Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 332 - 249 Baby_1

Chapter 332: Chapter 249 Baby_1

Now Feng Yi knew what kind of mess Uncle Zhen had left him with.

If he could turn back time, he definitely wouldn’t have pressed that activation option here!

Finally finding the voice switch page, Feng Yi ignored the various strange voice modes listed and chose the indifferent, emotionless, and dull robotic tone.

However, by the time he made the change, a crowd of curious neighbors had already gathered around.

Feng Yi: "..."

If possible, he really wanted to dig a hole right there and bury himself!

Since he couldn’t hide, he braced himself and faced it head-on!

As long as I’m not embarrassed, I have nothing to fear!

He forcefully maintained an appearance of calm, which could be described as expressionless or numb.

Ah, another day of self-improvement.

Indeed, as the person in question calmly stood there adjusting the machine, the youngsters, who had been laughing so hard they were almost rolling on the ground, felt too embarrassed to continue, as it made them seem inexperienced.

The young people standing close by coughed lightly to ease the tension and asked the question they were most curious about:

"Brother Se, where can you buy this?"

"I don’t know, an elder gave it to me," Feng Yi replied, then added, "and played a joke on me."

The youngsters fell silent.

That joke was seriously hardcore.

Thinking back to the scenario and imagining themselves in his shoes...

No way!

It was so cringeworthy they could carve out a racetrack with their toes!

They looked at Feng Yi with admiration in their eyes.

True to his name, Brother Se could remain so calm and poised in such a situation, surely a man who had weathered great storms!

Setting aside other thoughts, they focused on observing the "Autobot" before them.

"5 years ago I saw one of these custom cars, but the transformation wasn’t so smooth, the modification was crude and not fine enough, and it was ugly—just an enlarged version of a toddler’s toy. This one has improved a lot!"

Although this "Transformer" wasn’t to the perfect standard they had in mind, it was flashy enough to show off when taken out.

So tempting!

They’d find out where they could buy one as soon as they got home!

"Can we take a group photo with it?" one of them asked.

"Go ahead," said Feng Yi.

"I want to take a video where I’m standing next to it, and it transforms completely, Brother Se, could you operate it for me?"

"Sure."

It was a good opportunity for Feng Yi to get more familiar with the controls.

While these youngsters were taking photos, even more curious onlookers began to take videos with their phones.

More and more kids, having heard the news, rushed over. They’d never seen Feng Yi before but crowded around him, calling "Brother" and "Brother Se" eagerly.

Touching it was out of the question due to safety risks, and if they were too close, a guardian needed to be present.

However, taking photos was possible, and those who couldn’t find a guardian right away had to make do with a photo next to it.

After taking the photo, they sent it to their class group to show off.

They didn’t understand the embarrassment from before, but on this day, Feng Yi became the most envied person in the neighborhood by all the kids!

In the era of electronic information, the speed of message transmission can surpass people’s imagination.

Feng Yi became famous among elementary and middle school students. If you mentioned Feng Yi, they might not know him, and Brother Se was also not familiar, but if you mentioned "the guy with the Transformer," they would immediately recognize whom you meant.

Feng Yi transformed it into a car but didn’t get inside to drive; instead, he controlled it with the controller on his wrist, driving it toward his house along the complex’s lanes.

The courtyard did indeed have a space for parking; Feng Yi stopped there and asked Jia to check it.

Electronic machinery, of course, required caution.

Jia was obviously familiar with this kind of "Transformer."

"The upgrades are quick; compared to the one I saw two years ago, its multimodal perception has increased, the human-machine interaction is more natural, and both usability and safety are higher..."

Performance wasn’t the most important thing; during the detailed inspection, Jia checked whether it would affect the home security system.

"It’s quite smart and can be directly integrated into the security system, but I wouldn’t recommend that. It’s better to control them separately," said Jia, looking at Feng Yi.

"What are your plans for this, boss?" asked Jia.

"I’ll put it in the underground garage for now," replied Feng Yi.

"Just leaving it there seems like a waste," Jia remarked.

"When the museum over there is built, I’ll move it there," said Feng Yi.

As a collectible that could also be used as a security monitor, throwing it into the guard role was just right.

Feng Yi then asked the butler, "Does this have anything to do with that kind of ’old tech’ zodiac money waster?"

"Of course not!"

The butler glanced indifferently at the transformation-capable car, "This is merely a large toy. Your Uncle Zhen has liked these kinds of toys since childhood; now, he’s just trying to realize a dream, but to truly fulfill that dream, there’s still a long way to go. Right now, it can only be considered a variety show toy car."

Just like Uncle Zhen said, right now, it looks cool, but it still has many shortcomings and is far from the Autobot he dreams of.

