Chapter 2292: Customized Lover (27)
Chapter 2292: Chapter 2292: Customized Lover (27)
The robot can be dissected at will, but no one dares with humans!
Whether it’s body modification or chip implantation, it’s all illegal. He’s a model citizen and never does such things.
That’s all Fong Wuye discovered, and after telling Chuzheng, he quickly rolled back to the lab.
Although he can’t actively modify others, he can study those who’ve been modified!
Such great times shouldn’t be wasted here on this brat.
Chuzheng stands in the living room watching Fong Yan for a while. He’s fully absorbed in piecing together the half-finished cruise ship,
Guess even if you stab him now, he wouldn’t fight back.
Chuzheng clicks her tongue, opens the game interface and heads upstairs.
The game progress is only 10%, just enough to show the map.
Chuzheng glances at the green dots on the map, no anomalies.
How to increase this progress... Don’t tell me it’s really about leading a robot rebellion? That’s too troublesome...
Chuzheng thinks there must be a better interpretation for this task.
There has to be a better way!
Half an hour later, Chuzheng has a new idea.
Since it speaks of the master of intelligence, just set her as the higher-level master over all intelligent devices than their original owners.
Chuzheng clenches her right fist and smacks it into her left palm, thinking how smart she is!
Immediately, Chuzheng starts an indiscriminate network invasion, first securing a few hundred meters radius, then expanding to various companies and all sorts of robots.
[Main Line: Player to become the intelligent master progress 20%]
Looking at the promising progress bar, Chuzheng’s mood is quite good.
It can be done!
Chuzheng sets it up to run on its own, shifting the tough ones aside to deal with later.
Now, the final question: what is the item Ruan Liang talked about?
The original owner’s stuff is just a bit... Seems Fong Yan will have to take a shot at it.
The situation is complicated now, better postpone this matter.
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One week later.
Assistant Yu came twice, but Fong Yan didn’t open the door for him, so Assistant Yu didn’t say anything as he didn’t trust Chuzheng.
Chuzheng remotely monitors the company. Since Fong Yan isn’t present, there are slight issues, but nothing serious. The company runs normally.
Fong Wuye might be engrossed in black-shadowed people’s research, as there’s been no news.
That noon, Chuzheng goes downstairs and sees Fong Yan standing before the completed cruise ship.
"Finished assembling?"
"...Yeah." Fong Yan’s voice is slightly hoarse.
In the past, the vague outline in his mind becomes a clear image upon hearing ’cruise ship.’
This is that cruise ship.
Chuzheng glances at the cruise ship without asking anything else, pulls him upstairs, pushes him into the bathroom: "First, take a shower."
Fong Yan is achy and tense all over, hasn’t changed clothes for several days, definitely needs a good shower.
Fong Yan comfortably soaks in a bath, comes out of the bathroom, and immediately spots the girl sitting by his bed.
Her long, golden hair spills slightly on the bedsheet like flowing golden threads.
She props her body with her hands slightly back, her long, straight legs crossed, her foot swinging casually.
Fong Yan forces himself to look away: "Anything happen these past few days?"
"Your assistant has looked for you a few times." Chuzheng says, "Fong Wuye says that black person has been modified and has a brain chip."
Chuzheng summarizes everything concisely.
Fong Yan pauses in drying his hair: "A chip?"
Chuzheng: "Just like last time."
Fong Yan is silent for a few seconds: "So that person should be related to the mastermind behind Katys Hotel explosion?"
"If nothing goes wrong, yes."
"What do you think?"
Chuzheng casually says: "I have no thoughts." After all, I’m just an emotionless robot.
Fong Yan belatedly realizes his question was odd.
She’s not human.
Why do I treat her like a human?
Fong Yan sighs inwardly: "I’ll go to the company later."
"You should sleep first."
"I need to go to the company, haven’t been there for days, surely there’s lots of work." Fong Yan goes into the wardrobe to change.
Chuzheng pulls him out, presses him directly onto the bed, harshly says: "Rest first."
"I..."
"You won’t rest well, then we’ll do something else." Chuzheng holds Fong Yan’s shoulder: "Do you want to?"
"Something else?" Fong Yan initially doesn’t react, but after asking, regrets immediately.
Fong Yan, embarrassed and indignant, turns over, faces away from Chuzheng: "No need."
Chuzheng covers him with the blanket.
Listening to the movements behind, Chuzheng sits beside him but does nothing.
Just a robot.
Fong Yan, calm down, what’s there to be embarrassed about?
Fong Yan mentally hypnotizes himself.
He is indeed very tired these days, lying in the cozy, spacious bed, he quickly feels sleepy.
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The time in the room is set to 18:00, and the sunset casts a warm yellow hue throughout the room.
Translucent curtains gently flutter, with a blanket halfway draped over the bed onto the floor.
The exceptionally handsome man on the bed suddenly opens his eyes, his pupils reflecting a hint of fear, his fair forehead beaded with sweat.
He slightly parts his lips to breathe, his chest heaving noticeably.
"What’s wrong?"
The clear, crisp voice resonates in his ear, dispelling his inner fear and unease.
Fong Yan instinctively turns his head, meeting Chuzheng’s eyes, slightly tinged with light gold, reflecting his current state.
Fong Yan: "!!"
Fong Yan suddenly sits up, instinctively flicks open the thin blanket to glance down, then presses it back.
"Why are you here?"
Chuzheng also sits up: "I was here when you slept."
Fong Yan: "I mean, why are you on my bed?"
Chuzheng: "Can’t I be on your bed?"
Fong Yan’s veins pop: "Men and women are different!"
Chuzheng firmly replies: "I’m your companion robot, I’m supposed to sleep with you."
Fong Yan: "..." Such twisted logic!
"Were you having a nightmare?"
Fong Yan raises a hand to rub his forehead: "Yeah, but I can’t remember the dream."
Chuzheng wraps her arms around his waist: "Scared?"
"Don’t know, feels a bit..." Fong Yan struggles to describe the feeling: "Let go of me first."
Chuzheng rests her chin on his shoulder: "We’ve kissed, what harm in a hug?"
Fong Yan: "..." Shut up!
Fong Yan glances at the arms around him, ultimately just sighs: "What time is it?"
"Six o’clock."
Slept the whole afternoon?
"I’m heading down. Are you still hugging?"
Chuzheng releases him, seriously asks: "Can I sleep in your room from now on?"
Fong Yan gets off the bed: "If you like, it’s yours."
"You understood my meaning."
"I refuse."
"..." Why deny me!
Little thing’s not cute at all!
Might as well just lock it up!