Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

Song Wenyao's child went to bed at nine o'clock, and Zhang Liangshao was bored all by himself, so he also went back to sleep. After an unknown period of time, he felt his eyes light up and woke up.

The blue LED light on Bionic Man Eleven's chest flickered, and the normal rhythm resumed. He blinked and his eyes gradually focused.

The body has regained consciousness, and Zhang Liangshao climbed up from the carpet with the support of his hands.

"I'm 'live' again."

He moved his limbs, looked at the boy standing in front of him, and showed a vigorous smile.

"You kept the promise, thank you."

The sunlight outside the window was a bit dazzling, Song Wenyao was startled, turned his head and frowned.

"It's not an agreement." He turned around and walked out of the room, "It's just my daily plan."

Zhang Liangshao followed him step by step with his hands behind his back, walking briskly forward on his toes, "Then what is your daily routine today? Young Master~"

His too pretentious voice caused Song Wenyao's strong discomfort, he turned around, "Is your vocalizer malfunctioning?"

Zhang Liangshao coughed, and deliberately said seriously in a rough voice an octave lower, "There is no fault, young master."

The android eleven twitched the tip of his left eyebrow mischievously.

"..."

It was the first time for Song Wenyao to see such a complex expression system.

……

Song Wenyao sat on a seat next to the main seat in the restaurant. This was his special seat, and there was a special booster seat for children.

There was no one in the main seat, and Zhang Liangshao didn't see Song Yi early in the morning, and he seemed to have gone to the company.

I don’t know if it’s because that [unidentified person] borrowed memories from Song Wenyao’s brain when constructing the world. This world is somewhat similar to the parallel world of the real world. The manufacturing company of Bionic Man [-] is a multinational technology company named “Black Stone”. company, and the person in charge of the company is Song Wenyao's father, Song Yi.

In this world, Blackstone did not set foot in the game industry, but started as an intelligent robot, dedicated to the development of artificial intelligence and mechanical life.

From the beginning of the game until now, Zhang Liangshao has never met Song Wenyao's mother, the "legendary royal family of the empire". There is only child Song Wenyao alone in the huge villa.

What?You say himself?

He is not considered a human being now, and cannot be counted.

……

A woman in a maid dress came out of the kitchen with a plate and put Song Wenyao's breakfast on the table.

When she leaned down, Zhang Liangshao saw a blue light flashing on her left chest, which was the same as his, but the numbers on it were a little different.

It is the Arabic numeral "7".

Bionic Man No. [-].

This is the first time that Zhang Liangshao has encountered other organisms of the "same race" as himself.

The appearance of a woman is gentle and virtuous. Wearing an apron, she silently placed milk, bacon fried eggs, a small piece of pudding, a stack of fruit platters and knives and forks in front of Song Wenyao in order, and then silently Withdrew.

The young master seemed to have gotten used to this kind of life, without saying anything, he put the napkin on his lap, straightened his waist and began to eat.

Zhang Liangshao sat across from him, shaking his feet, his eyes wide open, and his chin resting on his knuckles.

He was seriously admiring the picture of Song Wenyao eating with a special mini knife and fork. The young Song Wenyao was more serious about eating than he was when he grew up. Looking at his serious and focused expression, people who didn't know thought he was not cutting. Bacon was doing internal surgery instead.

Zhang Liangshao smiled, and gradually his eyes were attracted by something else.

That's right, that pudding.

The pudding was shaking gently on the plate with slight vibrations. The brown caramel top cover reflected the bright sunlight, looking clean and flawless. Zhang Liangshao seemed to be able to smell a faint milk fragrance.

Good Q, it's the same as the young master's little face...

I've been single for a long time, and I look pretty even when I see a pudding.

Zhang Liangshao's heart fluttered.

Song Wenyao doesn't seem to like sweets, he suddenly thought.

In the first level, they went to a French teahouse, and Song Wenyao didn't try any snacks.

Does that mean...

"Can I have this pudding?"

Song Wenyao paused, raised his head, and looked at the bionic boy in front of him.

His big black eyes looked at him without blinking, with a trace of sincerity and expectation in his expression.

Here we go again, this look.

A layer of malice suddenly surged in Song Wenyao's heart, he stretched out his hand, and pushed the plate containing the pudding forward.

"Eat." He said casually.

For a moment, the eyes of the bionic person Eleven seemed to be lit up, and the corners of his lips twitched subtly as if the system had gone wrong.

Zhang Liangshao stretched out his hands to hold the plate in front of him, then picked up the snack spoon on the side, and poked it carefully.

[Hello. ]7474741 couldn't stand it anymore, and stopped it.

[Um? ]

Zhang Liangshao returned an innocent face.

[Note your identity. ]

7474741 reminded.

Zhang Liangshao suddenly realized.

[Yes, sir! ]

The pudding slid sideways under his pressure, the brown caramel layer bounced down, and a small hole was split from the edge of the silver spoon he was pressing on.

Like cutting a cake, he cut a slit on both sides, and then shoveled it from the bottom. He put a small piece of standard fan-shaped pudding in the dessert spoon, which was smooth and soft.

Perfect!This is the pudding an android should cut!

He opened his mouth and sent the pudding into his own mouth.

7474741: […]

Seeing the bionic man in front of him put the pudding in his mouth and began to chew, Song Wendaozed a bit of scrutiny in his eyes. He observed the expression on his face with a subtle tone.

"how is the taste?"

The smile on Zhang Liangshao's face froze and gradually turned into strangeness and bewilderment. He chewed in silence for a while, rolling his eyes as if thinking about some serious problem.

