Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

"It's beautiful." Zhang Liangshao praised the painting from the bottom of his heart.

"You don't have to be complacent about this." Song Wenyao's expression remained unchanged.

"...I don't mean that, I mean you draw beautifully."

"Is there any difference?"

"..." Zhang Liangshao skipped this topic and turned his head to look at him, "Have you ever painted such a picture for other people? Other... bionics?"

Song Wenyao squinted at him, "What do you want to ask?"

Zhang Liangshao pointed to the number on his chest. "... there are ten more bionics like me, right? I've only seen one number seven, so what about the rest?"

Song Wenyao stared straight at him for a while, then turned his head to look at the canvas, "They are not in use."

"...can I ask you something?"

"No." Song Wenyao flashed a hint of warning in his eyes, and his tone became cold, "Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

He wanted to bypass Zhang Liangshao, but was blocked.

Zhang Liangshao stood in front of him, seeing his young master's face getting worse and worse, and asked bravely, "I like the red painting on the wall... Can you tell me what it is?"

"Send it to you."

"Ugh?"

Song Wenyao glanced at the painting, "Don't you like it? I gave it to you."

He pushed Zhang Liangshao away and left the studio.

Only the bionic man with a blank face was left standing in place.

[Am I overturned again? ]

7474741: [Just get used to it. ]

[Am I Mercury retrograde recently? ]

[I don’t know, maybe this is God’s arrangement in the dark. ]

[......]

Zhang Liangshao walked up to the framed painting and reached out to take it down.

This oil painting was hung at a position close to his height, and it seemed that the person who hung it up was to let a person of his height take a good look at it.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the red figure in the center of the oil painting through the glass.

When will you... be able to remember?

……

As usual, Zhang Liangshao was turned off tonight.

Anyway, the bionics don't have any joint pains, and they don't pay much attention to the quality of sleep. Zhang Liangshao thinks it's OK.

He was ready to wake up on the spot of light on the carpet next to Song Wenyao's bed the next day.

But what is surprising is that when Zhang Liangshao's body resumed work today, the surrounding area was still pitch black.

If the bionic system hadn't automatically turned on the night watch mode, he would have thought he hadn't turned it on yet!

He quietly stood up from the ground, and an electronic clock screen popped up in front of him.

It's only three o'clock in the morning!

What the hell, is the little guy insomnia?

He turned his head and immediately dismissed the idea.

Obviously, Song Wenyao was sleeping soundly on the bed.

He was lying on his side facing himself, breathing softly.

There was a trace of anxiety on the boy's immature face that didn't match his age. He frowned slightly, his eyes rolled under his eyelids, and he didn't know what dream he was having.

As expected of a big boss in the future, even when he was a child, he was so worried about the country and the people.

Zhang Liangshao walked over and carefully covered his exposed feet with a corner of the quilt.

As soon as he straightened up, he saw an envelope icon popping up in front of him, gradually shrinking and then staying in the upper right corner, turning into a small red dot.

With a thought, Zhang Liangshao unfolded the letter.

It turns out that the bionic man also has the function of a communication platform.

He listens to the voice message that plays automatically.

"Come to the studio."

It was Song Yi's voice.

What is Papa Song doing in the studio so late?

Zhang Liangshao was puzzled.

Since entering the first side of this level, he has never seen his godfather again. Seeing Song Wenyao's usual appearance, Song Yi seems to have always left early and returned late. For his son, let alone company, even eating together No.

Zhang Liangshao doubts very much that Song Yi in the real world was also an absent parent during Song Wenyao's childhood.

If this is the case, then Song Yi may be called a great businessman, entrepreneur, and technology pioneer, but he is not a competent father.

He tiptoed out of Song Wenyao's bedroom and walked downstairs.

Song Wenyao's bedroom was on the second floor, and his studio was on the basement floor. Zhang Liangshao walked down the stairs to the place with faint lights.

The studio was still the same as the first time he saw it. It was a huge room with a huge desk in the center and a separate room separated by tempered glass on the side. That was where Zhang Liangshao first stayed. Empty, save for a robotic arm and what appears to be a gigantic 3D printer for synthesizing android bones.

