"I almost forgot… It's been so long since our last conversation."
Lu Zhou looked at "himself" standing in front of him. He opened his mouth and continued with a rather confused expression, "Actually, last time I wanted to say this, can you put on a different skin? It feels weird to talk to myself…"
"It's a shame that our aesthetic imagination is scarce, so we don't have a form that can be directly observed by three-dimensional creatures, and we can only communicate with you face-to-face like this… Of course, I can also search from your memory and find a substitute—"
"No need." Lu Zhou said quickly as he looked at the gradually distorted projection, "This is fine."
Lu Zhou felt uncomfortable to have his mind read.
Also, he felt like this guy would turn into a weird person.
"Really? You humans are really perplexing."
