From cannon fodder to protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

The man named Cen Fei in front of him should be the robot that Cameron gave him. Stalov was secretly surprised. Although Cameron had told him that the robot he built was no different from a human, he really saw it. Also feel a little unbelievable.

Stalov didn't speak, and walked to the sofa and sat down alone.

Cen Fei walked up to Stalov and asked him, "Do you want to have dinner, Mr. Stalov?"

Knowing that the person in front of him was just a robot, Starov was still a little uncomfortable, and he refused, "No, thank you."

Cen Fei didn't ask any more questions, and stood quietly aside. When he saw Stalov for the first time, he felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart. Cheng's body heard the sound of blood flowing.

But maybe, he would have this reaction simply because Professor Cameron added a few more instructions when making him.

The living room was quiet, and the noodles that Stalov was supposed to make were soaked in the soup because there was one more person in the family, so he could only continue to be hungry.

And Cen Fei's eyes swept over Stalov's body to know what state he is in. Although Stalov has not officially become his master, and although he has rejected him just now, the robot serves human beings. Instinctively, he asked Stalov again: "Mr. Stalov, would you like a bowl of beef noodles?"

"No need." Starov only thought of Cameron's people rushing over to take away the little trouble in front of him.

When Professor Cameron created Cen Fei, he added almost all the functions that robots can have to him, so Cen Fei can easily analyze his real thoughts from Stalov's words, So he went to the kitchen, took out all kinds of ingredients and processed them carefully.

Starov watched him go to the kitchen and didn't stop him, but pressed his forehead with some headaches, took out the communicator and urged Cameron to send someone over to take the robot away.

When Cen Fei came out with a bowl of beef noodles, the staff sent by Cameron also came to Stalov's mansion. After entering, he nodded slightly to Stalov who was sitting on the sofa, and shouted: "Marshal .”

Cen Fei had also seen this staff member when he was with Professor Cameron before, so when he saw him, he smiled and nodded.

Starov saw this scene when he looked up. He was worried but didn't show it, and said to the staff at the door: "Come in."

The staff also understood why the Marshal insisted on asking himself to bring back the robot numbered 35465. You must know that the nobles of the empire often spent millions of star coins to obtain a robot made by Cameron himself. , and the newest robot like Cen Fei, which is not yet on the market, has a price but no market.

But the marshal still didn't buy it.

The staff member walked to Cen Fei's side, and said with a slightly inquiring tone: "Marshal, I will take robot 35465 and leave now."

Stalov nodded, without a trace of reluctance in his eyes, he waved his hand, "Take it away."

Cen Fei still kept a smile on his face, as if what Stalov said had nothing to do with him, and there was no wave in his black eyes.

The staff member walked behind Cen Fei and pulled down the collar of his shirt a little, raised his hand to touch the little red mole lightly.

Starov frowned slightly watching the staff's actions, but looked away without saying anything.

Cen Fei's eyes turned from black to dark blue, and all the smiles on his face disappeared. He nodded slightly to Stalov, and said, "Goodbye, Mr. Stalov."

After speaking, he left here.

Starov frowned again, "Where is he going?"

"He's back with Professor Cameron."

"Aren't you going to get lost?"

"If it gets lost, it means that there is a problem with the program designed by Professor Cameron. If it is lost, it will be lost. Just make another one."

Starov had nothing to say for a while.

After the staff left, Stalov looked down at the bowl of beef noodles in front of him. The robot had already been taken away, and the bowl of beef noodles in front of him was still steaming. He always liked spicy food, and the one named Cen Fei's robot knew this too. The red soup was covered with emerald green scallions, and a few thin slices of beef were piled on top of the snow-white noodles, which seemed to increase the appetite.

But for some reason, Stalov suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore. He went upstairs after eating two mouthfuls, opened his mailbox, and began to deal with military affairs.

He worked until late at night before returning to the bedroom, but it suddenly occurred to him that he still had half a bowl of noodles downstairs, and he didn't know where his brain was wrong, so he jumped off the bed and ran to the living room Went to find that bowl of beef noodles.

But the beef noodles had already been cleaned up by the sweeping robot sent by the smart housekeeper. There was only a delicate teapot left on the coffee table. Starov sighed and went back to his bedroom without going into the kitchen again. rested.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye, and Stalov has been restless these days. He has a backlog of documents from the military department and has not yet processed them.

