Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

Zhang Liangshao turned around with a grimace.

Song Wenyao sat on the sofa and looked at him leisurely, "Why don't you continue?"

"..." Zhang Liangshao pouted, "You clearly know..."

"what do you know?"

"I know I can't leave you by myself." Zhang Liangshao said aggrievedly.

"So you are really pretending to be stupid." Song Wenyao raised his eyebrows.

"Ok?"

"I thought you really didn't know."

Song Wenyao walked around the light screen and came to him.

Seemingly tired of looking up at him, he reached out and covered the back of his head with his hand and pulled it towards him.

Zhang Liangshao had no choice but to bend down and look at him.

"You belong to me." Song Wenyao looked at him and said word by word, "It's not that you can't leave me, but that I can't leave you."

The boy's voice was hoarse and low, with a serious tone.

The aperture of the camera in Zhang Liangshao's eyes shrank.

For a moment, he thought that Song Wenyao had "come back".

The number "11" on his chest is flashing rapidly, which is a manifestation of the over-speeding of the core. It is a pity that Song Wenyao is immersed in the confrontation with him at this time, and did not notice this, otherwise he will realize that his humanoid electronic How special it is to follow a pet.

"Once I'm out of your sight for more than 10 minutes, you will automatically shut down. This is the underlying rule written in your program."

Zhang Liangshao: "..."

"So remember, idiot." Song Wenyao let go of the back of his head, wiped him and left the room, "I've never seen such a bionic person without self-knowledge like you."

"..."

Zhang Liangshao reached out to straighten his hair, and then followed him.

He muttered softly.

"You said you wouldn't let me touch you..."

"My instruction is that you can't touch me, but that doesn't mean I can't touch you."

Song Wenyao walked up the stairs without looking back.

"Like I just said, you are my property and I can do anything to you."

He came to the third floor and walked towards the deepest room.

"Not just touching, I can also shut you down, or even scrap you."

He raised his hand and pressed on the door button, waiting for the gap between fingerprint recognition, he turned his head to look at the bionic man behind him, with a dark light in his eyes.

"So, don't disappoint me."

"..."

Zhang Liangshao looked at him expressionlessly.

Have you learned to threaten people at a young age?

Ouch, I'm so scared~

He didn't care about it in his heart, but he had a standard smile on his face.

"Is the young master encouraging me?" The bionic boy smiled innocently and innocently, "I will try my best to make the young master like me!"

Song Wenyao frowned, "Who wants to like you!"

The moving door in front of him opened to both sides, and he turned his head and walked in.

Zhang Liangshao followed into the room.

This is a well-lit studio with floor-to-ceiling windows. All around are hanging and displaying large and small paintings, some are sketches, some are oil paintings, there are landscapes and portraits, and even abstract paintings that don’t have names. There are quite a few.

"Master, you can still draw!" Zhang Liangshao was a little surprised, and he looked at these paintings slowly.

"I just need to find something to distract my energy." Song Wenyao walked to a solid wooden easel and put down a new drawing board. "I can't look at the light screen for a long time, it will damage my eyesight."

"Drawing improves my layout and design skills, which is useful for developing machine language frameworks."

Zhang Liangshao has no special accomplishments in painting, but because he became interested in [-]D modeling for a while in college, he has studied the human body for a while, and at best he can sketch.

He raised his head and looked at the paintings on the wall.

Song Wenyao's paintings are similar to his own personality. Most of the scenes he painted are city scenes in the dark, or lightning in thunderstorms. The colors tend to be cool, with high contrast, fine lines, and orderly. It is very shocking at first glance, but when you observe carefully, those dynamic lines are crowded and crowded, which makes you dizzy.

As for those abstract paintings, it is even more unbelievable. The whole frame is full of fragmented and large body parts, which is even harder to understand than assembly language...

In contrast, those sketches are very friendly, they are all simple still lifes, either geometric figures, or bottles and cans, they are drawn in a rigorous manner and look very simple.

Zhang Liangshao thinks this is more like a painting that a normal child would draw.

He retracted his gaze, turned and walked towards Song Wenyao.

Out of the corner of your eye, a red screen flashed by.

He didn't react at first, then suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head.

This is a very small painting, only the size of an A4 paper, squeezed into so many huge frames, if it weren't for the distinctive bright colors, it would almost be invisible.

The picture is abstract to the point of horror, with countless black things like tentacles or claws spreading from the center, from deep to light, and finally as thin as hair, but it is still expressed very carefully by the creator , full of tension.

In the center, there is a deep red color block, faintly, like a standing figure.

And like a sword.

Zhang Liangshao looked dazed.

"What are you doing there?" Song Wenyao's voice woke him up from his memories.

"Stand over there."

Zhang Liangshao withdrew his eyes and thoughts, silently walked to the place he pointed, and stood facing him.

"Take off your clothes." Song Wenyao said lightly.

Zhang Liangshao looked shocked.

Little master, I didn't expect you to be such a little master!

"What are you dawdling about? Do you still have any shame?"

Looking at the lush plants in the courtyard outside the window, Zhang Liangshao struggled a bit, "At least draw the curtains..."

"No." Song Wenyao refused, "This way the light is good."

"..."

Tsk, forget it, anyway, you haven't seen where I am.

Zhang Liangshao smashed the jar and took off the white uniform slowly.

The skin on his body is imitated, there is no hair, and if you look carefully, there are fine seams on the neck and joints of the limbs, but they are not very obvious. The most obvious difference is the flickering spot on his left chest. The LED light, the number 11 is printed in that position like a brand.

Zhang Liangshao was bathed in the bright sunshine, watching the blue-eyed boy sitting on the stool facing him, picking up the brush and starting to paint on the canvas.

The sight he casts from time to time, like a piece of cool ice, scratches across his artificial skin, leaving an itchy mark.

Song Wenyao's movements were unhurried, and a vivid figure gradually appeared on the paper.

It was a bust of a distinctive teenager. His gaze was very agile, gentle and focused, as if he was looking through the paper to the person staring at the paper. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and one side was slightly wider than the other A few, looking a little ruffian, the sun shining from one side of him, casting light spots in his eyes.

Song Wenyao stopped, and his left hand swept over the pens placed on the side, picking up a blue colored lead.

He drew two lines on the boy's chest.

eleven.

He put down his pen, breathed a sigh of relief, and moved his sore wrist.

"The painting is finished? Can I move?" Zhang Liangshao stood still.

Song Wenyao glanced at him, "Come here and sort things out."

Zhang Liangshao couldn't wait for it, so he walked to his side.

He looked at the portrait and widened his eyes.

It is really like him now, lifelike, it is hard for Song Wenyao to be able to draw at such a level in such a short period of time.

The author has something to say: This is the first time I have seen such a uniform choice of hell mode. Do you remember that you first came to see the sweet article? ? ?

You are no longer cherubs, you are devils TAT.

The most bitter thing is that dad not only wants to pamper you but also HE_(:зゝ∠)_

[Branch Plot: The Bionic Man's Response]

A: (Praise) "It's beautiful."

B: (Ask about the painting on the wall) "What is that painting about?"

C: (asking about drawing skills) "Why do you want to learn to draw?"

D: (asking other androids) "Have you ever painted others like this?"

Today's branch plot is amazing. It's a sorting problem. Misalignment will make Bo Jiang angry, the dialogue will be interrupted, and it may cause the Shura field to appear in advance, hehehe.