Reborn Future Robot

Yan Qingxi died, tortured to death by a bet.

A month ago, he and his good friend "codewriter" spelled words, with a score of 4321 words per hour, they failed miserably under the word statistics of the codewriter's 9876 words.Comrade codewriter laughed at him triumphantly: give up!Even if you click tens of thousands of chapter V, my typewriter can kill you in seconds with a daily update rate of [-] to [-]!

Comrade codeword machine is telling the truth, Yan Qingxi children's shoes are fixed at [-] a day, he is more famous than him and his works are more popular than him, but he can't match the speed of a super codeword machine with a daily price of [-] to [-]!On the website at [-]:[-], there are many people with a daily change of [-] to [-]. Only the great master Yan Qingxi can support the daily change of [-] on the income list. Which one of the others is not [-] to [-]?And the codewriter classmate is just a small god, and his works are considered popular, but definitely not as much as Yan Qingxi's, so he used the amount of updates to increase his sense of presence, and successfully stepped on Yan Dashen to the next place, The codeword machine is very proud.

Facing the provocation from Comrade Codewriter, Yan Dashen, who had always been paralyzed, became angry, and lost his mind in this anger. The result of losing his mind was that he bet with Codewriter that he would definitely update [-] a day within a month!He wants to use his great god's powerful appeal to completely defeat this life-or-death codewriter!

Therefore, on weekdays, coding is regarded as a profession, and Yan Qingxi children's shoes, who take an hour's lunch break from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm...started a life of overtime, sleeping only a few hours a day for a month, and turning upside down day and night sleepless nights...

The result is……

After pasting the [-] words from the last day into the manuscript box, Yan Qingxi stood up, his eyes darkened...

So I hung up.

When he opened his eyes again, he was reborn.

There is no computer that is projected in front of the eyes in the legend, and there is no holographic online game that he has always wanted to die to see if there is any future, and there is no magical storage space...

There are no horses! !

Some are just a small wardrobe, a bed about the size of a coffin, without a quilt or pillow, and the table next to it seems to be just a decoration. The sockets are different from the ones he has seen for more than ten years.

Let him confirm that he was reborn in the future after pushing open the door.

Everything outside the door is exactly like what appeared in a high-tech movie. The door closes automatically, the cold metal wall, the lights turn on wherever you go, and the refrigerator folded like a small box. It is two meters wide, and each grid is filled with food.Fingerprint scanning is required to enter and exit each room, and there is a row of very powerful books on the bookshelf. When you open it, it is like watching a 4D movie, and you are in the world of books...

This is the world where Doraemon lives, right? ?Yan Qingxi thought so.

However, when he saw these, he was finally comforted.Facts have proved that his character is still good. It seems that the owner of his reborn body is not a poor man who needs a condolence money. From the book just opened, it can be seen that this is not a class-differentiated world. There are no strange creatures. Just opened When viewed on a computer, even the history has not changed much, the only thing that has changed is that it is 1000 years later.

He, Yan Qingxi, made a bet with others and coded himself into the future.

Just when I started to accept this fact, and started to fiddle with everything around me curiously, I saw a wall next to me open, and a tall man in casual clothes walked in, kicked off his shoes lazily, and the automatic on the ground The cleaning robot rushed over immediately and took the shoes away.The man casually took off his coat and threw it on the sofa aside, without even looking at him, he said, "I want a glass of juice."

He blinked, but before he could react, he stood still.The man gave him a strange look, "0324?"

"..."

Yan Qingxi silently approached the kitchen that he had just fiddled with.The man with black hair and dark eyes behind him pulled out the computer and tapped.

Silently studying the instructions, he made a glass of juice with a blank expression, and then gave it to the man with a blank expression.This man was extremely handsome, and the clothes on his body were not of the usual style in his memory, but this was not surprising, so the closet in the room where he just woke up was also full of clothes he couldn't understand.

The man took a sip of the juice and smiled, "0324, your craftsmanship has improved a lot..."

He added: "I want to grill lamb chops for dinner, this kind of juice for drinks, and mung bean soup for dessert... By the way, remember to prepare supper for me at eleven o'clock in the evening."