The room was messy, but it was normal, and there were no horrible machine-made stumps.

Song Yi was sitting on his own ergonomic chair, in front of him were some drawings of bionic people, beside it was a mug with brown traces that looked like coffee residue, and there were some light screens floating in the air.

Song Yi didn't pay attention to the above data, but propped his head on the chair and dozed off.

Zhang Liangshao noticed that his eyes were black and blue, as if he was tired.

"Father." He walked over and called in a normal voice.

Song Yi opened his eyes and looked at him.

"You came."

Zhang Liangshao nodded, "You woke me up?"

"Yeah." Song Yi propped himself up and sat up straight, "I wanted to come over to talk to you today, but I didn't expect that you were not in working condition... I expected that this might happen, so I left it in your system earlier. A back door, you can do some operations remotely."

Zhang Liangshao hesitated, "I can't stay without him for too long."

"Don't worry, the countdown was stopped by me..."

Only then did Zhang Liangshao put on an expression of knowing everything.

Song Yi pursed his lips, and said, "Don't blame Yaoyao, he has been insecure since he was a child, and his personality is a little... withdrawn, but he is a good boy. After you get along with him for a long time, you will understand .”

"I respect his decision." Zhang Liangshao replied.

Song Yi showed a gratified smile and patted him on the shoulder, "You are also a good boy."

He asked again, "How are you getting along with Yaoyao these days?"

"To be honest, I'm not sure how to evaluate it." Zhang Liangshao replied, "He doesn't seem to like me very much."

"That's not necessarily true." Song Yi waved his hand, "That kid is not someone who will write everything on his face."

Zhang Liangshao thought to himself, godfather, you are so accurate about your son, you are a deadly tsundere.

"What do you think of him?" Song Yi asked again.

"Compared with normal peers, the young master is smarter and more independent." Zhang Liangshao replied quite officially, "There is no doubt that he is a very good heir."

"I don't want to hear this." Song Yi couldn't help but laugh, "I want you to think carefully about what your own thoughts are."

Zhang Liangshao tilted his head, "I don't understand what you mean."

"As a boy of six or seven, what do you think of him?"

This question is really difficult to answer, whether as an android, or as an adult with a mental age of 20 years.

"He's... unnatural."

"Oh?" Song Yi asked with interest, "How do you say?"

"The young master goes to bed at nine o'clock every night, gets up at seven o'clock in the morning, eats breakfast at 07:30, and then spends an hour watching the news, then he will go to the studio to draw, then have lunch, and in the afternoon he will go to programming, near six o'clock Eat dinner at that time, work out in the gym half an hour later, go back to the room to read at 08, take a shower at 30:[-], and then sleep."

Looking back on this day, Zhang Liangshao said, "...his life is too routine and more boring than mine. I mean, I'm a bionic person...I proposed to go to the paradise with him this morning, but he refused."

"I tried to play with him like a playmate, but he didn't seem interested in it. If I had to describe it in one word, it would be...young old?"

Song Yi nodded, "Then why do you think he did this?"

The android boy tilted his head and thought for a long time, "Maybe it's because he...is lonely?"

"..." Song Yi glanced at him subtly, then turned his head to look at the light screen.

The blue light reflected on his face, illuminating every fine line clearly.

"I know that I am not a good father, I spend too little time with Yaoyao...his mother left early, this child grew up alone, he lives too lonely, but I often have no means to spare. "

He looked at Zhang Liangshao, "Do you still remember what I told you before?"

"You let me take good care of him."

"That's right." Song Yi stroked his hair, "You are different, other bionics, they are just fixed programs, even if there are some deep learning parts, they are still dead, but you are different."

He emphasized "different" twice, and Zhang Liangshao was a little worried that he had seen something.

Before he could think carefully about the meaning of Song Yi's words, the man across from him suddenly pushed aside his chair and stood up, "Come with me."

Zhang Liangshao followed him to the wall, saw that he pressed on somewhere, and the white wall suddenly parted towards the two sides.

It's such an invisible moving door again, it's really hard to guard against.

It turned out there was another room here.

Without any surprise, Zhang Liangshao looked at the row of bionics under the dim light in front of him.

