As long as 998 old Gong takes home

As for whether Xiangying invested in the ultra-small humanoid AI business in Gyeonggi, Qiao Yu didn't ask.The next day, he and 998 wandered around, looking at the sea or taking a stroll near the business district. In short, he was not even half interested in the AI ​​achievements exhibition, and 998 was unwilling to put a number on his face.

For Xiang Ying, this vacation should have come to a successful conclusion. On the return flight, Qiao Yu fell asleep again from boarding the plane.It's just that this time it's different, he is generously letting 998 be his pillow, and he can sleep peacefully and very sweetly.

"...that's what it means," Qiao Yu said while packing her things while wearing earphones, "Let's leave it as it is, I don't want to check it anymore. If you want to check it, I can't stop you... Please don't check it gone."

Xiang Ying was silent for a while, during which Qiao Yu didn't stop, and shouted at 998: "No more butterflies!!"

998 was picking specimens, and when he heard Qiao Yu's words, he immediately turned his head and snorted: "This is my thing! I want to bring it!!"

"...Take it with you, take it with you, don't put books and clothes together!"

"You are so troublesome..."

It was noisy, but Xiang Ying was listening.

There are more than a dozen AIs in his house, but they have never been so noisy.

SHD-0-S1G4 is special, but good luck did not fall on him, but on Qiao Yu.

Xiang Ying was actually a little jealous, but besides jealousy, there was more envy: "... Then those videos, if they are unlocked..."

"Hey..." Qiao Yu hesitated for a few seconds, "Then show me."

"Okay," Xiang Ying said, "I have asked Alice to go out, and she will help you move."

"I'm so sorry, you borrowed the house from me..." "It's okay, it's a small matter." Xiang Ying said the second half of the sentence a little jerky, "Friends... just help each other."

Qiao Yu then became nervous: "...Well, I'll treat you...to dinner another day..."

"it is good……"

He and Xiang Ying have been involved inexplicably until now, and Qiao Yu realized that they are actually somewhat similar—they also have few friends, and even though their social skills are not weak, there is indeed no one around them to talk about.He thought of the broken AI on Xiangying's bed, and he could imagine a lot of stories without listening to the ins and outs; he naturally turned his eyes to the busy orange head, with an unreal tenderness hidden in his eyes.

Whether Xiang Ying wanted 998 or bought those parts, he wanted to "resurrect" the girl he loved.

If the 998 breaks down, Qiao Yu knows that he will do what he does, no matter the cost.

The dilapidated apartment was quickly emptied by one person and one computer. Qiao Yu didn't have many things, and only packed five boxes.

"Okay, put the robot vacuum back on for me." Qiao Yu said, "I'll check if there's anything missing..."

Once he was really busy, the 998 was still very useful. He moved the boxes one by one to the door of the apartment obediently. According to his words, he put the robot vacuum cleaner back into its alley and stacked it on top of it.Qiao Yu glanced at him, and looked around the small apartment where he had lived for more than ten years in a good mood. All the empty drawers and cabinets were open. Although the things were cleaned out, the traces of life could not disappear. , There are still marks left by him when he hung specimens on the wall.

He quit his job in food stalls and flower shops, and will continue his life in the circle from now on.Qiao Yu didn't feel too much emotion when he parted. The only thing he felt a little bit sad about was this apartment.Qiao Yu doesn't deny that he dislikes the poor and loves the rich. He is looking forward to the upcoming life in the industry, and his reluctance is really not enough in comparison.

Suddenly, a corner of a piece of paper protruding from the crevice of the closet caught his attention.

Qiao Yu squatted down, reached into the gap and touched it, trying to pull it out; at this moment, the voice of 998 came from the door: "Alice is here! Qiao Yu, hurry up! Qiao Yu!!"

"Understood—" Qiao Yu struggled to reply, his arm almost cramped to reach the piece of paper, "Here we come!"

Hey, it's the instruction manual for Tangerine Head.

At the beginning, he wanted to save the photos in his ID for easy checking, but later he found that it was useless, so the thing was always stuck in the closet.

He still doesn't know what was written in that line that was painted out.

Qiao Yu lowered her head, while watching, she recalled what happened when she first received 998, no matter how she thought about it, she found it funny.

"Qiao Yu! You are slow to die!! Hurry up!!"

"You're so annoying, don't rush it!" Qiao Yu slipped it into a certain book, sealed the box containing the books with tape, and wrote "book" on the surface.

He carried the last box out, and there were only two boxes left.

Alice came up wearing her usual maid dress, her blue hair tied into a ponytail: "Hello, Mr. Qiao Yu, let me come."

As soon as she finished speaking, she took the box of books from Qiao Yu's hand and walked down easily.

"AI is so powerful..." Qiao Yu sighed.

"Isn't it easy?"

He turned his head, and 998 had already picked up the remaining two boxes, with a pocket on his back, and walked down the stairwell with ease.

"It's a comparison, you're a vinegar person." Qiao Yu complained, and took the key to lock the door.

Goodbye, low-income small apartment.

He thought so, and followed 998's pace with the corners of his mouth hooked: "What the hell is in your pocket? You brought it with you when you went to the beach. I haven't seen you open it..."

"It's up to you! This is my privacy!"

"Hey, your privacy, what's on you that I didn't buy with my money?"

"Clothes are not."

"...Okay, then the ones in your bag must have been bought with my money, let me see."

"do not want!"