He would often think of the robot that Cameron gave him. That night he smiled at himself with a pair of black eyes. Later, when he thought of him, he always felt that those eyes were full of sadness.

He remembered what Cameron said to himself at the banquet that day. He said that if he didn't like robots, he would give him to the emperor.

That afternoon, Stalov went to the palace to find the emperor with a document. Obviously, this trivial matter could be resolved by watching a video at home, but he just wanted to ask for trouble. Why is it that only he himself is the worst? Clear.

When Stalov arrived at the palace, Cen Fei was playing backgammon with the emperor. The emperor was sitting opposite Cen Fei, holding a white chess piece in his hand and frowning tightly, while Cen Fei had a faint smile on his face. smile.

Hearing the sound of Stalov's footsteps, the emperor immediately threw the chess pieces aside, picked up all the chess pieces on the board, and said to Cen Fei: "Hey, Stalov is here, so I can't play anymore. gone."

Cen Fei was still smiling, and did not feel dissatisfied with the emperor's sudden regret of the game.

The emperor asked the palace servants to come and take away all the chess pieces, and asked Stalov, "Why are you free today?"

"The military has something to discuss with you." Stalov walked over and put the documents in the emperor's hand.

His eyes turned around in the room, and finally landed on Cen Fei who was next to the emperor. Cen Fei noticed his gaze and gave him a distant yet polite smile.

Stalov suddenly felt a little stuck in his heart. He pulled down the bow tie around his neck, but he didn't look away.

The emperor opened the document in his hand and found it strange that Stalov could solve the problems in the document by himself, and if he had any other matters, he could also discuss with him on the star network, and there was no need for him to come to the palace .

So the emperor put down the document in his hand, and was about to ask Stalov if he had anything else to do, when he saw Stalov staring at Cen Fei, the emperor had a vague idea in his mind, but felt that this idea Not very reliable.

He took a sip of tea and asked Stalov, "What do you think Feifei is doing?"

"Feifei?" Starov was taken aback for a moment, before realizing that the Feifei the emperor was talking about was the Cen Fei in front of him.

The emperor pulled Cen Fei to his lap and explained to him, "This is my nickname for him, why? You want a nickname too?"

The expression on Stalov's face remained unchanged, and he glanced at Cen Fei again, "No need."

The emperor smiled narrowly, and patted Cen Fei, "Feifei, go and pour a cup of black tea for the Marshal."

"Okay, Your Majesty." Cen Fei bowed slightly to the emperor, then turned and left the room.

After Cen Fei left, the emperor casually threw the documents in his hand on the table, tapped his fingers twice on the corner of the table, and asked Stalov, "Did you come here to deliver this document to me?"

"Yeah." Stalov nodded and sat down at the table.

The emperor didn't expect that Stalov would dare to say such false words. His eyes widened, and his fingers that tapped the corner of the table stopped, and asked, "Well? Are you out of your mind, Stalov? Are you confused about fighting on Kobia Star? Come to discuss with me with this kind of document?"

"I'm fine." Stalov only said these three words.

The emperor had nothing to say, thought for a while, picked up the documents on the table again, and coughed, "I think the plan they proposed is still feasible, that is, there are still some Zerg remnants left on Planet Dorothy. I'm afraid they will come back and make trouble."

Stalov sneered, "Just kill it."

The emperor sighed and looked at his friend in front of him. Even though they had known each other for many years, he still couldn't see what Stalov was thinking, "You also know how to solve it. Why did you come to me today? What's up?"

Stalov's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything. To be honest, he didn't know why he came to the palace today.

At this time, Cen Fei walked up with a pot of black tea in his hand. After pouring tea for the two of them, the emperor told him, "Go back first."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After Cen Fei left, the emperor looked at Stalov who was drinking tea with his head bowed beside him, and said, "If you regret it, it's still too late to tell me now, as long as you ask me, I can return the little beauty right away." for you."

The emperor seemed to be saying this out of nowhere. Stalov twitched the corners of his mouth and stood up, "I'm going back first."

Looking at the back of Stalov's departure, the emperor drank some black tea and said leisurely: "If you don't take him away, wait a few days for Cameron to make my little beauty, yours This has to be put up for auction."