Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

"Hello, master."

Zhang Liangshao raised his head and looked carefully at the person in front of him.

This time modeling is the most similar to Song Wenyao's appearance in the real world among the several characters he has seen.

The man standing in front of him was wearing a high-necked black wool sweater with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows, and a pair of titanium gray trousers that were ironed without any wrinkles. He looked very successful.

He has a little mustache on his lips and three wrinkles between his brows. He looks serious and mature, and even his voice sounds a lot older.

Zhang Liangshao glanced at the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, then looked down at his white, tender, fufu little hands, and finally compared the height difference between them, feeling at a loss.

You were born before I was born, but I am already old when I was born?

Father... father and son play?

Is the character design a little over this time?Wouldn't this really be X-harmonic?

His thoughts were interrupted by 7474741's voice in his head, [Zhang Liangshao, I have two news for you, one is bad news...]

[Listen to the good news first. ] Zhang Liangshao replied without thinking.

[… The other is even worse news. ]7474741 finished the unfinished words.

[... fine, as long as you are happy, let's talk in order. ]

[The first message is that [unknown person] was alarmed when we entered, and no one else has successfully logged in to this world except you, so we have no foreign aid. ]

[I know that thighs are not so easy to hug...] Zhang Liangshao sighed, [What else? ]

[The next piece of worse news is that this world doesn't seem to exist in my database, and I can't find any story and character settings that match the criteria, which means...we're "blind". ]

[Isn't this good news? ] Zhang Liangshao was overjoyed, [Then I can start freestyle again? ]

[I'm afraid you are thinking too beautifully. ]7474741 said coldly, [Not being able to find it does not mean that your character does not exist. The character manipulated by the NPC is far less than the player's degree of freedom, and you will soon realize this. ]

He concludes, [Alone, isolated, ignorant... I must seriously tell you, Zhang Liangshao, that after recalculation, our success rate has dropped to—]

[Don't tell me, I don't believe in pseudoscience. ] Zhang Liangshao sternly refused.

7474741: [...You didn't say that just now. ]

[Oh, take it easy, Baby~]

Zhang Liangshao smiled charmingly in a very pretentious tone, [Everything is under my control...]

However, the rollover was so sudden.

Right after Zhang Liangshao opened his mouth, the man in front of him suddenly frowned, and those very old lines between his brows became more obvious.

"I am not your master."

"..." Zhang Liangshao blinked in confusion, and then heard the voice in front of him.

"I am your maker, Song Yi."

While talking, the man turned sideways, and pulled the person who had been standing behind him and was tightly blocked by his tall body to the front.

Zhang Liangshao lowered his head... lowered his head... lowered his head again, and opened his eyes slightly.

A black-haired, blue-eyed lady in a small brown suit stood in front of him and looked at him with an expressionless face. She was close to him in height and was about 3 centimeters shorter than him, which made her extremely comfortable.

"This is my son, Song Wenyao."

"And your only master."

Song Heng's words sounded from the side without losing the opportunity.

Zhang Liangshao swallowed, but in fact there was no saliva in his mouth, so he just moved his Adam's apple.

The system played "lose control" in his mind.

He observed his own appearance through the reflection of the glass.

He was dressed in a white jumpsuit, with an irregular obsidian pattern on the left chest, which was the logo of Blackstone Company, and a flashing Arabic numeral 11 underneath. He had black hair and black eyes, and a baby face with a little baby fat. He stood barefoot On the ground, slender ankles were exposed at the bottom of the trousers, which looked very cute, about six or seven years old.

And behind his reflection, there is "his master", Song · the ruthless chief executive (crossed out) · currently the unsmiling little Zhengtai · Wen Yao.

If it wasn't for not being able to OOC, Zhang Liangshao would want to kneel down and beat the ground now.

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah it's a bad start for admitting the wrong person at the beginning ah it won't lose favorability! ?

Speaking of which, Lao Gong is a real person, where did his favorability come from? I really lost my mind after playing games, Axi!

