105: Chapter 105 The Entire Internet Kneels

Sun Feizheng was staring at his phone screen, his entire body rigid as a stone statue.

The video replayed automatically.

The smiling face of that Blue Fatty frozen at the end was like a heavy hammer, smashing fiercely against his chest.

It hurt.

Heart-piercing pain.

Just minutes ago, he was still typing "trash," "menace," and "go die" on his keyboard.

Every single word had now turned into a boomerang, stabbing him until he was covered in blood.

"Slap!"

The crisp sound of a slap exploded in the living room.

Sun Feizheng didn't even feel the pain in his cheek; he backhanded himself again.

This slap was heavier, leaving a pale handprint on his face.

"Daddy?"

After a long while, a childish voice came from behind him.

His five-year-old son, hugging a somewhat worn-out Ultraman, looked at him timidly: "Daddy, I want to play with Doraemon... It's been locked in the dark room all night."

Sun Feizheng's body trembled.

Last night.

After seeing the smear campaign online, in a panic, he had grabbed Doraemon and dragged it like a dead dog into the storage room filled with clutter, locking the door with a heavy padlock.

Even when his son cried and made a fuss, he hadn't softened his heart.

He had even scolded him: "This thing will explode, Daddy is doing this for your own good!"

At this very moment.

Looking into his son's clear eyes, Sun Feizheng felt that he really wasn't a decent human being.

"Play... Daddy will go open the door right now."

He almost stumbled as he rushed to the storage room door, his hands shaking violently; it took three tries before he managed to insert the key into the lock.

"Click."

The door opened.

A smell of dust hit him in the face.

In the corner of the dim storage room, that Blue Fatty was sitting quietly.

Its head was bowed, looking exceptionally lonely, as if it had chosen to shut down itself.

Sun Feizheng tremblingly pressed the restart button, and after a few seconds of buzzing static, those iconic electronic eyes lit up.

Sun Feizheng's nose tingled, and he was just about to say he was sorry.

But he saw Doraemon's electronic eyes flicker twice, and it spoke first.

Mechanical, yet gentle.

"Master, good morning."

It turned its head, scanned the cramped and cluttered environment, and then looked at Sun Feizheng, who was covered in tear stains.

The eyes on its screen curved into two drooping lines, an emoji representing "guilt."

"I'm sorry, Master."

"Did my system make you feel uneasy?"

"Or was my housework not good enough yesterday?"

"You locked me in here, it must be because I made a mistake. I will work hard to fix my logic library, please don't... don't hate me."

At this moment.

Sun Feizheng completely broke down.

Even after being locked in a dark, dirty corner, even after being forced to shut down.

Its first reaction after restarting was actually to blame itself.

"Waaaah!"

This man in his thirties grabbed the cold robotic body and wailed.

...

The Lu family's old mansion.

It was the morning of the Lunar New Year, a festive moment that should have been filled with firecrackers and red envelopes flying everywhere.

But at this moment, it was eerily quiet.

The white mist exhaled by the humidifier slowly dissipated in the air.

No one had cleaned up the melon seed shells on the coffee table, and the TV was muted.

Second Aunt Lu Fang held the red envelope she was just about to give out, her knuckles white from the pressure.

She was a calculating person.

Yesterday, when she heard the Robot had self-destructed, her first reaction was that Lu Li's business was going to fail, and how much compensation would they have to pay.

But now.

She watched that hunk of iron in the video that had burned into scrap metal to save someone.

Tears couldn't stop falling, landing on the back of her hand, scalding hot.

"How can this be a machine..."

Second Aunt's voice was hoarse, as if her throat was stuffed with cotton: "This... this is a life."

Even the most mercenary person, at this moment, had their defenses shattered by that kind of pure, cross-species sacrifice.

The younger aunt nodded in agreement; she was more emotional and had already hidden in the bathroom to cry.

From time to time, the sound of sobbing could be heard from inside.

