Do androids dream of the sun?

Clark noticed something was wrong with his colleague today.

He poked his head out from behind the light screen, and saw Zhong Ziyang at the opposite table propping his head up, holding a cold coffee in one hand, staring at the screen in a daze, occasionally touching his forehead and sighing, and occasionally smiling inexplicably.Clark conservatively estimated that this state had been maintained for two hours.

There was a ding-dong at the door, and Anna walked into the office with two cups of coffee: "Clark, Zhong, do you need a cup of coffee?"

Zhong Ziyang suddenly came back to his senses: "I don't need it. Oh yes, Anna, today's coffee is too sweet, I suggest that you can put less sugar next time."

Anna smiled and nodded: "Okay, Zhong, thank you for your suggestion."

After hearing this, Clark on the side almost spit out the bitter coffee—this is really the sun coming out from the west, Zhong Ziyang, who is addicted to sugar, will have a day when his coffee is too sweet?

After Anna left, Clark strode towards Zhong Ziyang's table, his eyes gleaming with gossip: "Zhong, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm fine."

As Zhong Ziyang spoke, he recalled the scene of waking up in the morning, and felt a little ashamed.

On the tenth night when Xiao Le lived in his house, the chip of the heater in the guest room was accidentally scrapped. Nia checked for a full 5 minutes, and finally said that she was powerless: "The main chip is damaged, and there is no spare chip at home for the time being." It can be replaced, the store is temporarily out of stock, and it will take a while to wait for the replenishment."

Zhong Ziyang said, "Let's just change to another room."

"This is the last guest room, Ziyang." Nia said, "You turned the room next door into a home theater last month."

"Ah? Really?" Zhong Ziyang couldn't remember clearly, "Then, then..."

He was drowsy at the time, couldn't even stand up straight, and was only wearing a thin nightgown. He was really sleepy and cold, and he couldn't think of any ideas for a long time.

Xiao Le suggested: "I'll go to the living room to sleep."

"No, no, no..." Zhong Ziyang waved his hands again and again, and said, "How about that, you can sleep with me."

Xiao Le had no objection, and moved from the guest room into the master bedroom.However, Zhong Ziyang really overestimated himself. He only knew that he slept poorly, but he didn't expect it to be so bad.

He woke up early this morning, and when he looked up, he saw Xiao Le's sleeping face close at hand. He was stunned for half a minute before he realized that he was curled up in Xiao Le's arms, with his hands and feet still firmly held down by the other party.I can imagine with my toes how restless I am in the middle of the night.

Zhong Ziyang was hit by a [-]% crit. For a moment he thought he was still living in a dream, so he closed his eyes and started over again in fright, but when he opened his eyes again, he met a pair of clear black eyes, which scared his little heart almost to the limit. Warm up a scrap.

Xiao Le greeted him as if nothing happened: "Good morning."

Zhong Ziyang was a little worried, if he failed to fix the heater tonight, the two of them would still have to share the same bed, maybe tomorrow morning, he might sleep directly on Xiao Le's body, it would be embarrassing.

But frankly, waking up early in the morning and being able to appreciate a pleasing face for the first time, does feel more refreshed than usual.

"Are you really okay?" Clark said suspiciously, "But I don't think you look like one at all."

"Really." Zhong Ziyang smiled and patted Clark on the shoulder, "Stop gossiping, hurry up and get to work, have you sent me the documents?"

"Immediately!" Clark sat back at his desk with a wrinkled face, his fingers fluttering, and he wrote vigorously.

Zhong Ziyang's bracelet flickered lightly, he pressed the keyboard, and a dialog box popped up on the screen:

"Du Ningqi: Ziyang, I also received Lance's invitation, and I expect to be back on the day of the dance, can you send me a copy of his test information first?"

Zhong Ziyang's eyes lit up.Du Ningqi is his long-time friend who specializes in the field of bionic human memory implantation. When Zhong Ziyang asked him for help, he happened to be on a business trip, and the date of his return trip has not yet been decided. Now he finally has news.

Zhong Ziyang inspired Du Ning to reply, and forwarded the good news to Xiao Le, feeling relieved immediately, and stretched in a good mood.

There was a ding-dong sound from the office door, and Zhong Ziyang turned his head to look. Outside the door was a strange girl in a short black skirt suit and a high ponytail, with a pretty face and a stern temperament.

Clark said without raising his head, "Anna, didn't you come here just now?"

"Sorry, sir, I'm not Anna." The girl replied blankly, stepping on ten-centimeter high heels, and walked straight to Zhong Ziyang's desk, "Mr. Zhong, Mr. Botts wants to see you."

Zhong Ziyang was stunned for a moment, then stood up under Clark's surprised gaze, and put on his coat: "Okay."

The top floor of the Botts Building is more magnificent than the lobby on the first floor.The soft wool carpet is spread from the elevator entrance to the house, and every three steps you can see a priceless handicraft, just like stepping into an ancient medieval palace.

Passing through the front hall is another scene. The huge atrium has been built into a small garden with mountains, rivers, flowers and plants.There is a slightly old waterwheel at the entrance. The wooden wheels rotate slowly, and the gurgling water falls from the bamboo tube-shaped exit, and merges into the pebble-covered stream, surrounded by smart carp, and crosses the exquisite bridge.

Zhong Ziyang followed the girl around the rockery and walked to the stone pavilion in the center. She bowed slightly and said to the figure inside: "Mr. Botz, Mr. Zhong is here."

"Thank you, Lily, bring me the medicine."

"Okay, sir."

Lily strode away, Lance coughed twice, controlled the wheelchair and turned around, smiled at Zhong Ziyang, pointed to the stone chair beside him and said, "Ziyang, sit down."