As he was speaking with the butler, Feng Yi’s phone kept popping up with new message alerts.

Upon opening them, they were all about the same thing.

Turning off the chat app and looking at the social media platform, Feng Yi took a deep breath and clicked open.

Then he saw what was trending—

#FengYiMaster#

It was so embarrassing he wanted to throw his phone aside.

All he wanted to do now was be alone.

Online.

Videos and photos from various angles had already spread, featuring show-off posts from different social circles and platforms, of course including the earlier social death scene.

"Hahahaha internet celebrity expert’s reputation sabotaged [dog head emoji]"

"Never would have thought you were like this, Brother Se"

"Live in the same neighborhood, was weeding in the backyard, suddenly heard a saccharine ’Aren’t you my master?’ thought somebody’s video was on speaker [facepalm emoji], only realized it was Feng YiMaster testing the waters when I saw the scene photos shared by neighbors in the residents’ group"

"Transformers have reached this level? Feels almost like the real deal from the movies!"

"With that mighty and domineering look, it should be more like a rough and thick ’Are you ****ing my master?’, got the mode wrong [pointing emoji]"

"Laughing my ass off! Who brought up the #FengYiMaster# topic, don’t embarrass someone off the internet"

More and more people followed the topic to browse Feng Yi’s videos, causing the topic to quickly rise in the hot search rankings.

A distant island.

Uncle Zhen laughed so hard watching the online video that he hiccuped.

While scrolling through the online comments, he received a call from his brother.

"Brother, what’s up?"

"Nothing urgent."

"Did you see that hot search online, the one about our cousin nephew? He’s hanging on the hot search list right now."

"Yeah, I wanted to bring that up, be careful the butler might contact you."

"No worries, it’s just a small tease among the younger ones, the old man wouldn’t intervene. The internet says it, teasing is also a form of affectionate speech."

"You are the elder."

"To the butler, we’re both juniors."

"Joking with your cousin like that, be careful he might turn the joke on you," said the person on the other side.

"Let him. It’s his ability to joke with me," Uncle Zhen said unconcerned.

Feng Yi was certainly capable, but right now, he was still too green. To truly grow, it would take at least another decade or two, wouldn’t it?

Before that happens, Uncle Zhen felt that his dear cousin wouldn’t pose much of a threat to him.

Yang City.

Feng Chi hosted a small gathering in his upscale flat in his city’s district.

The invitees were not his usual buddies but stars from the entertainment industry or streamers who had a certain level of fame.

While waiting for people to arrive, Feng Chi saw the topic about Feng Yi online and, after clicking on it, laughed so hard he rolled around on the sofa after watching his brother’s social death video.

Then he looked at other people’s videos from different angles.

Originally intending to send a message to ask about Feng Yi’s feelings toward his social death, he stopped after seeing those latter videos and texted instead:

"Ying, brother, I want to play with Transformers too!"

Feng Yi didn’t respond, probably busy. Feng Chi checked the time and decided to take care of his own matters first.

Since he had decided to make a splash in the entertainment circle, he had to start leveraging his networks.

The people he invited today, although not necessarily well-acquainted, had previous contact or cooperation; a few gatherings would surely warm things up, right?

The guests arrived one after another, men and women, all quite young, and the youngest was of age—Feng Chi didn’t dare to invite minors, that could easily become a talking point.

"Young Master Chi, you’re in a good mood today," a local artist from Yang City said with a smile, being slightly more familiar with Feng Chi,

Feng Chi waved his hand, "Don’t say ’Master’ anymore, you are my seniors in the industry, just call me by my name. Everyone feel free, don’t be too polite. We’re just chatting today; I want to ask about the main things to pay attention to in the industry. I’m a bit careless and I’m afraid of unintentionally breaking a taboo."

During the conversation, Feng Chi’s gaze swept over the others, landing on the face of a young female idol star.

The star’s smile stiffened, and the fingers hanging by her side clenched slightly.

She actually hadn’t had any contact with Feng Chi before. When he invited her mentor brother, she just happened to be there, and she got invited as well. She thought it wouldn’t hurt to get to know more people, and with Feng Chi’s background, those he knew were probably not nobodies.

But that look from Feng Chi just now seemed to convey a lot.

Her mind raced with various speculations, but she kept her composure, just about to say something, when she saw Feng Chi clap his hands:

"I’ve also prepared a treasure for you today!"

Feng Chi stood up and left, returning shortly from the room with a round can in his hands, cradling it like a family heirloom.

Apart from the seemingly high-end pattern, there were no other markings on the round can.

"What’s this?" someone asked curiously.

Feng Yi carefully held the round can, looking at the others:

"Face mask."