“This… if you take 10 or 20, I won’t object… if you want them all… cough… this…” Master Korin tactfully refused.
“I could have grabbed them directly, but I’m more reasonable.” Mr. Ren sighed, “How about this? If I can guess how many beans are in this jar, you will give them all to me. Deal?”
Master Korin: “…”
Brief silence.
Master Korin nodded lightly, indicating agreement.
So, do you still want to guess how many beans there are?
I want to see if you can guess it right.
“Ren, can you guess it?” Bulma asked softly.
“No problem.” Ren smiled, “There are a total of 6158 beans.”
“Really? Shall we count them?” Master Korin’s heart sank, looking carefully at the beans in the jar.
“Let’s count them.” Ren said, snapping his fingers.
“Snap!”
With a light sound, the beans in the jar flew out of nowhere.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”
Immediately, these beans quickly gathered in groups of three or four and divided into six piles, floating in the air.
Upon closer inspection, there were detailed divisions divided into ten small parts within each of the six piles of beans.
“Now we have six piles of beans in front of us. Each pile has ten small parts, and each part has 100 beans; you can count them.” Ren smiled, “As for the remaining 158 beans, I have separated them for you.”
Master Korin widened his eyes, his expression filled with endless astonishment.
How did he do it?
Why do I suddenly feel… he’s more like a god than me?
Even the old man in the sky wouldn’t be able to do this, would he?
“No need to point… you win.” Master Korin wiped his sweat.
“Okay, then I won’t be polite.” Ren wasn’t very polite, snapping his fingers again.
“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!”
Suddenly, all the beans neatly flew back into the jar.
“Thank you.” Ren thanked.
“You’re welcome…” Master Korin smiled bitterly.
“Let’s go.” Ren waved to Bulma.
“Let’s see if there are any other treasures left. After all, he’s a hermit.” Bulma suggested quietly.
Master Korin didn’t want to talk anymore.
You’ve all taken all my beans… now you’re asking me if there’s anything else?
“I feel like there’s nothing left…” Ren shook his head.
“Then forget it. After all, I’m the daughter of a wealthy family… I don’t lack anything.” Bulma pouted and said with a smile.
Master Korin: “…”
You don’t lack anything, yet you ask me if there are other treasures.
“Let’s go.” Ren hugged Bulma and flew away from Korin Tower.
At the same time, Ren released a hint of angelic power, covering the beans on the jar.
Immediately, the jar of beans followed behind Ren.
“Ah? Can the jar fly, too?” Bulma was amazed.
“The jar?” Ren was taken aback.
“Ren, the beans belong to you, but the jar belongs to me!” Bulma became interested, “It’s the first time I’ve seen a flying jar.”
Ren: “…”
“Okay, it’s yours.” Ren didn’t object.
If you knew the jar couldn’t fly, I wonder what your attitude would be.
“By the way, can you help me make a device to store beans? Like a storage space or something.” Ren said to Bulma.
“Leave it to me.” Bulma patted her chest, readily agreeing.
Ren knew that Bulma was a genius despite being only five years old.
A genius in science.
In the special “Galactic Patrolman” episode, 5-year-old Bulma created a powerful energy gun.
Pulling the trigger, the energy gunshot into the sea, causing waves several tens of meters high, frightening Galactic Patrolman Gack.
That’s why Ren entrusted Bulma with creating storage space.
Ren believed that Bulma could accomplish this glorious and arduous task.
“What kind of storage space should I make?” Bulma pondered with her head down.
“How about a ring? It’s more convenient to wear on your hand.” Ren suggested.
“You’re really smart, okay? I’ll do as you say.” Bulma nodded, “It’ll take about a day to make it. It’s not difficult… just need to modify the universal capsule a little.”
“So simple? Then thank you.” Ren thanked.
“Not a problem, not a problem, but I’ll need to borrow your tail to play with for a couple of days.” Bulma giggled and grabbed Ren’s tail.
Ren: “…”
“What’s so fun about a tail?” Ren was speechless.
“It’s so fluffy and fun to play with.” Bulma giggled as she stroked Ren’s tail.
“Because you don’t have one, you think it’s fun.” Ren said.
“Yeah, it’s because I don’t have one.” Bulma nodded earnestly.
“There’ll be even more fun tails in the future.” Ren replied.
Bulma: “????”
“Where?” Bulma asked.
“You’ll find out when you grow up.” Ren smiled.
“Hmph, you talk as if you’re older than me. Aren’t we the same age?” Bulma pouted.
Ren didn’t say much, flying swiftly through the night sky.
Before long, Ren returned to the headquarters of the Universal Capsule Corporation with Bulma.
It was around 9 p.m.
A waning moon hung in the sky, a gentle breeze blowing, carrying a fresh scent, giving a poetic atmosphere to the night.
Broly was lying on the lawn, looking up at the moon in the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.
Seeing Ren and Bulma return, Broly quickly got up.
“Broly, what are you looking at?” Ren asked curiously.
“Dad…” Broly pointed to the moon in the sky, suddenly thinking of his father on the planet Vampa.
My dad is still on that planet.
Shouldn’t we bring him over, too?
“Ren, your companion can talk… I always thought he was mute.” Bulma looked at Broly in surprise, whispering to Ren again.
“He can talk. He just doesn’t express himself clearly.” Ren nodded.
“What did he call you just now?” Bulma didn’t hear earlier.
“Dad…” Broly pointed to the moon again, still unsure how to express himself in words.
“Ah? Did he call you dad?” Bulma heard it this time, her young face filled with endless astonishment, “Have you already married and had children? Can aliens marry and have children at five years old? You’re so lucky!”
Ren: “…”
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