Chapter 59 Online Dating with a Brat: Female College Students Are the Cutest Creatures in the World

In the livestream, the echoes of Li Jiajun's grand declaration, "You will become the Ghost Racing King of your neighborhood," had not yet faded.

He looked at the calm "little adult" on the screen, Long Aoao, and the heavy stone in his heart finally landed with a solid thud.

'It's set! This time is definitely set!' The thought surfaced in his mind.

The perfunctory and helpless smile on his face vanished, replaced by one that was incredibly sincere and eager. Looking at this child now, he felt as if he were looking at a guiding light in the fog, the ray of hope that would lead his Li Family Toy Factory to completely shed its "military-industrial stigma" and return to the righteous path!

This was what a toy factory should actually be doing!

A children's toy car! What a normal, simple, and innocent demand!

Look at this child—so pure, so cute! At such a young age, he already has such a grand yet practical life ambition as becoming the "Neighborhood Racing King"!

Compare that to the previous customer, "A White Cloth on the Head," who kept talking about "efficiency" and "quantity." One look and you knew that was a one-way ticket to a prison cell.

The more Li Jiajun thought about it, the more he felt his logic was impeccable.

He cleared his throat, leaned forward unconsciously, and spoke into the microphone in a gentle, neighborly big brother tone that even he found a bit cringeworthy: "Little friend, I've received your dream! You just want to be the neighborhood racing king without your parents finding out, right? Simple! Uncle's got you covered!"

He was completely moved by this "simple and pure" toy request.

Immediately, he entered that state of "the whole world is drunk while I alone am sober" again, and couldn't help but start muttering his internal monologue to the camera:

"family, did you see that? This is the kind of suggestion I need. Ahem, I've actually summarized a rule: as long as my customer is an honest person, my inventions will absolutely not develop in a strange direction! That drone last time was a total accident; it was all the fault of that Top Supporter, who clearly wasn't a proper artist."

"But this little brother," he pointed at Long Aoao on the screen with a face full of certainty, "is clearly a good kid! Clear eyes, simple needs! So, for the next step, my factory will focus on making children's toy cars! This time, it's in the bag!"

This "self-hypnotic" declaration immediately made the bullet chat in the livestream active again.

"Hahaha, the Main Streamer is raising flags again!"

"The 'Honest Person Law'? Why do I feel like this law is as unreliable as the Main Streamer's integrity?"

"I bet fifty cents that this car will definitely be more criminal than the drone! Marking this post as proof!"

"Stop it, how criminal can a toy car be? It's not like it can drive onto the highway, right?"

Li Jiajun looked at the bullet chat and curled his lip disdainfully. He felt he had already grasped the essence of the situation, and that these Netizens were simply on too low a level.

At that moment, on the other side of the screen, an unnatural and complex light—unfitting for his age—flashed quickly through Long Aoao's habitually calm eyes.

Of course, Li Jiajun, completely immersed in the joy of "returning to the righteous path," did not notice this detail.

On the surface, Long Aoao still maintained his steady "little adult" persona, but inside, he was undergoing an intense "brainstorming" session.

'This uncle seems quite capable,' he thought to himself. 'The fastest speed, and it can't be discovered by my parents... Perfect! This is exactly what I need!'

The reason he proposed these two seemingly contradictory requirements was, naturally, not to become some boring "Neighborhood Racing King."

'Hmph, Neighborhood Racing King? How childish.' A hint of disdain surfaced in Long Aoao's heart.

His true goal was to meet someone.

A female college student named "Sunny Doll" whom he had only chatted with online.

A few days ago, he had seen a guide online titled "The Romance Bible: How to Quickly Capture a Goddess's Heart." The article stated with absolute certainty: "The love of modern women is inseparable from houses and cars. As long as a man possesses these two things, he has the VIP ticket to a goddess's heart."

'The guide is right, a man must have a car and a house!' Long Aoao deeply agreed. Although he and his Qingqing had been chatting passionately online, they hadn't met in person yet. They had already arranged a meeting, and fearing he might fail the first impression, he felt he needed to own both.

The house issue, he had already "solved."

While eating a few days ago, he had asked his parents with filial piety that would make a crowd roar with laughter: "Mom, Dad, when you guys die later, will this big villa be left to me?"

His parents were stunned for a moment, then told him between laughter and tears that of course it would be left to him.

'House: settled.' Long Aoao mentally checked a box. 'Now I just need a car that can hold its own.'

He and that "Sunny Doll" sister had been chatting very intensely. Her pure and cute appearance in her photos made his heart flutter. As expected, what his father and uncles said was true: female college students are the cutest creatures in the world. He felt he had fallen in love. Now everything was ready, except for a perfect real-life meeting to solidify this great romance.

With the house secured, he needed a car.

Therefore, he had to have a "chariot" that was flashy and unique enough to showcase his "maturity" and "strength" that surpassed his peers!

This car had to be fast—fast enough to show his passion!

This car also had to be "safe"—safe enough to evade his parents' eyes so he could freely pursue his love!

And this toy factory uncle in front of him seemed perfectly capable of meeting all his needs.

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While Li Jiajun was still feeling smug about his "Honest Person Law," he enthusiastically followed up: "Little friend, do you have any requirements for the car's appearance? Like the color or style? Do you want it to be cool or cute?"

Long Aoao adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and replied in his usual calm tone: "Uncle, the appearance isn't important; I trust your aesthetic. As long as it meets the two core requirements I mentioned earlier."

"Good! You have taste!" Li Jiajun slapped his thigh. "Not dwelling on the surface, but pursuing core internal performance! This child will surely achieve great things in the future!"

The more he looked at Long Aoao, the more he liked him, feeling like he was a lucky star sent from heaven, the "light of transformation" for his toy factory.

"Don't worry! Uncle will definitely build you the best children's car in the world! I'll make you the coolest kid in your neighborhood—no, in all of Baishui City!"

Li Jiajun's grand words traveled clearly through the internet into Long Aoao's ears.

The corner of Long Aoao's mouth curled up slightly in an imperceptible, satisfied smile.

'The best children's car in the world?'

'Very good. Qingqing, wait for me!'