Hearing this, Zhong Ziyang carefully sat down on the edge of the stone chair.

Lance raised his eyebrows: "Why are you so nervous every time, I look terrible?"

Zhong Ziyang curled his lips in his heart, he was afraid that Lance's temper would accidentally affect himself.

In fact, Lance is not only not scary, but also very good-looking. His hair is mild light brown, his eyes are light gray inherited from his father, his facial features are exquisite but not sharp, and his aura is softened by his white clothes , It is far from the picture hanging on the first floor.In addition, he suffered from illnesses when he was young, and his legs and feet are inconvenient. He can only sit in a wheelchair at ordinary times. His face and lips are often pale, and he looks like a frail and harmless little white rabbit.

If Zhong Ziyang hadn't seen Lance change his face on the spot many times with his own eyes, maybe he could still be regarded as a sick beauty.

Lily came back with tea and a medicine box.Lance took out two pills from the box, picked up the cup and took a sip, then poured the whole cup of water on Lily in the next second, and said lightly, "It's too bitter."

"Sorry, sir." Lily turned to Zhong Ziyang as if she didn't see her dripping clothes, "Mr. Zhong, let me change a cup for you."

Zhong Ziyang put the teacup on the tray: "...Okay, sorry for the trouble."

Lily picked up the tray and left without changing her expression.Zhong Ziyang sat with his knees together, motionless, his black and white eyes involuntarily looked at Lily's back twice more.

He really couldn't figure out why he would encounter this kind of scene every time he came to see Lance, it was really frightening to death.

Lance noticed his gaze, and asked with a half-smile: "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Zhong Ziyang answered bravely, "It's like this, next time you ask me to come up, can you send a message like before? It's weird to ask her to come to the office to find me suddenly."

"Lily is just going down the road, but it's okay, send a message next time." Lance sighed with some regret, "I thought you fell in love with her, if you like, you can give her to you."

Zhong Ziyang almost choked, waved his hands again and again: "No, no, no need!"

"That's right, I heard that Ziyang recently adopted a bionic man, right?"

Zhong Ziyang was startled: "Uh... yes."

"Bionic assistants are indeed much better than AI housekeepers. At least they won't be invaded by unknown viruses." Lance's tone was filled with inexplicable coldness. Zhong Ziyang knew that he was thinking of the Farr virus again. He didn't dare to say anything, for fear of touching the opponent's reverse scale.

Farr virus was developed by the Freedom Army. Its spreadability and destructiveness are top-notch, and it is not easy to be discovered. It can invade the AI ​​housekeeper in a short time, causing program disorder, causing many families to be messed up by their own AI, and even causing serious damage. In a fatal accident, most of Noah City was paralyzed.Because of it, Lance suffered heavy losses, and even lost several capable subordinates. He paid a heavy price for his arrogance and arrogance. This was probably the biggest setback he ever encountered in his life.

Lily served the re-brewed tea, and Lance took the medicine with the water. His expression eased a little, and he asked, "Ziyang, have you checked your bionic man? What model is it?"

"Not yet, but according to my observation, it should be scientific research."

"It's very good, and I can help you." Lance said meaningfully,

"Well, thanks to his help, the research has begun to progress."

"Really?" Lance frowned, "In that case, I should thank him well."

Zhong Ziyang was choked, alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he couldn't help but squeeze the teacup tightly.Lance took out a golden invitation card, pushed it in front of him, and said with a pleasant face: "Ziyang, bring him to play together."

Zhong Ziyang felt a little headache, he didn't dare to refuse, so he had to accept the invitation, and suddenly felt that there was a hot potato in his pocket.

Lance then asked some more questions about the research, and after Zhong Ziyang finished his tea, he waved him away.

Lily sent Zhong Ziyang into the elevator and returned to Shiting.Lance quietly looked at the small bridge not far away, and said softly, "Lily, do you think people can come back from the dead?"

"According to common sense, no, sir."

"That's right, it's not like your bionics." Lance chuckled, remembering something, his gray eyes were full of gloom, he raised his hand and threw the tea cup to Lily's feet, splashing the tea, "Go and check again The bionic person adopted by Ziyang."

Lily packed up the pieces without changing her expression, and said respectfully, "Okay."

Zhong Ziyang in the elevator on the other side was staring at the golden invitation card in his hand over and over again, really unable to see through Lance's thoughts.

Lance basically only regards the bionic as a tool, but this time he personally sent an invitation to a bionic, which seems strange no matter how you look at it, but Zhong Ziyang couldn't find a reason to refuse, and he even made an appointment with Du Ningqi that night Meet at the dance.

As soon as Zhong Ziyang returned to the office, Clark came up to him, pointed at the invitation in his hand, and said with disbelief, "Mr. Botz asked you to come up specially to send you an invitation?"

Zhong Ziyang couldn't disclose the research between him and Lance, so he could only nod: "Yes."

"That's great, I also want the invitation card personally sent by Mr. Botts." Clark said enviously, "Hey Zhong, have you figured out what dress to wear that day?"

"Dress?"

"The dress for the ball! You can't wear this coat, can you?" Clark pointed to Zhong Ziyang's camel coat with hatred.

Only then did Zhong Ziyang remember that there was such a thing, he slapped his forehead annoyed, and quickly sent a message to Xiao Le.

Two hours later, Clark watched helplessly as his good colleague threw a pile of completed analysis reports at him, and then rushed out of the office as quickly as possible, declaring off work.

Zhong Ziyang ran out of the gate on the first floor, got into his spaceship with smooth movements, and shrank into the space Xiao Le vacated for him.

Xiao Le put aside the scarf he took off, and handed him a candy: "Where are you going?"

Zhong Ziyang said with sugar in his mouth, "Go, let's go buy you clothes!"