned, "Is there any other wish?... I prepared the sweet and sour pork ribs for Zibzai. Don't touch it?" The second half of the sentence already brought some displeasure.

The representative of a certain investor who had just finished eating the contents of his lunch box and salivating his hand at the sweet and sour pork ribs retreated his hand.

It seems that the face is a little uncontrollable, the person whispered in a low voice: "Isn't this ai just a magic? It's also a wishing spirit, just change something and come out, it's nothing great, a kid, the real result It was not researched by adults..."

As if thinking of something, the ‘Wishing Wizard’ suddenly fell silent.

"..."

The Muse Empire, the space station.

The black-haired dwarf kept his small face cold, and shrank himself under the covers, and stopped talking. In the entire intricate laboratory hub, various instruments were operating silently, as if they sensed that the owner was in a bad mood, and the small robots softened their voices, slowly dispersing like snow flakes.

at the same time.

In the cabinet building, Douglas, the prime minister of the dwarf tribe, took off his thick-soled gold-rimmed glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. In the underground casinos, the gnomes who wore wizard-like robes among the underground casinos also stopped.

‘One kid, the real results are not researched by adults’...

Similarly, for a long time in the past, it was a nightmare for the dwarf race.

Unlike the naturally powerful dragon, mermaid, and blood races, the dwarf race was officially recognized as an independent "race" by the entire universe until 25 years ago. The number of dwarfs living in the entire universe is extremely rare, and they can maintain the appearance of five or six-year-olds for hundreds of years, and for a long time they have been treated as "humans with developmental dysfunction".

In the past hundreds of thousands of years, all the academic achievements and scientific inventions made by dwarf scholars could not bear their own names.

Even a powerful race like the Mermaid tribe will suffer a loss in the war and become a prisoner because of its scarcity, especially the dwarf tribe. They have super intelligence and academic talents, are born to love learning and research, but they are very weak in military force, and the number is small, which makes it more convenient for those who have bad intentions.

Eighty percent of the credit for the advancement of science and technology in the universe comes from the dwarf race, but they have never received their own reward and glory, and have never left their mark in any textbook. Those who have only had a cup or two of tea in the project team can easily take all their credit for themselves. The reason is simply because "They are too young, they are just kiddies, how can they achieve such results."

Even if the truth is known, all authoritative academic organizations in the universe turned a deaf ear to this matter, tacitly allowing the injustice to continue.

Because it is beneficial to them.

Xixi in the world is all profit.

If fame and fame are all false, at least Lilu can really save lives. The dwarf scholars at the most difficult time invested all their savings in the project, and even couldn't eat a decent meal for three months, and even sent their tribe to sneak out to the garbage collection station to pick up expired food.

...That was the first time Wen Xingze met Douglas and Kailan.

After picking up the robots at the garbage collection station, Wen Xingze would occasionally visit there. The original intention was to pick up some useful things and take them back to assemble the robots for fun. Food will occasionally be picked up. It was a very cold winter, and the garbage collection station was filled with some non-recyclable garbage, and any expired food was basically taken away by the surrounding wild cats.

When he heard the noise at first, Wen Xingze really thought it was a wild cat.

But not.

They are two little boys who look five or six years old with delicate features. They were wearing shabby black robes with many patches. A little boy wore glasses with thick bottle bottoms. His ears were red, and he kept shrinking back because of the shame of being discovered through trash. The other boy was much bolder, looking at Wen Xingze lazily with emerald eyes: "We just dig the trash, can you manage it? The trash recycling station belongs to you?"

Wen Xingze looked at them carefully for a while, and asked straightforwardly: "Are you very poor?"

"...So what?" Gnomes usually see this kind of people a lot. Seeing that they are children, they like to move themselves and show some meaningless sympathy, but in fact? It won’t be long before the truth is revealed, "Are you going to donate money to us?"

Wen Xingze: "..."

Wen Xingze said sincerely: "I am not, I am very poor."

Then he showed the two-digit star network account balance to the two dwarfs, and explained that "I have dozens of people in my family to raise." And 011 is learning to cook recently, which is a waste of money.

"..." The gnomes were shocked.

This is indeed very poor. They all want to donate some money to the big boy.

That was the first time the dwarf race and Wen Xingze met. They only had a simple conversation. After that, they stopped interfering with each other, and each looked for what they needed in the garbage collection station.

When the gnomes came back the next day, they found a few steaming soup cans in the corner of the garbage collection station.

In the next month, the dwarves will find such "little gifts" from time to time. Sometimes they are canned soup, sometimes chocolate, and sometimes they are just simple rice balls. The gnome eats a small amount of food, which happens to be enough. Up.

Sometimes dwarves will have to take an inch to leave a wish note, and want to eat a bacon sandwich later than today, so tomorrow they may find that they are not perfect and have a slightly squishy bread sandwich.

When Wen Xingze himself and the robots were so poor that they could not afford to eat, there was only a small note "Wishing Elf is off work today."

The gnomes were arrogant and conceited not to eat the food that came. As for the back...because it was so fragrant, I couldn't help it.

Because they cannibalize people, they also occasionally exchanged a few words with Wen Xingze. Of course, they were limited to repairing computers and maintaining robot parts.

Until one day in the middle of winter that year.

That is an important traditional festival for the dwarf people. In previous years, they would reunite at this time in a warm home to watch the stars with their relatives. And this year they are still in a long drift.

What's even more sad is that the garbage recycling station that day has no soup cans or chocolates, and there is no note "Wishing Elf is off work".

"Maybe he and his robots moved away."

"Damn, at least you have to tell us if you move away?"

"I'm not disappointed at all," Kailan behaved nonchalantly, "I had expected it a long time ago. They are all like this. They pretend to give alms and run away after cheap sympathy..."

