Robert Walker gently pinched his little face, leaned in close, and whispered, “First of all, let me correct you—last night you recited that poem wrong. That’s a famous line from ‘Yuefu Poetry Collection · The Long Song,’ and it should be: ‘If you don’t work hard when you’re young, you’ll end up doing hard labor when you grow up.’ And now, I have to go to work, so I don’t have time to listen to you recite ancient poetry. But you can recite it to your dad—he’ll definitely praise you for learning a new poem, and maybe he’ll even reward you.”

After saying this, he casually grabbed the cucumber and dashed off in a hurry.

Not long after, Brother Lewis’s booming voice shouted from behind him, “Hey you little rascal, where’d you learn that twisted poem? You even dare to mock your old man? Just wait, I’ll tan your hide!”

“Awooo!” The little rascal responded even louder.

Squeezing onto the subway with the cucumber and rushing to the office, Robert Walker had just clocked in and was about to leave when a woman’s voice sounded behind him: “Little Walker, are those cucumbers your breakfast? The company has rules—you can’t eat during work hours. Did you forget even that?”

Hearing this voice, Robert Walker instinctively shivered. He knew this voice all too well—it was his direct supervisor speaking.

Turning around, sure enough, it was his yellow-faced boss. Her real name was Lillian Howard, a name full of grace and charm, but because she was irritable and fond of scolding people during menopause, and her complexion was poor, her subordinates had given her the nickname Mrs. Howard.

Seeing his boss had noticed the cucumbers, Robert Walker picked the best one and handed it over politely, saying, “Boss, would you like one? I’ll give you one.”

Mrs. Howard shook her head coldly and said, “Forget it. How can you eat during work hours? Besides, I don’t like cucumbers.”

Robert Walker instinctively replied, “I understand, boss. I’ll definitely eat after work. But are you sure you don’t want one? Cucumbers are great—if you don’t eat them, you can use them…”

Several people nearby were waiting to clock in. Hearing this, they burst out laughing. Mrs. Howard’s face turned even yellower. She glared fiercely at Robert Walker, gritting her teeth as she asked, “Little Walker, what do you mean by that?”

Cold sweat broke out on Robert Walker’s forehead as he said aggrievedly, “Boss, you misunderstood me. I meant you can slice cucumbers and use them as a facial mask to protect your skin. That’s all I meant…”

“Then what do you mean?” Mrs. Howard asked angrily, her expression extremely twisted.

Robert Walker didn’t dare explain further. He lowered his head and forced a smile, preparing to meet Mrs. Howard’s volcanic temper with silence. But suddenly, a chill ran through his heart as he remembered the experimental machine he’d taken home last night. In his rush to work, he’d actually forgotten to bring it!

Now he was doomed. Robert Walker grew even more anxious, thinking to himself, Mrs. Howard was already angry—if she found out he hadn’t brought her experimental machine, she’d be even angrier! And that “Lord’s Heart” game—he didn’t even know if it was still stuck—just as he was thinking this, something unbelievable happened:

A basketball-sized green 3D heart-shaped statue popped out of his body. Then, the heart-shaped statue quickly changed, its color shifting from green to white, expanding outward as its surface undulated and transformed, finally forming a semi-transparent crystal sandbox about one square meter in size.

The sandbox was rectangular, with hills and rivers, flowers and trees, birds and beasts, insects and fish, and even a tiny, sesame-sized miniature castle. Everything was crystal clear and semi-transparent, vivid and lifelike, as if real…

Seeing this astonishing scene, Robert Walker’s eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t care less that Mrs. Howard was still scolding him harshly. He pointed at the semi-transparent crystal sandbox and shouted in horror, “Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! Everyone, look—what is this thing?!”

The employees nearby, who had been waiting to watch the commotion, looked blankly at where Robert Walker was pointing. Then their expressions turned horrified too, because they realized that Old Walker was actually pointing at Mrs. Howard’s bulging, barrel-shaped waist…

“Holy crap, Old Walker’s lost it?” “Damn, this guy’s finished—he’s mocking Mrs. Howard for her thick waist?” “A real man, but what a tragic way to go!”

The employees whispered among themselves. Although they tried to keep their voices down, with so many people talking, the sound still reached Robert Walker and Mrs. Howard’s ears.

Mrs. Howard was about to explode with rage. She twisted her face and shouted at Robert Walker, “Little Walker, are you looking to get fired?”

Robert Walker ignored Mrs. Howard, still in shock, pointing at the crystal sandbox in front of him and shouting to his colleagues, “No, I mean look at this thing—what is this? Can’t you see it? Th-this, this thing in front of me—can’t you see it?!”

Someone boldly joked, “We see it. Isn’t the thing in front of you Manager Howard? Manager Howard is your boss—how can you point at her like that? How can you call her a ‘thing’?”

Robert Walker looked at these people in terror. All he saw on their faces was pity and mockery, with no sign of surprise or shock. So he hurriedly rubbed his eyes hard, but when he opened them, the crystal sandbox was still right in front of him—and of course, so was his boss, her face twisted!