Eating had always been an extremely important matter for Wen Bai.
Generally speaking, Wen Bai ate quickly and with focus.
As a plate of food before him gradually emptied, he felt something was not quite right.
He stopped, only then realizing that 575 had not returned.
Wen Bai glanced at the time on his phone.
He had been eating for over ten minutes.
After waiting for another minute and seeing no movement at the top of the stairs, Wen Bai put down his chopsticks.
This was not in line with 575’s usual efficiency with household chores.
Wen Bai went upstairs to the wardrobe room and, seeing the door closed, pushed it open without hesitation.
He walked in, saying, "Each set comes in two sizes..."
He saw 575 placing the last piece of clothing into the wardrobe. He continued, "...half of the clothes are yours."
Those pair of deep blue eyes showed a smile. 575 smiled and said to Wen Bai, "Understood, Master."
The next day.
When Wen Bai woke up, 575 was, as expected, already in the room.
From initial discomfort to still being taken aback upon seeing 575 in the morning, Wen Bai had now fully adapted to 575's presence in his room.
Wen Bai sat up first, closing his eyes and resting on the bed for a while before groggily putting on slippers and heading to the bathroom.
Just like every other day, 575 drew the curtains completely open. As his master left the bed, he quickly made the bed, folding the sheets and blankets so that the freshly made bed had not a single crease.
However, on every other day, Wen Bai chose his own clothes.
Today, after he finished washing up, he found that 575 had already prepared an outfit for him, neatly hung on a rack beside the bed.
Wen Bai put on the clothes.
He walked downstairs and sat down in the dining room.
Huh? 575 was wearing the same color clothes as him today.
He looked closer.
Wen Bai looked at his own clothes, then at the clothes worn by the tall 575.
After looking back and forth twice, Wen Bai realized that the clothes 575 had picked for him and the ones 575 was wearing today were a matching set, of the same style and color, that System 001 had purchased last night.
System 001 expressed its happiness: "I told you it would suit you both."
Just as Wen Bai was speaking with System 001, the video call notification chimed.
Wen Bai had lived here for so long, yet this video phone had always been like a decoration, never used.
Wen Bai sat unfazed in the dining room, eating the breakfast made by 575. Nothing was more important than eating.
575 put down what he was holding and went to the door to answer the call.
575 pressed the call button, and a voice came from the other side: "Hello, Mr. Wen. It's like this, there's someone claiming to be your boyfriend at the door, saying he wants to come in and see you."
Then, there was some indistinct male voice nearby.
575 replied, "Please wait a moment."
He then pressed the mute button.
575 turned and walked to Wen Bai, who was eating breakfast. He casually refilled Wen Bai's half-finished glass of milk and asked, "Master, do you have any appointments today?"
Wen Bai took a sip of milk, leaving a milky mustache, and replied, "No."
575 picked up a napkin from the table and carefully wiped the milk mustache from Wen Bai's mouth. "Understood, Master."
575 walked back to the video phone and replied in a gentle voice, "Hello, no."
Concise and to the point.
Then 575 hung up the video call.
He returned again, walked into the kitchen, finished making the half-made sandwiches, placed them on a plate, and brought them to the table, asking, "Master, what is a boyfriend?"
Wen Bai found it strange why 575 would ask such a question.
He didn't know how to answer. However, for a robot, it didn't seem necessary to understand this matter, nor this kind of relationship.
As for this kind of relationship, Wen Bai thought for a moment: "An insignificant person."
System 001 disapproved: "Host, how can you be so perfunctory with 575?"
Wen Bai looked at the tall figure of 575, who was clearing away the empty plates and putting them into the dishwasher, without any guilt. "575 will not have this kind of relationship."
So it didn't matter if he didn't understand.
As if thinking of something, Wen Bai shifted his gaze and asked System 001, "Where is the area with the densest concentration of rogue robots?"
System 001: "I know that. Host, do you want to investigate the source of the rogue robots? Rogue robots are widely distributed without any pattern. However, the densest area is not the place where rogue robots first appeared."
Wen Bai nodded. "If we capture a rogue robot, can you examine and research the cause of their malfunction?"
System 001 whispered, "Not currently, Host. If we go to a higher-level world and I regain my full permissions, then we… should be able to."
Wen Bai: "..."
System 001 was straightforward and honest: "Currently, I have only recovered permissions for matter and low-level items. Higher-level permissions require distorting this world first and using this world's resources and energy to supplement."
Wen Bai decisively made up his mind: "Then today, we'll first go to the place with the most rogue robots."
A room without windows, its four walls tightly enclosed, though no light could penetrate, it was as bright as day at this moment.
This room was very large. While it could be called a room, it was more like a makeshift laboratory.
Inside were several giant instruments over two meters tall, and the floor was covered with various strange parts.
A short-haired woman wearing black-rimmed glasses and a white lab coat sat on a stool, operating a precision instrument in her hands.
Beside the precision instrument was a wooden box about 20 centimeters in size.
At this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside. A strikingly handsome man walked in, accompanied by two men and one woman, pushing a large suitcase.
Gou Zhe looked at the parts on the floor and asked with a smile, "Are you getting used to it?"
Ren Liuliu continued to operate her instruments without looking up. "It's alright."
"Although our setup here is a bit rudimentary, these instruments are all the latest available on the black market, as per your request."
Ren Liuliu nodded. "Mm."
This reply seemed a bit perfunctory.
Seeing the other party's indifference, Man Yixuan walked closer and said, "Miss Ren was forced to leave the Robot Research Center because of our affairs. We must take responsibility. Miss Ren, just say whatever you need."
Hearing this, Ren Liuliu put down the instrument in her hand and looked up. "The data I obtained from the Robot Research Center has confirmed that it is the final data released to the public. The Robot Research Center possesses the most elite talent in the country, and even the world, yet they could not identify the problem with the rogue robots..."