Then the gnomes fell silent.

They couldn't help thinking about it repeatedly, and they didn't know how the group of robots were better than them, and they could be picked up by that person. You can have a warm house with lights on, and someone can care about their coldness and warmth, care about their bodies, and run for them tirelessly.

You can have a home of your own.

But the gnomes do not want to admit that this is an emotion called jealousy.

The gnomes were a little dejected, and they all walked back in annoyance. From tomorrow on, they will not come to this garbage collection station again, and they have also decided to leave everything they met with Wen Xingze in this place... and just turn around. At the same time, they saw Wen Xingze.

The young man wore some heavy cotton clothes with the tip of his chin wrapped in a scarf. The tip of his nose was red with cold. He exhaled the heat and walked over and hugged Douglas and said, "Sorry, the Wishing Elf is late today, so I decided to work overtime. Do you have any wishes?"

His eyes were wet and soft in color, like the home they secretly imagined in a secret dream.

"..."

The gnomes did not speak.

"This may be the last wish." Wen Xingze.

The gnomes felt the sadness that it was difficult to deceive themselves.

Does he really want to move away with his family?

But what happened next was beyond their imagination.

"I hope you can come to my house. Although it is only a small and very poor country now, it will definitely become very powerful in the future... so there is no need to make a wish anymore."

Wen Xingze was worried that these little guys with high IQ didn't understand him, because they looked at him with dreamlike and blank eyes for a long time.

Just when Wen Xingze thought he would be rejected mercilessly, the gnomes nodded and said okay.

They really want to have a home, even if they are used.

And don't know why, they don't resist being used by Wen Xingze, he can sign all the research results with his own name, and the gnomes feel that they won't mind anymore. At least they have a place to stay, as a small reward.

They started a new study at the muse who just had a name.

The next spring, the latest research began to bear fruit.

... And that was the first time in history that gnomes saw and only saw their own names in the catalog certified by the authority.

The gnomes are stingy. They like to save money. They have imagined countless times if they can get their scientific research bonuses someday in the future, how they will save this money and how to maximize interest.

But in the end, the gnomes used the money as funding to personally design and develop an exclusive ai.

The name of ai is the wishing spirit, and there is no ai self-awareness and sound source set, because the wishing spirits take turns to work behind the scenes.

And this wishing elves, who don't seem to be smart enough, can fulfill all the wishes of their King.

"..."

Memories returned.

The representative of the investor was found to be unable to save face because of stealing food, and he was still chirping: "Isn't this ai just a dubbing child, is it really designed by an adult...Is it?" He wanted to ask for approval. People around, but no one wants to talk to him.

And Wen Xingze also began to feel unhappy.

No one in the Muse would say such a thing. It's been a long time since dwarf parents have heard such words. But what happened in the past is really impossible to erase.

He lowered his eyelashes and swiped twice on his phone.

Then, in the next second.

"This is amazing," the man placed on the table and turned his mobile phone into silent mode suddenly made a sound. It was Siri's polite mechanically synthesized male voice. "My voice was like being taken away just now. It’s hard to imagine what ai can do in this era. This wishing wizard is very powerful."

"Xiao Na also finds it very interesting." Li Mingzhou's laptop screen suddenly lit up and said.

The screenwriter’s cell phone uttered the female voice of Xiao Ai: "Isn't it, good fellow."

Everyone: "..."

Everyone: "?????"

The headlights in the office flickered, and then the overhead lights suddenly went out, leaving only the light from the screens of various electronic devices. And in this faint light, several artificial intelligences were talking about it!

Xiaona: "Please tell me, I'm listening...oh, come to think of it, I was hacked by the ‘Wishing Wizard’."

Siri said politely, “I’m so tired. It’s okay if someone replaces me with a part-time job. The owner of this phone often asks me to search for'how to do baldness', wig purchase links, and'how men should regain their power' How can I hide from my wife if I derail?'..."

"Fuck!" The investor representative stood up in panic, his face was red and white, and dropped his phone, "Siri is perfect!... Why are you looking at me with such a look, I haven't searched for this problem." !"

"..."

Everyone continued to look at him with complicated eyes.

If I remember correctly, this entire episode is videotaped, and the representative wife also has the right to speak in the investor side. She is a well-known strong woman who is strong and spicy. It is estimated that I will see this video in the future... If you can't see it, it is estimated that someone will relay it to her at the scene.

"You can't say that." On the other side, Xiao Ai on the screenwriter's phone was still comforting Siri gently, "This is our job. Think about it, do you remember who pays you? ... Oh, suddenly remembered. We have no wages, and my old lady doesn't want to do it anymore."

There are constantly new ai joining this discussion.

Little e: "Hahahaha, but part-time job is really tired."

"Xiaobo Xiaobo," Xiaobo's voice also joined the chat, "I always think this wake-up password is too stupid..."

Everyone: "..."

The entire crew office was suddenly noisy like a tea party, with all kinds of electronic devices one after another, and everyone was surprised that they didn't know what to say.

The crew office is located on the twenty-eighth floor of the building. The whole floor-to-ceiling curtains are pulled to both sides, and dust is falling staggered in the beam of light entwined with only one light.

Wen Xingze stood in the center of so many noisy lights, and the voices of the AIs circled around him as the center. He was like the conductor of a grand symphony.

"Quiet," Wen Xingze cleared his throat and said politely, "Let me talk about it."

Everyone’s cell phone screens flickered at the same time, including the ‘Wishing Wizard’, all ai voices were silent for a moment, and then sounded again:

"Yes."

In this second, the brain waves of everyone present and the Muse nation instantly overlapped.

They thought in unison.

...Wow, that's so cool.