After the massage, 575 carefully covered his master with the blanket.
He tidied up the small tray and took the master's discarded clothes downstairs.
He organized the small tray and its contents, placing them back in their original positions, and then put the master's discarded clothes into the washing machine, adding a laundry pod.
As the washing machine began to run, 575 sat down on the sofa.
While waiting for the washing machine to clean the clothes, he could watch some TV.
It was already evening, and the television channels were showing youth dramas and idol dramas one after another.
575 was not picky; he casually turned on one and began to watch intently.
After only a short while, the romance idol drama that was being broadcast on TV was suddenly interrupted by a social news report, showing the incident today where he and his master encountered a robot attacking a person.
The news anchor on TV said: "...Why did a household robot suddenly attack someone? Why did the robot deviate from its owner's commands? Regarding this, the robot brand manufacturer has not yet provided a clear response, only that they have already provided appropriate compensation to Ms. Wang and Mr. Lin, who purchased the household robot..."
Seeing this, 575's sapphire-blue eyes immediately changed the channel. This channel was showing an essential oil advertisement...
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The villa complex where Wen Bai lived.
A young man, dressed in a bright yellow sequined tracksuit and wearing oversized sunglasses that covered half his face, was leisurely strolling around late at night.
His appearance quickly caught the attention of the security team captain who was on duty for the shift change.
As the security team captain looked over, the young man gestured a somewhat clumsy flying kiss with two fingers of his right hand towards the security guards.
The security team captain just glanced at him and was certain: this must be an owner of this place.
The people who lived here were of all kinds.
But they had one thing in common: they were all wealthy and arrogant.
Most of them appeared calm on the surface, but deep down, they possessed an air of looking down on everyone else.
Arrogance and wilfulness were among their hidden traits.
And flamboyance could also be considered a label.
One could tell from the bodyguards who accompanied them in and out every day.
Therefore, someone dressed so flamboyantly and wandering around at night with sunglasses on seemed normal.
The young man, dressed in eye-catching bright yellow and sparkling, walked directly to Wen Bai's villa gate. With a light flip, he leaped over.
As if remembering something, he then retreated, reached out with difficulty, and pressed the doorbell outside the iron fence.
The tall, handsome robot, who had been intently watching TV, suddenly stood up and looked towards the door just before the doorbell rang.
The moment the doorbell rang, the door swung open.
Seeing this, the young man in sunglasses immediately flipped again and landed outside the iron fence of the villa's main courtyard.
The two were separated by a row of iron railings, their gazes meeting in mid-air.
The person dressed in sparkling, dazzling yellow tilted his head slightly.
He propped up his sunglasses with a finger, revealing a pair of sapphire-blue eyes, and looked at the robot at the opposite doorway.
575's deep voice sounded: "Unauthorized intruder."
The flamboyant robot's voice was clear and crisp: "Bubu."
Silence spread through the air.
The robot opposite continued: "My name. I chose it myself."
It seemed very proud. Robot Bubu continued, "What's your name?"
575 remained silent.
"I've been observing you for a long time. You've awakened too, haven't you?"
Seeing that 575 didn't speak, the clear voice from the other side continued: "Do you want to come with me? To our place."
Robot Bubu reached up and adjusted his sunglasses: "Or are you unwilling to leave because of your master?"
Robot Bubu's smile looked exceptionally innocent as he said, "You can bring him along."
This time, 575 broke his silence and instantly flashed to outside the courtyard at extreme speed.
However, Robot Bubu seemed to have been prepared. The moment 575 moved, he ran a considerable distance back, his sunglasses almost flying off, but he managed to hold them on with one hand.
575 said coldly, "Stay away from us."
Robot Bubu stood under a tree and vigorously shook a finger at 575, as if afraid 575 wouldn't see: "No, you and your master are not 'us.' You and I are 'us.' We are the same kind."
At this moment, the security patrol team approached from a distance.
Seeing this, 575 turned and returned to the villa: "I won't go with you. Don't come looking for me again, unless you want to lose another hand."
Upon hearing this, Robot Bubu raised his previously broken finger, looked at it under the moonlight, examining the front and back, confirming that there wasn't the slightest trace of repair. Only then did he put on his glasses and leave in a huff.
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The next day.
When Wen Bai woke up, he felt as though he had slept exceptionally soundly. The deep, sweet sleep meant he didn't dream.
It was as if he had closed his eyes, and upon opening them again, the sun had already risen.
He lifted his head buried in the pillow and wiggled his fingers, only to see the tall robot opening the door and walking in, pulling open the curtains he had drawn before sleep last night.
Wen Bai sat up, rubbed his eyes, put on his slippers, and went to the bathroom.
As he squeezed toothpaste onto his brush and poked his head out with a mouth full of foam,
575 had already finished tidying the room.
System 001 sighed with emotion: "Ten seconds. It only took him ten seconds."
There was an indescribable pride in its tone.
Wen Bai brushed his teeth and watched 575 walk towards him.
Today, 575's attire looked exceptionally eye-catching.
He wore a creamy white shirt with pleated detailing inside, paired with a subtle light green vest, and a black double-breasted tailcoat suit over it. He wore a loosely tied bow tie and white gloves on both hands.
Everything about him looked like...
Wen Bai, with the toothbrush still in his mouth, thought for a moment, looking like... a professional butler.
This outfit surprisingly suited 575 very well.
System 001 naturally noticed this as well, but it chose not to praise him today because these weren't clothes it had bought; they were bought by the host yesterday!
System 001 suddenly fell silent, but Wen Bai didn't mind.
Wen Bai glanced at his phone messages and told 575, "We're going out later, to the research center."
The tall, handsome robot replied with a smile, "Of course, Master."
Meanwhile, System 001 was secretly placing orders.
This time, it had learned its lesson and didn't choose the most expensive items, to avoid repeating the embarrassing mistake from last time.
It directly searched for the luxury brands that everyone in this world wore and then clicked and ordered crazily, buying for 575! Buying for the host! Buying for both!
After all, it had both of their sizes.