The shrunken version of Song Wenyao is so cute, he is simply a treasure of the world, can I rush up to hold his head and give him 180 now?

[No, blame Shushu, hurry up and get to the plot. ]7474741 interrupted the barrage in his brain.

Zhang Liangshao hypnotized himself a hundred times in his heart, "I'm not a bionic person, I don't have feelings", and then raised a standard smile showing eight teeth to the person in front of him.

Song Wenyao in front of him turned his head and let out a gasp.

Hey, did he give me a "tss" or a "sneer"?yes?Is it hated? !

[You probably think highly of yourself. ]7474741 Adding insult to injury, [This system thinks it's just disdain at best. ]

[Isn't that the same? ! ] Zhang Liangshao's inner villain is showing his teeth and claws, [What about the baby who fell in love with me at the first sight?I'm so cute, why don't you like me? ! ]

[......]

……

The access control jumped from red to green, and the glass door beside him opened automatically. Zhang Liangshao turned around, walked out of the room, and came to Song Wenyao.

He opened his mouth, and then realized, "Hello, my master" has already been said just now, so now there are no lines to express his loyalty.

"..."

His poor vocabulary left him standing there in embarrassment.

Fortunately, everyone seemed to think that it was normal for the bionics to stand in place without instructions, Song Yi turned to Song Wenyao and said.

"This is the bionic man NO.11 that Dad ordered for you. Give him a name?"

"It's not necessary," Song Wenyao said. He hadn't gone through the voice-changing period yet. His voice at the moment was a little hoarse, which is unique to teenagers, and it sounded very green. Just call it the same number."

"In this case, then you should call Eleven first." Song Yi said.

Zhang Liangshao nodded, "Okay, father."

Song Yi raised his eyebrows, as if he was a little surprised that he would call him that.

"You are my maker, and from a human point of view, you are my father." Zhang Shameless Liang Shao tilted his head, and said in his programmed immature voice, "Can I call you that? ?”

Song Yi didn't stop him in the end, but instead patted his son's head. "If Yaoyao thinks of another name in the future, he can be renamed at any time."

……

Under the leadership of his godfather (not) Song Yi, Zhang Liangshao came to his room with Song Wenyao.

"From now on, you will live with Yaoyao." Song Heng patted him on the shoulder before leaving, "Accompany him well."

Zhang Liangshao nodded obediently, and closed the door, leaving only two fake children in the room.

He immediately walked to Song Wenyao's side, wanting to have a heart-to-heart talk with him.

However, his poor vocabulary made him bow down again. The tricks accumulated over the years to date and chat with sex are completely useless here. Facing such an innocent, lovely, pure and innocent little angel in front of him, Zhang Liangshao held back for a long time and could only say something dry. :

"Hello."

That's great, you don't have to worry about being exposed at all, such a clumsy tone and hypocritical expression can only be done by bionics, okay? !

"..." The five-headed old Gong didn't seem to be thinking about him very much at the moment, he climbed up to the wine red single sofa in the room, nestled in it, turned on his optical brain and began to read.

Zhang Liangshao took a glance and found that he was looking at the stock market index.

No, it's not true, shouldn't children of this age be watching bears? !

How can Lao Tzu try to intervene in your heart and stir up the topic like this!

"Hey, brother, today's market trend doesn't look very optimistic..."

Is it like this? !

However, God did not even leave him with such an opportunity.

Seemingly seeing that Zhang Liangshao had been trying to strike up a conversation with him, Song Wenyao suddenly adjusted the projected screen to a single-sided visible mode, and then glanced at him.

"Stand in the corner."

"..."

Zhang Liangshao could only walk towards the corner aggrieved.

"Not there." Song Wenyao stopped him, "There."

He points to his upper right corner, which is in his line of sight rather than behind him.

In this way, Zhang Liangshao would not be able to appreciate today's market index with him, and Zhang Liangshao expressed his displeasure.

He tried to get Song Wenyao's attention.

"Are there any slippers here that I can use?" He looked down, looked at his toes on the ground, and let them move one by one.

