Negative Textbook of Love [Quick Transmigration]

Zhang Liangshao stood in front of the glass room where he woke up for the first time, looking at the bionic man fixed on the wall by a mechanical arm.

He has a fit but not overly burly body unique to adult Asian men, and a familiar yet unfamiliar face, giving people a feeling of deja vu.

"Do you like it?" Song Wenyao stood behind Zhang Liangshao.

Zhang Liangshao raised his head and looked at his "future self", feeling a little strange.

"Did the young master design this for me?"

"Why, you thought it was your father?"

Song Wenyao asked back, "Or...you don't like it?"

"I like it beyond words." Zhang Liangshao turned his head to look at him, "I'm just surprised that the young master understands my heart so well."

"Really." Song Wenyao raised his eyebrows, and looked at the bionic man with his eyes closed in the observation room with his hands behind his back.

"I've dreamed about 'them' so many times..."

he said softly.

"What did you say?" Zhang Liangshao didn't hear it.

"It's nothing... let's go in." Song Wenyao turned on the light screen and manipulated the mechanical arm to place the bionic man flat on the console.

Zhang Liangshao walked into the glass room, "What should I do?"

"Touch his core." Song Wenyao commanded from outside.

Oh, did I hit my boobs?

Zhang Liangshao stretched out his small hand and pressed it on 'his own' broad and strong chest, feeling a little subtle.

In the next second, the vision in front of him turned red, and a line of prompts popped up.

[Detected bionic number: 12, the data interface has been opened, whether to transfer the consciousness body? 】

【Yes. 】

【...It is detected that the software system version is higher than the original version, do you want to upgrade?Note: After the upgrade, it cannot be compatible with the old version system. 】

Zhang Liangshao hesitated for a moment, 【Can I make a backup first? 】

【A request has been received... data backup is in progress, please stay connected...】

[The backup is complete, do you want to continue the upgrade? 】

【Yes. 】

[Transferring consciousness to: bionic person No. 12, during the transfer of consciousness, the system will enter the automatic trusteeship state, 3... 2... 1, start——]

Zhang Liangshao's eyes went dark, and his body and consciousness were disconnected.

At the same time, between the right fingers of the lifeless bionic person Eleven, a bright blue light flickered slowly.

……

When Zhang Liangshao opened his eyes, the bionic boy beside him was falling backwards...

He quickly raised his hand to grab him, jumped off the console, and hugged the "former self".

so light...

He put the bionic man Shiyi flat on the operating table, then looked at his palm, and made a few fist movements.

It seems that the new physical strength has improved a lot compared to before.

"How does it feel? The android... Twelve?"

Song Wenyao’s voice came from outside the glass room. He was wearing a pair of thin-rimmed black-rimmed glasses, leaning on the work chair and looking over here with his head propped up. The workbench was covered with screens full of codes and data .

Zhang Liangshao looked at his reflection in the mirror and touched his handsome face.

The number twelve on the chest flickered slowly and evenly.

"It feels all right, my lord," he replied with a smile.

Song Wenyao was startled, took off his glasses and turned his face away, "Then put on your clothes."

Zhang Liangshao glanced at his red-stained ear tips, his smile widened, revealing his ragged canine teeth.

"Okay, sir."

……

The efficiency of the system upgrade was good. It was still early when Zhang Liangshao appeared in the living room in a white uniform, before dinner time.

But he doesn't care.

The cost of the new body is almost ten times that of the original one. Not only is the body structure more complete, but also new nano-sensors have been added, giving Zhang Liangshao a sense of taste and smell.

"I'm gonna start now!"

Impatiently rubbing his hands together, Zhang Liangshao grabbed the dessert spoon and lashed out at the pudding in front of him.

"Well……"

The pudding just taken out of the freezer is still a little cold, and the faint milky fragrance spreads on the tip of the tongue. The ratio of eggs, butter and sugar is perfect. It is sweet but not greasy, and it melts in the mouth. I can eat ten in one sitting!

With a click, Zhang Liangshao picked up the plate and poured the remaining pudding into his mouth.

Song Wenyao sat in front of him with folded arms, watching with great interest that the bionic man opposite him ate a fist-sized pudding in two bites.

"how is the taste?"

“Super delicious!”

Zhang Liangshao swallowed the pudding, held his face in his hands and savored it for a while, but was still not satisfied.

"I still want to eat..."

"We'll be eating in a while."

"Too."

I haven't eaten for a long time, I miss it so much... I want to eat meat!Preferably in chunks!

Like steak or something...

Zhang Liangshao rested his chin, and suddenly turned his attention to the person in front of him.

"Hey...young master."

Song Wenyao moved his precious blue eyes to look at him, signaling that he was listening.

