The little penguin erupted into hearty laughter, as if it had stumbled upon a treasure of unprecedented value, laughing heartily and unreservedly.
But its voice was dry and electronic, so the laughter sounded like a rooster crowing and was somewhat unsettling to hear.
Looking at the suddenly neurotic robot, Ying Yue furrowed his brows and scolded, "What's so funny? What's there to laugh about?"
"Gah—"
Upon hearing this, the little penguin stopped laughing abruptly, its shiny black eyes blinked, and it said, "I've waited on this planet for countless years, and now I've finally met someone like you, a genius of unparalleled wits. Shouldn't I be excited?"
Waited for countless years?
Ying Yue's brow furrowed even more: "What exactly are you?"
"Who am I?"
The little penguin's eyes lit up at this question. Its small wings fluttered slowly, lifting it into mid-air.
