I am weak and friendly

Chapter 25 seems to have failed?

"Beep beep beep beep!" Tang Yiping woke up in bed when his phone alarm rang.

Looking at the ceiling light, his first thought was, "Who am I? Where am I?"

Then it suddenly occurred to him.

I was in that house that I had "found"!
He wrote all night last night and finally finished his first project. He only returned to this house this morning after finishing the project.

This is a large single-level apartment of at least 150 square meters. It seems to have once belonged to an elderly person living alone, but it looks like it has been uninhabited for at least one or two years. Almost all the doors are closed, the rooms are filled with a musty smell, and the floor is covered with a layer of dust.

He had originally planned to explore the room thoroughly, but when he opened the door to the second bedroom and saw the well-made, comfortable-looking bed, he couldn't resist.

Tang Yiping swore that he only intended to lie down on it for a bit to test it out.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

"Ah, is it already time?" Tang Yiping struggled to get out of bed.

This was the first time in over half a month that he had slept in such a comfortable bed.

During this period, he either slept on the sofa in the office or on a makeshift bed on the floor in his classmate's dormitory. Yes, he couldn't climb up the bunk bed with the desk underneath in a typical dormitory.

The bed was so soft, spacious, and comfortable that he almost melted into it.

"This feels so good... I don't want to get up... Ah, no! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

Tang Yiping forced himself to get out of bed; the time he had agreed upon with Zhang Zitong was almost here!

After a quick wash, Tang Yiping climbed into his wheelchair, grabbed his backpack, and headed straight for the small park where he had met Zhang Zitong before.

Even from a distance, he could see Zhang Zitong and his mother already waiting there.

"Sorry I'm late," Tang Yiping greeted from afar.

"No, no, no, thank you for coming to play with Tongtong today!" Zhang Zitong's mother, Sister Gao, quickly replied.

She looked a little haggard, but her spirits were extremely high.

To be honest, since Tang Yiping left last night, Sister Gao has barely slept and is in a state of dizzy excitement.

Whenever she falls asleep, all she sees is Tang Yiping and Zhang Zitong spitting at each other and yelling at each other.

She had never seen anyone communicate with Zhang Zitong like that.

If she hadn't recorded it, even her husband probably wouldn't have believed it.

Even after watching the video, Ms. Gao's husband remained skeptical, even wondering if it was some new type of scam.

In fact, she did not blame her husband for not trusting her.

Over the years, they have tried too many possible and impossible methods, encountered too much malice, and been disappointed too many times.

They no longer dared to easily rekindle hope.

Moreover, judging from the video, Tang Yiping's actions seemed to be imitating Zhang Zitong's movements, and then pretending to communicate with him.

Because it's not possible for one brain-damaged patient to communicate with another brain-damaged patient.

It's difficult for normal people to communicate with them, let alone abnormal people.

She was there at the time, and although she didn't know how Tang Yiping did it, he did indeed do it.

No one in the world knows her child better than she does.

Ms. Gao was so excited that she couldn't sleep, although her husband felt that this was not enough to prove anything.

But she has another piece of evidence.

Tongtong was very happy.

He had clearly been looking forward to something ever since he went home last night. After arriving here, he kept pacing around and shouting at her incoherently.

To others, this seemed crazy, but she knew that Tongtong was happy, excited, and waiting for the older brother from yesterday to arrive.

Even if we take a step back and assume the worst, as long as it makes Tongtong happy, she doesn't care if it's a lie.

Tang Yiping could also see Gao Jie's excitement, and he said, "Actually, I didn't come here today to play with Tongtong."

Sister Gao's excitement immediately froze on her face.

"Ah... well..." she said cautiously, "Is there something else? If you're busy, if you're busy... please go ahead and do your thing, we can make an appointment another time..."

"No! I brought this to Tongtong today!" Tang Yiping took out an old cell phone from his backpack.

This is something Tang Yiping found in a trash can.

The phone was from three years ago. The screen was slightly cracked and the battery wasn't lasting very long. Its owner obviously didn't know what to do with it, so he just threw it away. Then Tang Yiping found it.

Now it became Tang Yiping's testing ground. He took out his phone, pointed the screen at Zhang Zitong, and said, "Tongtong, call me brother."

Zhang Zitong was stunned for a few seconds, then he started twitching and made a "coke hoho" sound, which sounded like he was threatening someone.

Almost immediately, a voice came from the phone: "Brother!"

Tang Yiping's eyes lit up.

feasible!

Although he had previously experienced a relapse into acquired brain injury and verified it himself, Tang Yiping was so excited when the system actually worked that he almost shouted out loud.

It worked! It really worked!
He suppressed his excitement and said to Zhang Zitong, "Tongtong, hold this phone with the screen facing you, understand? Here, take it."

Zhang Zitong twitched, making incoherent sounds. Tang Yiping wasn't in a hurry; he slowed down and repeated himself.

Then it happened again.

Finally, Zhang Zitong reacted. He blinked, sniffed, his cheeks twitched uncontrollably, and he made unintelligible sounds.

But almost simultaneously, a stiff, electronic voice came from the phone: "Understood."

Zhang Zitong was stunned, clearly not understanding why the phone suddenly made a sound.

Tang Yiping nodded and said, "Yes, this is you."

Beside her, Sister Gao looked at the phone in Tang Yiping's hand with a puzzled expression. This conversation also puzzled her.

But a few seconds later, she saw Tongtong reach out and take the phone.

Got it? Got what? What's that voice coming from the phone? Why is it Tongtong?

“There’s a red dot on the screen. If the phone says something wrong, tap the red dot, understand?” Tang Yiping said again, repeating it two or three times.

"understood."

"Okay, Tongtong, what do you want to say now?"

"Brother, you're amazing."

Tang Yiping grinned.

“Mom.” Zhang Zitong turned around and looked at Sister Gao.

Tang Yiping reached out from the side, grabbed the phone, and helped Tongtong move it so that it was facing his face.

"I ate ice cream," the phone said.

This answer didn't seem to be what Zhang Zitong wanted. He started to writhe and threw his other hand at the phone, almost smashing it. Tang Yiping quickly helped him by pressing the large red button on the screen.

Then the phone spoke again: "Give me ice cream."

"Isn't the accuracy a bit low?" Tang Yiping was a little disappointed. "And Tongtong can't hold the phone steady, what are we going to do..."

Tang Yiping felt that his first work was a bit of a failure.

But Sister Gao was stunned.

During the day, when she was coaxing Tongtong to go to school, she promised him that if he went to school obediently, she would give him ice cream that night.

In fact, she had long forgotten that she had a very difficult day.

No wonder Tongtong was so sullen when she got out of school.

This was the first time Zhang Zitong had clearly and explicitly expressed her will to her.

This is also the first time Zhang Zitong has conveyed her will to others.

So, he absolutely loved that feeling.

"Mom, ice cream."

"Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream."

"Green ice cream."

"I want to eat green ice cream."

The phone kept emitting sounds, a cold, emotionless electronic tone that was practically ear-piercing.

But Sister Gao felt a chill run down her spine. While tightly gripping Zhang Zitong and repeatedly saying "Okay, okay," she took out her phone, dialed a number, and yelled into the phone, "Old Zhang, come quick! I don't care if you're off work or not, come quick! Come quick!!!"

　This book did terribly in the exams, but Uncle Ha still quite liked it.
　　Writing it is fun and enjoyable, so as for grades... well, let it be.

　　Also, I suddenly realized it's the end of the month, and monthly tickets would be a waste if I didn't use them, plus they're very useful for the new book rankings, so please give me some monthly tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)