"Can I have steak for lunch?"

"can."

"Ah, that's great." Zhang Liangshao put his hands together and said in a relaxed tone, "It should be very simple to fry steak or something?"

"..." Song Wenyao narrowed his eyes, "What do you want to say?"

Zhang Liangshao didn't speak, he pulled away the chair and ran to Song Wenyao to sit down, stretched his arms to support the edge of the chair, and gently scratched Song Wenyao's arm twice with the fingertip of the other hand.

"Master, can you promise me a small request?"

Song Wenyao looked at him sideways without moving, "Speak."

"Young Master is such a powerful person, it shouldn't be a problem to fry a steak, right?" Zhang Liangshao leaned over, his eyes full of hope.

At least the Western food made by Jiang Ting looks very mouth-watering!If I missed it last time when I was sick, I must make up for it this time!

"Don't do it." Song Wenyao turned his head and said indifferently.

"But the young master just promised me!"

"I just asked you to say it, but I didn't promise you."

"Don't be like this, young master, this is the first time I have eaten food in my life..." Zhang Liangshao stretched out his mischievous paw and scratched Song Wenyao's arm again, "Young master, don't you want to take away my first time?"

"...I can't do it." Song Wenyao leaned to the side to avoid his "claw".

"Master is lying."

Zhang Liangshao pouted.

Obviously will do it!

"I haven't done it again."

"If you haven't done it, it doesn't mean you won't do it!"

"..."

Zhang Liangshao relentlessly grabbed his clothes, trying to influence him.

"Young master, give it a try, even if it doesn't taste good, I will eat it all, because everything born in the hands of the young master is a miracle in the world..."

Song Wenyao was almost amused by his rainbow fart.

"If it doesn't work, I can help the young master. Anyway, the young master is resting today, isn't he... Science proves that food cooking can help people feel happy and relieve stress~"

Zhang Liangshao hooked his little finger and drew a nasal voice dangling around.

Song Wenyao grabbed his monster's paw with his backhand and held it in the palm of his hand.

"Stop it."

"..." Zhang Liangshao was discouraged, slumped on the chair, and looked at the ceiling hopelessly.

"When I grow up, the young master won't love me anymore."

The young man next to him laughed softly, "...When did I ever love you?"

"Ah, a scumbag speaking." Zhang Liangshao's tone remained the same.

Song Wenyao didn't take it seriously, "It's all been upgraded, is there still a bug in your language function..."

Zhang Liangshao decided to use his trump card.

"Ten years later, we are friends, and we can still greet each other. It's just that kind of tenderness, and we can no longer find a reason to hug..."

"What ancient songs are you singing again..."

The singing stopped abruptly, and Zhang Liangshao, who looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and turned into a melancholy love song little prince, stopped his performance, turned his head expressionlessly, and looked at the other party with a pair of dead fish eyes.

"The song is called 'A decade of love isn't worth a steak'."

"..." Song Wenyao supported his forehead.

Zhang Liangshao has re-entered the jukebox mode, and automatically cuts to the next song.

"It's all bubbles, just a flash of fireworks, all your promises are too fragile, and your outline, it's my fault that I didn't see through it, that's why I'm so sad..."

While singing, accompanied by cadenced hand movements, I can't wait to beat my chest and stamp my feet to express my regret.

"Okay." Song Wenyao interrupted him.

Zhang Liangshao turned his head numbly.

"...It's still early, I'll send someone to deliver fresh ingredients." Song Wenyao turned on the light screen and operated on the delivery software.

"..." Zhang Liangshao stared at him without saying a word.

Song Wenyao sighed, "Go and search for the tutorial first, don't blame me if you can't do it well."

"Yeah! Master is the best! I love you, mua!"

Regardless of Song Wenyao's tenacious resistance, Zhang Liangshao gave him a big kiss.

Then, before the young master could repent, he broke away from his hand and quickly slipped into the kitchen.

……

"Really..." Song Wenyao, who sat up straight again, glanced at the kitchen out of the corner of his eye. After making sure that no one was paying attention, he touched that half of the cheek with the knuckle of his index finger, and then moved away like an electric shock.

He turned his face away as if nothing had happened, and unconsciously rubbed the knuckles of his index finger with his thumb.

Bionic lips...

So soft.

He put his elbows on the back of the chair and put his hands to his lips.

what am i thinking...

The black-haired and blue-eyed young man closed his eyes, his crow-feather eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a serious distressed expression on his face when he was caught in the thinking process of the ultimate proposition.

The author has something to say: analyze Yaoyao's brain circuit:

Shao Shao kissed my face-"I touched my face with my hand-"I kissed my hand-" Shao Shao and I bobo

Yaoyao: Indirect kiss get! Happy~