"no taste……"

It turns out that androids have no sense of taste, and they don't need to eat.

The black-haired and blue-eyed boy sneered as if he had expected it, as if mocking his meaningless imitation.

But Zhang Liangshao was in a difficult situation.

He swallowed the mouthful of pudding that had melted into a paste, and made a sound with difficulty.

"Should I spit it out—"

"No!" Song Wenyao objected without thinking.

No one wants to see the "person" sitting in front of him suddenly "biu" spit out a bunch of yellow unknown objects while eating.

Gum!

Zhang Liangshao swallowed the pudding.

"...But you can't swallow it." Song Wenyao slowly added the last sentence.

Zhang Liangshao: "..." Did you do it on purpose?

Song Wenyao put down the tableware, pushed aside the chair and stood up, throwing the napkin aside.

"Remember to clean your body."

"..."

Zhang Liangshao sat on his seat and watched him leave.

Good guy, just say why you are so kind, so you are waiting for me here.

He pouted, looked at the pudding on the table, and shrugged his nose.

The faint milk scent also faded away.

Bionics don't even have a sense of smell...it's just over-compensation.

7474741: [...I admire. ]

Zhang Liangshao slowly cut another piece of pudding in front of him and put it into his mouth.

[If you can’t taste the taste, you still eat it. ] 7474741 made a sound.

[The slippery taste is also very good...] Zhang Liangshao had an innocent look on his face, [Don't say that it tastes delicious like this...]

[But you'll have to get it out later. ]

[...I have to do it anyway, just let me eat a few more bites, it is shameful to waste food. ]

[… Hurry up and shut up, you. ]

[Cut, cheapskate Xiaoqi. ]

Zhang Liangshao put down his spoon in aggrieved manner, and followed Song Wenyao out of the restaurant.

There was only one pudding left on the table, and the brown caramel layer was dug out with two milky-yellow depressions, one of which was extremely smooth, and the other was a rather random arc.

One hand took the pudding away.

……

Today is Saturday, Song Wenyao doesn't need to go to school.

He nestled in his room and read a book alone.

Zhang Liangshao was bored and stood in the corner surfing the Internet.

His core can automatically connect to the star network to realize "brain surfing".

At this moment, Zhang Liangshao was expressionless on the outside, but actually entered ghost words such as "what humans are most afraid of" and "how to scare people to death" in the search bar.

So, you never know what a teenage android standing in your room is doing against humanity online.

[Yes, this is it! ]

Suddenly, Zhang Liangshao's eyes lit up, and he clicked on one of the advertisement links.

The faint of heart beware!The largest haunted house in the country opened in this city last month!A life and death certificate must be signed before entering!

Three exclamation points fully emphasize the horror of this haunted house.

Zhang Liangshao turned on the news, quickly glanced over the photos worthy of being mosaiced, and looked directly at the line of small words below.

The latest facility in Black Dreamland is open to the public. Explore the abandoned machinery factory No. 45. What is real?What is false?The darkness before dawn, the despair behind hope... Do you have the courage to witness it with your own eyes?

Business hours: 9:00-21:00.

"Black Dreamland" is an amusement park invested and constructed by the Blackstone Company in this world. According to the data, it used to be a production base of the Blackstone Company. In addition to the fun items, there are also a large number of entertainment facilities for adults. Because it is too "thrilling", Black Dreamland has become one of the most popular parks in the country.

Zhang Liangshao closed the browser contentedly.

You are the one.

He looked at Song Wenyao, who was stuck on the single sofa, and began to weave his own deadly trap.

He has a smile on his face, a lively tone, and a crisp voice.

"Master, today is the weekend! It's great that you don't have to go to school!"

"..." Song Wenyao flipped through the news expressionlessly.

"Isn't it tiring to keep facing the light brain? Do you want to take a rest?"

"..." Song Wenyao stretched out his hands to zoom in on the screen.

"Staying at home every day is not good for your physical and mental health, young master."

"..." Song Wenyao turned off the news without looking up.

Zhang Liangshao looked out the window.

"The weather is very good today, the weather is so good, the young master doesn't want to—"

"..."

Song Wenyao turned to open the control panel.

The blue sky, white clouds and clear sky outside the window suddenly turned into a cloudy and gloomy storm.

The silent heavy rain vividly expresses the little protagonist's desire not to go out, hints at the little protagonist's indifference to and deafness to the bionic companion, and highlights the helplessness of the bionic companion, paving the way for the following.

...go project your form!

"..." Zhang Liangshao choked, and turned around as if nothing had happened. He walked out from the corner and walked to the single sofa in a few steps. He leaned forward and passed through the light screen suspended in the air. There are two dents on the back of the sofa on the side.

He looked at the face that was close at hand, and went straight to the point with a serious expression.

"Master, let's go to the amusement park!"

Song Wenyao's back was pressed against the backrest behind him, his blue eyes were full of shock, his heart was beating violently, and hot blood rushed to his cheeks.

"you……"

He opened his mouth, his tense voice fully exposed the disordered breath.

Song Wenyao closed his mouth, his chest rose and fell, and he didn't speak for a long time.

He was terrified.

……

The author has something to say: The sudden wall thump scared the young master's little heart to pound.

Zhang Liangshao (in deep thought): It turned out to be this kind of fright, so if I kiss him suddenly...

Yang Dao: More than three years, the maximum death penalty to find out.

The plot branch of this chapter is from the perspective of the old attack:

[Story branch: The little master's response]

A: Reluctantly agree

B: cruelly refuse

There are only two options, choose carefully (be more careful~)