My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS-Chapter 811 - 406: Sun Changkong’s Birthday

Kong Youling nodded in a way that seemed like she understood, but she was aware that Ji Minghuan was just brushing her off again.

They chatted for a while, and suddenly the metallic door of the Simulation Space swung open.

They turned their heads to look and saw the figures of a group of kids in hospital gowns.

At this moment, the kids from the little rescue team still felt awkward seeing Ji Minghuan. They all remembered Ji Minghuan's words, "Then you all might as well go die," and couldn't help but avert their eyes whenever they saw his face.

They bypassed Ji Minghuan, as if they hadn't seen him, and walked over to greet Kong Youling. Kong Youling quietly nodded.

Only Sun Changkong wanted to pat Ji Minghuan on the shoulder but pulled his hand back.

Ji Minghuan glanced at them silently, then pressed the remote control in his hand, causing the surroundings to change, transforming into a mountainous field, with the sunset blanketing the meadows.

The setting sun inclined to the west, and a gentle breeze blew in, with cattle and shepherds visible on the distant hilltops.

The other children were momentarily stunned, then quickly realized it was the work of the Simulation Space, and the surprise gradually faded from their eyes.

Mario sat down on the golden-yellow fields, playing with his game console. Filio ran excitedly up and down the hill, looking at the flock of sheep drifting over the fields like a white cloud.

Shang Xiaoqi raised an eyebrow, picked a small yellow flower, and strolled around the fields.

Sun Changkong sat on the Somersault Cloud, blowing in the evening breeze, dazing at the setting sun on the mountaintop.

At this point, Ji Minghuan suddenly put down the remote, looked up, and asked her, "Boss, how about we celebrate your birthday in advance?"

"Why in advance?" Sun Changkong was momentarily confused, then turned her head to meet his gaze.

"Isn't it better in advance? No need to wait," Ji Minghuan said.

He thought to himself, a fight would break out on September 1st, and you don't even know if you'll live till the 5th. How would I have time to celebrate your birthday then?

After hearing this, Sun Changkong was stunned at first, then realized something was amiss.

She originally wanted to be furious, raise an arm, and shout, "Ji Mihua, what kind of nonsense are you up to? Birthdays only have meaning if celebrated on the actual day!"

But right then, Ji Minghuan earnestly said, "Didn't I celebrate my birthday on a day different from my actual birthday? See, my birthday is actually August 15th, but I celebrated it a week early. What's wrong with that?"

Sun Changkong was slightly stunned.

She lowered her head, frowned slightly, thought about it, and blinked, thinking, yes, celebrating early would be just like Ji Minghuan.

Thus, she beamed with joy.

"What are you smiling about?" Ji Minghuan glanced at her.

Sun Changkong frowned again, "I… I'll reserve my judgment for now."

"Boss, don't be so stubborn," Ji Minghuan said, sighing lightly, "Don't end up not having a birthday but a memorial instead; that would be terrible."

Mario "pfft" spat out the water he had just sipped, and Filio wagged his tail, staring at them blankly, seemingly not understanding what "memorial" meant.

"What does 'memorial' mean?" Sun Changkong raised her fiery eyebrows.

"Nothing."

Ji Minghuan coughed twice and silently averted his gaze.

He knew full well that if he mentioned sensitive topics, the Mentor would immediately activate the Spiritual Imprints in the children's minds.

So, conveying information to Sun Changkong and the others was as difficult as ascending to heaven. Being vague made them not understand.

Suddenly, Kong Youling burst into a "gurgling" sound, she was clearly more cultured than Sun Changkong and understood Ji Minghuan's sarcastic tone.

"Well… okay then." Sun Changkong nodded, "We'll celebrate the birthday today, but I have one condition."

"As expected of our boss, how come you have conditions for celebrating your birthday?" Mario asked.

"Next year, I don't want my birthday celebrated early, only on September 5th," Sun Changkong said, "Nor Ji Mihua's."

"That's fine, but can you stop calling me Ji Mihua?"

"Ji Mihua, tasty," Mario said, "Had a bucket while watching a movie before."

"That's popcorn."

Ji Minghuan looked at them speechlessly.

"We say we celebrate early, but there's no cake," Shang Xiaoqi said blandly, "Traitor, you didn't put any effort in, punish you to ride the Boss's Somersault Cloud drop tower a hundred times."

"Yeah!"

With that, Sun Changkong suddenly got angry, thinking that Ji Mihua had fooled her, and he never intended to celebrate her birthday.

"That's easy, I've already had the Mentor bring us the birthday cake," Ji Minghuan said with a corner of his mouth raised.

"Really?"

After a while, the metal door of the detention room slowly opened, then several experimenters came in, carrying a birthday cake down from the hillside.

On the cream cake was a red little monkey with a staff and a golden crown, with one candle each stuck on top. The candle flames flickered red under the sunset.

Ji Minghuan took the cake from their hands, and they left by elevator afterward.

Sun Changkong turned her head from the Somersault Cloud, staring dumbfounded at the large cake, revealing her tiny shocked tiger teeth. Then she swallowed a gulp, pointing at herself to Ji Minghuan:

"Is this mine?"

"Or else is it mine?" Ji Minghuan cocked his head, countering, "I don't mind celebrating twice in a year."

"Happy Birthday, Boss," Mario said while engrossed in his game, not lifting his head.