After the man finished speaking, seeing his blank look, he gave him a strange look.Yan Qingxi turned around expressionlessly, returned to the kitchen, and twitched the corners of his mouth expressionlessly, you foodie! !

After accepting very calmly that his reborn identity was not the owner of this house, but his servant, Yan Qingxi remained expressionless for several days doing what the man ordered him to do.There are small automatic cleaning robots doing cleaning, and most of his work is cooking, cooking, cooking...

Fortunately, Yan Qingxi is not a person who does not eat fireworks in the world. He used to be a full-time writer. In order to prevent himself from dying in his rented house like other Internet writers, he has been working hard to maintain a nine-to-five working hours , Eat when you should eat, sleep when you should sleep, and entertain when you should entertain.And he also has good cooking skills. He goes out at a fixed time every week to buy enough ingredients for a week, and does it himself to have enough food and clothing.

If it weren't for the damn codewriter, he wouldn't have died so embarrassingly.

Yan Qingxi studied the oven for a long time, and after confirming that he really didn't know how to use this high-tech oven with no buttons, he silently dug out the pan from the bottom of the cabinet that hadn't been used for a long time, and took out the ingredients from the folding refrigerator , fry up his lamb chops.

There was a tempting aroma coming from the kitchen, and the people who had been sitting in front of the computer couldn't hold back anymore.As soon as he came in today, he always felt that 0324 had become a bit weird, but he has lived with him for almost 30 years, and he has never paid attention to his situation, and he has never found that he is as strange as today. When he hears his orders, he does not immediately execute them. Instead, he had to think in place for a while, and when he brought out the dinner menu, he didn't repeat it as usual, but walked away with a blank expression.

Could it be that his service life is almost over?It's starting to degenerate now, is it in need of repairs?

He couldn't help thinking about it.

However, when Yan Qingxi brought out dinner again, he automatically denied this idea.There's nothing wrong with being degenerate, isn't his food getting better and better?While eating his lamb chops and drinking juice, the man felt that the food made by 0324 was really more and more in line with his appetite.

After finishing the meal with unrestrained interest, Yan Qingxi came out of the kitchen automatically without his order this time, cleaned up the dishes with a blank expression, and then returned to the kitchen with a blank expression, and threw the tableware into the sink. In a second, the automatic cleaning robot quickly appeared again, diligently cleaning the dishes.

Yan Qingxi walked out of the kitchen and came to the man, with no expression on his paralyzed face: "What do you want for supper?"

"..." The man blinked, glanced at him, and said, "Sandwiches, sliced ​​apples, and millet porridge."

"..." Yan Qingxi silently turned and went back to the kitchen.

Eat so much at night, it will kill you!

He has always had facial paralysis. He has been coding at home before and spends little time with people, so he is used to being expressionless.However, it was because of his facial paralysis that the man didn't think much about it, he just thought it was a system degradation or something.

There were still a few hours until the midnight snack time, Yan Qingxi entered the room silently, and when the button on the watch was pressed, it would automatically broadcast his unfinished work.Silently listening to the instructions, go to the man's house to collect all the dirty clothes, throw them into the washing machine that looks very advanced, and press the button.Then he went out silently, turned on the switch near the door, and the garden immediately sprayed water mist, and soon finished watering all the plants, and stopped automatically.

After finishing all this, there were still more than two hours left for supper, Yan Qingxi went back to the room where she had just woken up, and after looking at the things around her, Yan Qingxi sat in front of the computer.

At this time, it is best to use a computer to help oneself understand the world.

The computer startup program is similar to the previous one, the boot speed is very fast, the password is still a fingerprint, the page is not floating in the air, it is still on the computer screen, but when wearing the glasses next to it, it becomes the same effect as a 3D game .You can use voice and keyboard to input, but Yan Qingxi, a writing madman, still used the keyboard habitually.

He had checked the history of this world before, but there were many things he didn't understand very well, so he searched a lot silently. When downloading the data, the computer prompted: Do you want to copy to the smart chip?

After several consecutive reminders popped up, Yan Qingxi silently said yes.Then he widened his eyes, because he found that the information of these materials he had just downloaded suddenly appeared in his head, and it was clear and clear, as if he had been digested by this body!

Damn, god of rebirth, is this the golden finger you gave me? ?