His "clan" has always been hidden here.

"They" numbered from 2 to 10, skipped a seven, lined up, with different faces and hair colors, but similar heights, wearing the same white uniforms, fixed on the wall by mechanical arms, looking like It's a little scary.

"The bionics I designed for Yaoyao were all adult female characters, but he doesn't like them very much."

Zhang Liangshao scanned these faces one by one, feeling a little strange.

"They look, a little..."

"I know." Song Yi replied, "They look alike, right?"

Zhang Liangshao nodded.

Song Yi showed a wry smile, "Because their body data and even personality data were collected from the child's mother."

Zhang Liangshao stared wide-eyed.

Copying the wife?Dad Song, you are playing too high-end.

Song Yi sighed, "I think the reason why his personality is different from ordinary people is because he lacks maternal love, so I want to try my best to make up for him."

Zhang Liangshao wanted to reward each of these stepmothers with Song Wenyao's temper.

As expected, Song Yi went on to say, "I didn't expect that he seemed to be disgusted by this. It was fine at first... Then it got worse. None of these bionics stayed by his side for more than a day."

He looked at the bionic boy at the side, and there was some approval in his eyes, "For so many years, you are the only bionic who has stayed by his side for so long."

Zhang Liangshao: ... Thank you, Lao Gong, for restarting?

Song Yi sighed, "That kid is very defensive, and he can't make any friends at school. Maybe you can be his playmate——I think so."

Zhang Liangshao had no choice but to say sincerely, "I will accompany him to grow up well."

Song Yi half knelt down and looked at him at the same level, "Thank you."

Zhang Liangshao's perception of Papa Song suddenly improved a lot.

You're welcome, after all, we are all our own people.

……

"Don't let that child know about the conversation tonight if it's not necessary." Song Yi closed the door of the warehouse, returned to his seat, and said.

"That kid has too many thoughts, and he has a grudge against my father... If he knows that we have a connection, I'm afraid he will have a estrangement with you in his heart." Song Yi shook his head.

"I understand." Zhang Liangshao once again felt that knowing a son is like a father, "I won't say it."

"I've told you this, and I feel much better." Hearing Zhang Liangshao's assurance, Song Yi leaned back on the chair with a somewhat relaxed expression. He twisted the bridge of his nose, "Would you make me a cup of coffee, Xiao Shi?" one?"

"Are you still working?"

"There are too many things backlogged, I'm afraid it will last all night today." Song Yi was also helpless.

"Ok."

Zhang Liangshao couldn't say no to this face. The coffee in the left and right game is unkillable. He picked up the coffee cup from the table, left the studio, and walked towards the kitchen on the first floor.

……

There is no light in the living room, but Zhang Liangshao has a night cruise system. The scene in his eyes is covered with a layer of green, while the sofa and dining table are slightly lighter white.

He went around the table and into the kitchen.

The bionic man No. 7 I saw during the day was standing in the corner with his eyes closed, and the number on his chest fluctuated slowly, as if he had entered an automatic dormancy state.Zhang Liangshao turned on the light and she didn't wake up.

Zhang Liangshao then used the coffee machine himself.

The steaming brown liquid flowed out from the spout of the coffee machine and fell into the mug that had been cleaned long ago.

Zhang Liangshao waited expressionlessly.

Because he can't smell anything.

Fortunately, the coffee machine is fully automatic, so he doesn't need to watch the addition of sugar and milk, and there is only one person in the house drinking coffee, so Zhang Liangshao only needs to activate the original preset.

The water flow at the outlet becomes thinner and gradually stops.

Zhang Liangshao picked up the handle of the coffee cup, turned around and wanted to leave.

Before he could speak, a cold hand suddenly grabbed his arm from behind.

In the middle of the night, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and suddenly, I didn't even hear the sound of breathing or panting, even though he was as bold as Zhang Pippi, he couldn't help shaking.

The coffee cup in his hand shook, and hot liquid splashed onto the back of his hand.

With a bang, the coffee cup fell out of his hand and fell on the tiles on the ground, breaking into several petals, which was extremely loud in the dead night.

