After rebirth, I went from a peasant girl to the richest man

"But... I always feel like I've known my master, Michelin, and everyone else for many, many years!"

Lu Ban hesitated for a while, but finally expressed his doubts.

Unlike Michelin, who is a careless person, he knows that he is a robot, made up of various parts and materials, even those that can be traced back to some raw stone.

It cannot be compared with human flesh and blood.

But sometimes he feels like a "human".

Because he has the same mental flaws as humans. Human memory varies in length, and there is remembering and forgetting. He has a database, but he can also forget.

He has emotions like humans. He respects and admires his master Bai Qingyun, and has brotherly pampering and tolerance for Michelin. He can even understand the "colleague" relationship between him and other robots.

Even Huo Huo, he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he was his "elder".

But he had known Zhuzi for a short time, only since the research institute on the other side of the waterfall. In addition, he could control the terminal and help his master, so he temporarily defined him as his master's "senior assistant"...

All these are things that a spliced ​​and assembled robot should not have.

But he has it!

This was an answer that could not be found in his database, which made him question it for the first time, as he had always relied on the database to design furniture drawings in the past.

He needed answers, so he spoke and asked.

He told Bai Qingyun all the doubts in his mind, praying to get answers from a "real person".

After listening to the story, Bai Qingyun did not speak for a long time. She placed her hands on the armrests, with the backs of her hands facing up and her palms facing down. No one noticed that the place where her fingertips touched the armrest began to turn white because of the great force.

Her eyes were not focused, but her mind was active, and she couldn't even hear the conversation between the two kids and Lu Ban.

The armchair is not a custom-made chair. When Zhuzi sits on it, his legs are suspended in the air, only a fist-sized distance away from the chair surface.

After hanging in the air for a long time, you can easily lift your legs and put them on the chair.

Because of this design, he can only jump when getting off the chair, with the feeling of falling to the ground and his belly swaying slightly up and down, which makes him look a little cute, but his momentum is fully controlled.

He frowned, put his hands behind his back, hunched over slightly, and looked a bit old-fashioned. He walked to Lu Ban and said, "Um, do you know who I am?"

He was unhappy. This person put himself in the position of "assistant". Even though it was prefixed with "senior", he was still unhappy.

He believes that this is not a sign of being petty, but rather a correct identity and a form of "respect" when talking to others.

Lu Ban looked at Bai Qingyun who was left empty-handed again and didn't dare to say anything more.

But he still had doubts in his heart. This was clearly the first time he saw her dazed, so why did he use the word "again"? Could it be that she had seen her master like this before?

But he did not delve into it further. It was just a matter of words, a mistake that was easy for humans to make.

He looked at the "assistant" who was shorter than the chair, and thoughtfully stood up and squatted down, so that his eyes were level with Zhuzi's and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't think it through. The chairs Michelin asked me to order last time were originally for you. I will redesign these two chairs when I go back."

He subjectively believed that the identity he mentioned was that he was his master's "senior assistant" and often needed to accompany his master to discuss things.

Although the quality of a chair does not play a decisive role, it is also important to allow people to sit comfortably and talk.

Customizing a chair is my specialty, and it can be considered a disguised way of helping the owner.

Zhuzi did not expect such an answer. He asked about identity and he answered chair. It was totally inconsistent with the language logic. It was obvious that the other party had added subjective thinking in between.

Such subjective thinking is easy to reason, and it is nothing more than establishing his identity as an "assistant".

His frown deepened, but he did not reject his offer.

"Well, I can make a few more chairs like this. I can save them and use them conveniently."

There were no such chairs at the Bai family’s dining table, and the table and chairs were made relatively high, so he had to be carried up every time he went up there.

With this chair, you can avoid the embarrassment of being hugged.

After all, he is a "boy", and only a careful "girl" can tell that he cannot make it to the table.

He is a man who knows the difference between men and women, and it is not good for him to let little girls hug him often.

However, Zhuzi thanked Luban and still did not forget his purpose: "However, my identity is Huohuo's brother, not an assistant."

"Although I admit that I am very senior, I am not her assistant." Zhuzi pointed at Bai Qingyun who was sitting there with her head down and her eyes closed thinking.

Lu Ban's electronic eyes widened, and the circle on the display screen was very eye-catching, but he still said: "Sorry, I was abrupt."

Faced with the other party's surprise and polite answer, Zhuzi didn't say much.

He patted Lu Ban's mechanical shoulder, which was exactly the old place where Michelin had built before, and said earnestly: "Although being an elder makes you look old, there is nothing you can do. People should respect their elders, let alone robots!"

Lu Ban's face was full of confusion. Is there any connection between the two?

But Zhuzi didn't care at all. With one hand behind his back, he patted his shoulder with the other hand and said, "You said so, right, Xiaoban!"

His posture was very dignified like that of an elder, and even his tone of voice was designed, including the affectionate terms he used to address the younger generation.

This was the result of his self-study after watching countless movies and TV shows. Now it seems to be effective, at least it has scared Lu Ban.

"Okay, sir, Lu Ban will remember it!" He said, bowing towards the bamboo's back, imitating ancient etiquette.

Zhuzi, who was about to jump onto the chair, quickly retracted his legs and patted his rapidly beating heart with lingering fear: I was so scared, I almost fell down, it doesn't matter if it hurts, it's too embarrassing in front of the younger generation!

He tried to steady his voice and cleared his throat as if nothing had happened: "Uh-huh~~ Just call me Senior Bamboo!"

Calling someone "grandpa" makes you look too old!

"Okay, Bamboo...Senior!" Lu Ban responded humbly. In his heart, he always felt that the word "uncle" was easier to say than "senior", but out of respect as a junior, he dared not say much.

He was also a thoughtful person. Seeing Zhuzi hesitating in front of the chair, he thought it was inconvenient for him to sit on the chair.

Then he quickly stood up, walked over quickly, picked him up and sat him on the chair.

Even the way of holding is a choice.