My co-pilot can't be Desolate Star Rose

Here is a little white hair who survived a catastrophe.

The ZNB series of service robots are the latest popular models developed and launched by Devinson. Aristotle is one of them, and its optical brain chip stores a large number of detailed housekeeping data programs.When the owner is not at home, he will clean the huge apartment spotlessly clean; he will put all the things in order and record the storage location accurately so that the owner can ask questions; Even the most basic instant food heating can be completed.

Not to mention these, what Devinson is most proud of is the learning ability of the ZNB series. After being synchronously connected with the monitoring system of the house, the robot will observe the owner's basic necessities of life in all directions. Smart accessories such as sports watches can be connected to obtain various physical data of the owner, such as heartbeat, body temperature, blood pressure, respiration, pulse oxygen value and so on.Combining multiple aspects of analysis, the robot can judge the owner's likes and dislikes, and customize and optimize the service plan.

However, Aristotle lacked a personal early warning system for observing words and expressions. If he had one, he would definitely feel the murderous aura emanating from Shi Weiran at this moment.

"I have received your instructions." Aristotle said honestly, took out a tablet computer with him, and clicked on the video call.

Two seconds later, Shen Xijing's handsome face appeared in the center of the screen.

Looking at the background, Shen Xijing is standing in front of a towering building. He is walking down the steps quickly while pressing the military cap on his head. He is wearing a black and gold school uniform with the badge of Wesleyan Military Academy on his chest. It is the same standard as the hat. At the Battle Training Academy, it looked like he had just finished class.

The moment the phone was connected, Shen Xijing's eyes lit up, "Are you awake? How did you sleep?"

"It's okay." Shi Weiran was very calm; "It's just that I have some doubts after waking up."

"You live in this house. If you have any doubts, you can ask Aristotle." Shen Xijing spoke quickly, and the wind blew his temples, completely exposing his sharp and deep eyebrows and eyes. Xuan Ang, "He is a very outstanding butler, he understands my thoughts, and he knows everything in the house very well."

"Really?" Shi Weiran said quietly, he bent down, picked up the lace underwear on the trolley with his fingertips, and swayed it to the center of the screen, "That means you really want to see me wear this?"

On the other end of the video call, the well-known Mr. Chang Sheng slipped his foot, and fell down on the densely packed steps with a rather unhandsome butt squatting.

People passing by on both sides looked sideways, each showing a surprised expression they had seen for a long time. After all, Shen Xijing is as handsome and unrestrained as Shen Xijing, how long has he been in such a hurry.

In that room, Shen Xijing grinned and rubbed his painful lower back. The audio-visual system was severely impacted, but his brain was still chasing after him far away. He was so confused that he simply stopped standing up. Sitting on the steps with his legs, he brought the terminal screen closer.

"Why does my family have this?!" He was shocked.

Shi Weiran rolled his eyes and remained silent, while Aristotle on the side answered automatically, "Master, I bought it for a special trip."

Shen Xijing: "Why did you buy this?"

Aristotle said eloquently: "Combining the fluctuation of your physical signs and special biological behavior last night, I can reasonably speculate that you have—"

Shen Xijing: "Stop!"

100% of the word "yes" is paid content, and Aristotle reined in his mouth.

Shen Xijing pressed his fist against his chin, coughed heavily, his face turned red and white, "Don't you see that he is a man? He is a man!"

"I'm sorry, master." Aristotle sounded very serious, "I can't tell the gender of the guests only through the monitoring data, but I have recorded your personal raw data here, and the sexual orientation column is filled with female. Excuse me. , do I need to apply for revision now?"

Shen Xijing: ".."

I really want to return Aristotle to the factory for repairs... He pressed his forehead in pain, not knowing what to say to save his image, but the silver-haired young man on the opposite side burst out laughing.

Shen Xijing froze for a moment, looked up and saw Shi Weiran covered his lips with one hand, his smiling shoulders shrugged, and the corners of his eyes were moist, Shen Xijing had never seen him laugh like this before, only felt that relaxed emotion was extremely real , overflowed through the screen, infected himself, and the previous embarrassment disappeared, and he couldn't help laughing loudly along with Shi Weiran.

The two smiled at each other inexplicably for a long time.

"That's enough, hang up, you work hard." Shi Weiran laughed enough, and didn't intend to tease Shen Xijing anymore. He saw a bulletin board behind Shen Xijing, which displayed the latest enrollment brochure of Wesleyan Military Academy, bottom left There is the admissions office number in the corner.

"Okay." Shen Xijing said: "I will try to come back as soon as possible. What do you want to eat? I'll bring it for you."

"I don't know either." Shi Weiran rolled his eyes, "Otherwise, let me think about it for a while, and I'll tell you when I think about it."

"Okay, anyway, there is a landline at home, you can ask Aristotle to teach you how to use it." Shen Xijing lifted his chin lightly, his eyes shone slightly, as if he saw something, his voice sank involuntarily, "Ah Wei, I'm really going to hang up this time, see you later."

He hung up very fast, Shi Weiran curled his lips and let out a breath.

It is really rare to see people who still have a landline at home these days.

It can be seen that Shen Xijing is still a traditional man with a family mentality to some extent.

Shi Weiran stretched out his hand to Aristotle.

"Can you lend me the landline again?"

-

Shi Weiran returned to the bedroom.

He recalled the admissions office number he had seen before, dialed a series of numbers on the optical computer of the landline, picked up the handset, and after a while, a pleasant female voice sounded:

"Hello, Wesleyan Military Academy Admissions Office, how can I help you?"

"Hello, I want to transfer to the principal's office." Shi Weiran said.

"Okay, I'm transferring for you."

"beep--"

"Hello, this is the office of the principal of the Federal Wesleyan Military Academy. How can I help you?"

After wandering around Capital Star during this period, Shi Weiran can already tell that the voice on the opposite side comes from a secretary robot.

It seems that the old man Lu Shanyan is very busy, so busy that he can't answer the phone himself.

Shi Weiran squinted his eyes and showed a kind smile: "Oh, here is a little white hair who survived a catastrophe. Please tell the respected Mr. Principal that I want to talk to him on the phone."

The author says:

Aristotle: Me, that's awesome.

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