Zhang Liangshao subconsciously backed away a few steps to avoid it, but someone didn't notice it, and instead went up to her, all the scorching liquid splashed on her feet and calves.

That's right, the person holding Zhang Liangshao was the bionic man No. [-] who was supposed to be in a dormant state.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Liangshao frowned and looked at the bionic man who suddenly convulsed.

The woman leaned over to look at him, a stiff smile suddenly appeared on her beautiful face, and she spoke slowly to him in a female voice with electronic noise.

"caught you."

In the middle of the night, the cold wind suddenly blew up, sending chills down the spine for no reason.

Zhang Liangshao held back his palpitations, and looked deep into the dark eyes of bionic man No. [-].

"who are you?"

But the female android didn't seem to hear his question, and still said in that weird tone without ups and downs, "Leave, leave, no, want, come, hinder, hinder, me."

Her hands were getting harder and harder, making Zhang Liangshao's wrists crackle, and Zhang Liangshao suspected that the resin inside was about to be broken by her.

"I won't leave. Who are you? Why did you hurt him?" Zhang Liangshao's eyes were sharp.

The smile on the female bionic person's face became more and more weird, and the corners of her lips were almost cracked to the root of her ears. Such a distorted expression is absolutely impossible for normal people. If Song Wenyao sees it, it will definitely be a series of childhood shadows.

"I..." She slowly made a sound.

"What are you doing?" A slightly hoarse child's voice suddenly came from the door.

Zhang Liangshao was clever, and reflexively stretched out his hand to cover the lower half of the female android's face.

I'm really afraid of what's coming.

He looked towards the door.

Song Wenyao drooped his eyelids, his voice was nasal, and his face was still a little tired. It seemed that he was awakened by the sound of the cup falling just now.

But seeing the scene in the kitchen, he suddenly woke up, raised his eyelids suddenly, and his expression became awe-inspiring.

"I..." Zhang Liangshao opened his mouth, suddenly lost his voice.

I was just called by your dad in the middle of the night to have a heart-to-heart talk, make him a cup of coffee, and then go back to sleep, only to suddenly meet a mysterious big boss, what should I say?

Before he could make a one, two, three, his arm was suddenly pushed away.

He turned his head vigilantly, but saw that the bionic man No. [-] had returned to his usual gentle and virtuous appearance, bowed slightly towards Song Wenyao, then stepped aside and resumed the dormant mode.

Zhang Liangshao looked at the female bionic with incredulous eyes.

Fuck, this green tea X!

"She just grabbed me and said—" Zhang Liangshao began to report.

"Number Seven can't speak." The boy's deep voice interrupted him, "This is a kind reminder, so before you speak, you'd better think clearly about what you want to say."

The boy meant something: "Don't let me down."

"..."

Zhang Liangshao's shocked expression slowly settled down with Song Wenyao's words.

"Have you figured it out?" Song Wenyao looked at the bionic Eleven who was still in a state of shock, "What are you doing in the kitchen at night?"

He was silent, and then slowly said, "Still, I should ask, how did you activate it?"

"..."

Zhang Liangshao: [Seventh Brother?Can I apply for re-reading? ]

7474741: [If it doesn’t exist, you can do it yourself. ]

Zhang Liangshao: [Oh, then I'm dead. ]

The author has something to say: // Five hours of sewing and three hours of typing.

Wrist: I'm dead.

Finger: Me too...

Sheep:_(:зゝ∠)_

Branch plot analysis of the previous chapter:

A: (Praise) A safe choice, fixed is this answer.

B (painting on the wall) and C (painting skills) are both questions closely related to Lao Gong's memory, which will increase the favorability.

D (other bionics) is a sensitive issue, which will trigger various adverse consequences such as reduced favorability and advanced high-risk plots.

The best sorting is: ACBD, if D is ranked first, then the two questions B and C will not be answered by Lao Gong, as shown in the text.

#Everyone clicked the question again today (狗头)#

//Today's Shura field (not) branch plot:

[Branch Plot: The Bionic Man's Response]

A: Tell the truth

B: lie

I think there should be less routines between people, so I hope that our future strategies will also be simple, promise me?