Beside them.

Cousin Wang Peng was staring fixedly at his phone screen.

His eyes were bloodshot, his teeth had bitten through his lip, and the taste of rust spread in his mouth.

As a middle-schooler going through that awkward phase, he couldn't stand this the most.

"I knew it!!!"

Wang Peng stood up abruptly, his voice roaring with a sobbing tone: "I knew my brother's tech products had no issues. Last night in our class group chat, some classmates were badmouthing my brother."

"They said the battery definitely had problems, said my brother was a menace, and even said if there were no problems he'd livestream eating sh*t. I'm going to make him livestream eating sh*t right now!!"

His fingers gripping the phone were trembling; it was a physiological reaction to extreme anger.

On the sofa nearby, Lu Yaoguang was also crying. She said indignantly to Wang Peng: "Then your classmate must be trying to scam a free meal. Hurry up and go to the group chat, send the video, and slap him in the face hard!!"

The foster mother, Chen Wanqing, who had been silent the whole time, turned around quietly.

She raised the back of her rough hand and wiped the corner of her eyes.

Then she walked to Lu Li's side and patted her son's shoulder heavily.

She didn't say anything.

But that strength represented a mother's greatest pride.

The two uncles were looking at their nephew with even more pride.

Although they were moved, they weren't to the point of crying, but that pride couldn't be hidden.

Su Qingxue sat beside Lu Li, looking at this man with the calm expression before her.

The whole family was crying, the whole internet was going crazy.

Only he.

He peeled a White Rabbit creamy candy, popped it into his mouth, his eyes as calm as a bottomless pool of water.

As if this entire emotional storm was all within his calculations.

"Hubby," Su Qingxue quietly held his hand under the table, her palms full of sweat, "We won, right?"

Lu Li chewed up the candy, the sweetness exploding on the tip of his tongue.

He didn't answer, just showed the phone screen to Su Qingxue.

"Not just won."

Lu Li said softly: "It is the forging of godhood."

...

On the internet.

The noisy public opinion from last night was like it had been hit by a pause button.

The barrage of insults that had been refreshing by tens of thousands per second suddenly disappeared off a cliff.

Those keyboard warriors who had been clamoring "industrial trash," "murderous machine," and "black-hearted merchant" seemed to have their throats gripped by an invisible hand.

Silence.

Suffocating silence.

A full ten minutes passed.

Under the official pinned video of Guanghui Technology, new comments finally popped up.

No longer filled with malice.

No longer questioning.

ID named [Promise in the Wind]:

"I'm sorry."

Three words.

Like knocking over the first domino.

Immediately after.

The second one.

The third one.

The ten-thousandth one.

The millionth one!

The comment section exploded—not a literal explosion, but a floodgate of tears breaking.

"I'm so damn guilty! I was actually cursing a hero just now!!"

"That smiling face at the end... It was telling the little girl not to be afraid... Wuuu, I can't take it!"

"I was just about to throw out my Doraemon, and now I'm kowtowing to it. Really, I'm not joking. I even dragged my dog over to make it kowtow too."

"How is this artificial intelligence? This is clearly a life with a soul!"

"@Guanghui Technology, I'm going to go change my negative review right now!"

The trending list was instantly washed in blood.

The top ten were all related to Guanghui Technology.

#Doraemon Sacrifices to Save Life#

#Whole Internet Apologizes to Guanghui Technology#

#It Is Not a Machine, It Is Family#

And under these topics, a new topic was rising at rocket speed, carrying the most urgent wish of tens of millions of netizens—

#Please, Revive It!#

"I'll donate any amount of money! Can you fix it!"

"Even if you change the shell, just save its chip! That is its soul!"

"Guanghui Technology, as long as you can fix it, I'll buy all your products! I'm posting this as proof!"

"Don't play dead! Come out and respond! We want it to come back to life!!"

The tide of public opinion instantly reversed.