Song Wenyao really stopped what he was doing, and turned his head to look at him.

His eyesight was very sharp for a moment, not like a child at all, even Zhang Liangshao was frightened by him.

"Why do you need to use slippers?" Song Wenyao opened his mouth, his voice still immature.

"...I'm a little cold."

"Can androids be cold too?"

Zhang Liangshao nodded.

Song Wenyao raised his eyebrows, "Explain."

"..." Zhang Liangshao, who didn't get the script, couldn't tell the reason behind it at all, but he could indeed feel the coolness on the wooden floor, so he could only answer innocently, "I don't know."

"You said you didn't know?" Song Wenyao looked at him blankly, "You don't know how you were made?"

"...Maybe there are temperature sensors on my skin." Zhang Liangshao tried to use his limited knowledge to give the children a reliable answer. "Thermistors can do this."

Song Wenyao turned off the light screen, slid off the sofa, walked up to him, looked him up and down carefully as if seeing him for the first time, then squinted his eyes, "There is no circuit under your skin."

Zhang Liangshao: "..."

"The bones of the bionic human are made of resin, and the skin and muscles are artificially cultivated with cells. The small vibration pulses transmitted through the electrodes make the muscles contract and relax, but they are dead and can't feel anything." Song Wenyao said He said.

Brother, how do you know so much at such a young age?

Zhang Liangshao lowered his head slightly by 5 degrees, and then calmly said to Zhengtai in front of him, "I can feel the cold, just like you...Technology is advancing, nothing is impossible."

[Don't plagiarize the slogan of reincarnation. ] 7474741 bubbling.

[Can’t you see? Bro, now only his own words can refute him. ]

Song Wenyao's expression froze, and the suspicion in his eyes faded a little, but there was still a trace left. He turned his head and returned to his seat.

From this angle, Zhang Liangshao could see him climbing onto the single sofa with his PP pouted. Compared with his eloquent performance just now, Song Wenyao in this appearance has a wonderful contrast.

He couldn't help smiling.

"... There are many slippers in the cabinet, you can take them yourself." Song Wenyao turned on the light screen again, without looking this way.

Zhang Liangshao looked at the wardrobe next to the wall, and walked over to open it by himself.

The first closet contains Song Wenyao's clothes, basically dull dark colors, many small suits hanging on it, and a windbreaker, the little guy left when he was a child.

Not finding what he was looking for, he closed the wardrobe and opened a second one.

The second closet contains Song Wenyao's underwear, pajamas and socks, which are boring stripes and solid colors, but Zhang Liangshao got a little bit of the fat and knee-length socks that are completely different from the grown-up size. Be cute, he turned his back to Song Wenyao, suppressed his gradually perverted smile, then closed the closet, walked to the last closet and opened it.

The last wardrobe was empty, with some out-of-season clothes and sundries. There were two drawers in the middle. Zhang Liangshao opened the drawer, paused, and a red warning appeared in the center of his field of vision. It was the detection system of the bionic man. is working.

[The system detected a gun, model: XXXXX, danger level: XXXXX]

It turned out to be a fully automatic pistol.

His first reaction was to ask aloud, but after thinking about it, Song Wenyao should know that he had a gun in his closet if it was placed so clearly. Since he showed it to himself so openly, it shouldn't be a big deal.

Although this guy has amnesia and his body has shrunk, he is still an adult subconsciously. From the conversation just now, it can be seen that he is very difficult to fool.It would be embarrassing if asking this touched a sensitive nerve he didn't know.

Zhang Liangshao closed the drawer without saying a word.

He opened the second drawer and finally found what he was looking for, a pair of gray cotton slippers.He took out the slippers, squatted down and put them on the ground, then stood up, put his feet in, and raised his head.

Zhang Liangshao was startled when a face suddenly appeared in front of him, and he took a few steps back. The camera installed behind the black pupil stretched and retracted several times before adjusting to a suitable focal length.

Song Wenyao stood in front of him at some point, and he looked at him unblinkingly with those sapphire blue eyes.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?"