Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

"It's nothing, maybe it was a bit... the program was abnormal." Zhang Liangshao looked at him.

Fortunately, Song Wenyao didn't really delve into these things.

The shackles on his body were automatically released, Zhang Liangshao sat up and lowered his head.

Then he froze.

He didn't have a 〇〇!He didn't even notice such an important point these days!

This bionic man's structure is so unscientific!

So his flirting with Song Wenyao on the train is just nonsense (chicken) talk?

74747471 was excited by the complaints in his head, [Isn't this normal?You were not designed for this particular purpose. ]

[The question is whether to use it or not? ] Zhang Liangshao broke down, [Are girls' boobs only used for breastfeeding?The question is is there any good? ]

It seemed that Zhang Liangshao's expression was a little too obvious, and Song Wenyao actually moved towards him.

"Is there any damage?"

He swept him up and down without hesitation.

"No." Zhang Liangshao stretched out his hand to cover the middle of his thigh unnaturally, and shook his head.

"Block what?"

The blue-eyed boy looked at him in confusion, and it took a few seconds to realize his 'inferiority'. He raised his eyebrows, snorted strangely, and turned to find clothes and bionic skin for him in the locker beside him. .

Zhang Liangshao slowly turned over from the console with his arms propped up, and stood on the ground with his bare feet.

He pouted, "I think some of these bionics may have developed advanced intelligence."

"I noticed it."

Song Wenyao put the clothes on the table, then carefully picked up a piece of bionic skin and observed it under the lamp.

"When I came here, I informed the staff of the park to temporarily block this area, and someone will come down to pick us up later."

He walked up to the bionic man Eleven, carefully pasted the piece of soft skin on his shoulder line, and then smoothed it inch by inch.

The boy's warm palms rubbed against that area with moderate force, and his serious expression seemed to be treating his most important treasure.

Zhang Liangshao felt as if his shoulders were on fire.

"Your identity will make the situation more complicated, so I have to change you back to the original before they come." The young man glanced at him while covering his skin, "Don't say anything for a while, don't lose yourself with me again." Got it, do you know?"

Zhang Liangshao, who was honored to enjoy the treatment of the boss, nodded obediently, "Well, I see."

Song Wenyao seemed very satisfied with his answer, the corners of his lips slightly raised a few degrees.

"Raise your hand."

He started to stick Zhang Liangshao's arm.

"Master."

Zhang Liangshao hesitated for a while, then spoke out.

"Ok?"

"Do you remember what happened last night?"

"..." Song Wenyao paused and turned his head to look at him.

"I said at the time...she spoke on the 7th." Zhang Liangshao looked at him sincerely, "I'm telling the truth."

"Oh?" Song Wenyao responded in a neutral manner, lowering his head to adjust the edge of the artificial skin, "Then what did she tell you?"

"She said, don't hinder her." Zhang Liangshao repeated word by word, "Then the conductor just said the same thing to me."

Song Wenyao smoothed the last crease on his elbow, then lowered his hand, looking at the mechanical face of the bionic Eleven in front of him.

"Does this mean that they are controlled by the same thing?" Zhang Liangshao reminded him cautiously.

"This doesn't explain anything." Song Wenyao replied, "If what you said is true, then it can only be regarded as a coincidence."

"It's less like a simple coincidence than a message. Whoever is behind this message is repelling me—and all I'm doing is staying by your side."

"What do you want to tell me?" Song Wenyao looked at him with those blue eyes without blinking.

"What I want to say is... I'm worried that the target of that thing is you."

"You must be careful." The bionic person Eleven said.

"..."

Song Wenyao stared at him back.

Snapped!

Zhang Liangshao felt a chill on his thigh, and a piece of skin stuck to his [beep——].

"Master, I'll just come here by myself!"

……

On that day, Zhang Liangshao and Song Wenyao returned home safely in a suspension car.

Factory 45 was shut down, and all the androids in it were shut down and shipped back to Blackstone for re-overhaul.

It is said that these androids are defective products of the real high-level android series in the experimental stage. After being discarded by the company, in order to squeeze out the remaining value, they proposed a plan to be the NPC of the paradise and was transported to this factory.

This incident has also shown that there are still unstable factors in these bionic programs, and it is unknown how they will be treated later.

But that's another story.

Let's say that after Zhang Liangshao returned home, for some reason Song Wenyao suddenly got into trouble and suddenly raised his salary.

"Don't put the doll on the ground."

"Ah? But that's where I sleep... standby, and there's a carpet..."

"Are you saying that you come to touch me every day in contact with those places that have been touched by slippers and the soles of your feet?"

"...Sorry? But I can't get wet often, but I use disinfectant on time..."

"So...do you still want to lie on the ground?"

"Oh? Master, what do you mean by this? Could it be... Could it be that the young master is saying... I will lie on the table in the future?"

"……idiot."

So, on the third night after entering the checkpoint, Zhang Liangshao finally started to share the bed with his (prospective) boyfriend.

Lying on a comfortable and warm velvet pillow and latex mattress, surrounded by the soft bear's head in his arms, stroking the skin on the inner side of his arm that was just repaired today, Zhang Liangshao turned over and looked at Song Wenyao, who was facing away from him. Shiny in the dark.

"Good night, master."

"Stop talking nonsense, if you mess around again, I'll shut you down."

Song Wenyao closed his eyes and spoke indifferently.

"Sorry..." The bionic boy's eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth curled downward.

[By the way, Zhang Liangshao, I forgot to tell you that today at Factory No. 45, when you were not with Song Wenyao, the task progress increased by 20%. ]7474741's voice broke Zhang Liangshao's sentimentality.

[In this way, he actually still cares about you. ]

!

The eyes of the android boy lit up "biu" like small light bulbs. He tried his best to restrain his lips that were raised too much because of happiness, and couldn't help but secretly rubbed his fingers against the people around him who were scattered on the pillow. She brushed her hair and said again, "Good night, young master."

The spine in front of him didn't move.

However, he probably didn't expect to receive a response, so after saying this, he closed his eyes contentedly and entered a dormant state.

After a long time, the young man who should have fallen into a deep sleep slowly opened his blue eyes that glowed in the dark night, and slightly tightened the duvet in front of him.

Good night, troublesome little fool.

The author has something to say: //One chapter sees the old: Halfway through writing this chapter, I suddenly thought that the ending could be ￥%*& written like this... Then I was sweetened by the story in my brain and made my aunt laugh (cover my face).

Hahahahaha the love between the sons is so sweet~

// By the way, don't stop talking because there is no branch line, okay?Ben Yang was almost autistic.