As long as 998 old Gong takes home

This is the low-income residential area in the outermost circle of Tsushima. Although the laying of energy pipelines has spread throughout the whole of Tsushima, it still feels like 100 years have passed between here and the circle, and there is an old and poor smell everywhere.

Qiao Yu, male, 21 years old, studying in university, receiving the monthly "citizen security fund", living in a [-]-square-meter low-income housing in the outermost circle of Jindao, relying on three or four part-time jobs outside of school hours to make ends meet .

His biggest dream is to move into a high-end residence in the circle and have his own humanoid AI.

The dream came true the day after he saw the special offer — and now, halfway.

When he heard the AI ​​ruthlessly cast aside his name, Qiao Yu's smile froze, and his anger came up in a "bass".But he thought about it again, maybe the name "Joe Er" really didn't fit the current aesthetic trend, so he had to change his words: "...that's Xiao Mi."

"...It's ugly, don't."

Qiao Yu glanced at his crotch irritably, then said meaningfully: "Is that called Da Mi?"

"Go away, don't."

"...Then, Joe gets rich?"

As a result, the AI ​​got into trouble before him, frowning, raising his chin, his expression was like a leader in the street: "...Who wants to call such a rubbish name?"

"..." Qiao Yu stared at the beautiful AI in front of him, who also looked at him without hesitation, with disgust in his gray eyes.Without the number on the face, the difference between the humanoid AI and humans is really minimal, at least not visible with the naked eye.In Qiao Yu's perception, this beautiful younger brother was provoking him time and time again.

Rage value 95%.

In the end, it was the pretty younger brother who took the lead to look away, looked around Qiao Yu's low-income housing that exuded a sense of poverty, and said, "Tsk, what a crappy house."

Rage value 100%.

Qiao Yu remained motionless for two seconds, then suddenly got into trouble, slapped AI's face, and pushed him back into the cardboard box.

"Hey, what are you doing...!"

Qiao Yu turned a deaf ear to AI's words. He moved as nimbly as if packing goods in a factory, closing the box in threes and fives, pulling open the drawer with his backhand, grabbing the transparent glue and scissors accurately, and then started packing.

——This is definitely a wrong shipment, absolutely!

It must be someone who has a special taste and likes the Tsundere model and spends money to order it, otherwise which AI would be so irritating? !What about the "caring and warm", "all-round housework", and "a good companion living alone" in the advertisement?

Qiao Yu even began to regret that he didn't open the box and turn it on in front of the courier just now; then he could just let the courier take it away and return it.

He tore off the scotch tape and wrapped it on the cardboard box with a "swish". The voice of the AI ​​inside was muffled and he didn't know what he was talking about. The AI ​​was also struggling a lot. Qiao Yu simply used the brute strength he usually used when he was working, raised his legs, straddled the middle of the box, and suppressed it with his body weight: "It's 998 for your crap? 98, you see?" Do I want it or not!"

"Ugh! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

"Don't worry, I'll contact the merchant to return the product right now." Qiao Yu said, getting down from the noisy packing box, and turning to open the old-fashioned PC on the ground.

Low-income housing only provides basic furniture, such as refrigerators, fans, and lamps. Qiao Yu’s house not only has no bed, but only a small table bought at his own expense.But the small table is used as his workbench, and the PC can only be placed on the ground.Aside from the bad attitude of the beautiful AI, what it said is still true—even among the low-income households, Qiao Yu is considered poor, very poor.

The light screen lit up, and Qiao Yu sat cross-legged on the ground, bent over to operate the keyboard and mouse, and opened her shopping records.

Yesterday's advertisement is still floating on the homepage of the shopping platform: only 998!Bring home the humanoid AI!What you buy is what you earn!

Qiao Yu cursed in her heart, "Bah, false advertisement".

Intentionally or unintentionally, he looked back at the oversized cardboard box that was still "dang dong dong", and the sound of typing on the keyboard was a few decibels louder.

"I... want to retreat..."

Before the word "goods" was typed out, there was a "stab" sound suddenly behind Qiao Yu, as if something had been torn apart by force.Qiao Yu turned her head abruptly, only to see the orange-headed AI sitting in the wreckage of the cardboard box with a face full of anger.

Qiao Yu scolded: "You just wait for me! I'll return the product right away!"

According to Qiao Yu's friends, he is definitely a fierce looking type, coupled with his easy-to-rage personality, the label is naturally "don't get close to strangers"; Even more fierce: "Do you dare to use violence against me?!"

"what?!"

Then Qiao Yu was thrown down by the AI's throat.

AI's knee hit his lower back, causing him to groan in pain.

As early as decades ago, the technology of humanoid AI has developed to the point where it is now.Scientific research and development personnel take "humanoid" as the primary goal, and make AI far superior to humans in all aspects of ability.For example, computing power, humans will make mistakes, but AI will not; let’s talk about athletic ability, humans need long-term practice to reach the level, AI only needs to operate according to the input program, and it can be easily completed... The reason for saying so much is, Qiao Yu, who claimed to be able to easily 1v3 outside, couldn't beat this damn special machine at all.

He managed to escape from the AI's shackles, and was about to punch it with his backhand, but the punch hit the steel plate.

The skin is high-quality silicone that simulates the touch of human skin, but the inside is still metal.

Qiao Yu's punch passed, and the special machine didn't hurt or itch; but it was himself, the pain was so painful that his expression twisted: "Ugh...!"

The special machine took advantage of the situation and grabbed his wrist, turned it back, and mocked ruthlessly: "It's rubbish."