Host Dump [Quick Transmigration]

"Hey, where is the body wash?" Fan Fu unscrewed the door of the bathroom/room, walked out carelessly, and raised his voice to Jian Jian who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen.

"It's in the drawer on the right side of the sink, how many times have I told you, why don't I remember every time—" He simply put the chopped ingredients into a clean plate, only to turn around and see Fan Fu standing barefoot On the ground, without even a bath towel around her body, just such a generous topless Lu Ding, she hurriedly turned back, "Go wash up, the meal will be ready soon."

Hearing a crisp clicking sound behind him, he simply and helplessly wiped his face, resting his hands on both sides of the kitchen sink, secretly annoyed, what is all this——

Speaking of which, Fan Fu has been in Jianjian's house for about a week. He has no name, only a custom-made boyfriend number 002. After a night of simple consideration, he was given the name Fan Fu. .

So, why did you give him a name that sounded so in tune with simplicity! ?Simply scratching your head in a manic state, and picking up any melons and plums at random, will save it like it is now, and people can't help but want to get close.

After adjusting his mood, he simply washed his hands again, picked up the Mifen/Nennen apron on his body, and wiped it. This is a comic peripheral gifted to him by a friend in the same editing group as him. There is no one else, so I just took it and used it.

Simply and unconsciously, he took out the sliced ​​potatoes from the plate and put down the knife again. The sharp knife made a friendly and fast-paced sound with the cutting board, but he couldn't help but recall the scenery he saw just now when he turned his head. .

Fan Fu's figure is what he likes or longs for. As a cartoonist, although he has a thin skin and tender flesh, he still can't grow the ideal six-pack abs. Every time I draw my male protagonist with good looks and long legs, it makes a group of readers beg to fall down.

Plump drops of water dripped from the tip of Fan Fu's half-length hair, along the track of his collarbone, rolled over his chest, and sank into his lower abdomen... After a brief shake, he recovered and found that his hands had turned into small slices of potatoes , It's really - masculinity misleads people!

His favorite potato chips were placed on the dining table, Fan Fu's eyes lit up, and he was about to sit down with his half-wet hair tossed, Jean Jian pulled it up again, and pushed it into the bathroom/room to dry his hair, "Go and wash your hair first Let it dry before eating."

"...", Fan Fu was reluctantly pushed into the bathroom/room by Jian Jian, took a nostalgic glance at the delicious golden crispy potato chips on the dining table, took the hair dryer that Jian Jian handed over, All the way to the highest gear, full throttle ready for a quick win.

It didn't even take half a minute, simply looking at Fan Fu, who was contented and eating happily in the chair, with a puzzled look on his face—could this guy's hair be custom-made with special materials? !It's so fast.

Fan Fu's eyes were almost squinted while holding the plate to eat. The simple craftsmanship is really good, especially this homemade potato chips. The potatoes are cut into thin slices, and the starch and rice are removed and drained. Put it in a high-temperature oil pan and fry it. After setting the shape in the pan, take it out quickly. Sprinkle some seasonings such as salt and pepper and return to the oil again. Deep-fry until crispy. It tastes like a happy fly.

Simply watching Fan Fu put all his thoughts on the fried potato chips in front of him, he could only use clean chopsticks to pick up some roasted eggplant and green pepper eggs into Fan Fu's bowl, this guy always likes these fried things , I don’t know if there will be problems with eating...

When it comes to delicious food, Fan Fu never refuses anyone who comes. Gabeng Gabeng fills his mouth with two mouthfuls of rice between chewing potato chips. His not-so-elegant movements suddenly change under the influence of his face. It has become a very moving gesture, just looking at it is a little ecstasy.

"Drip! Drip! Drip! Ka——" Suddenly, there was a piercing siren, followed by a loud click, and the whole room was instantly plunged into darkness.

Looking at this familiar scene briefly, he firmly squeezed the spoon in his hand and gritted his teeth word by word, "Fan! Fu!"

"Hey!" Fan Fu also knew that he had caused trouble, and whispered while biting a potato chip.

There was nothing he could do about it simply. He raised his wrist and swiped out his account information to see. Sure enough, the household electricity consumption had exceeded the quota, so he could only fill out the application form and send it up with a bitter face.After a while, with Didi's reminder sound, the room finally returned to light.

Now that technology is so advanced, because it involves the development and utilization of certain energy sources, each household will have a corresponding electricity consumption quota every month according to the number of people. A large fine is required to be able to re-use.

As a former purebred single dog Shan with the attributes of a house, in view of his rather monotonous and simple life and social interactions, he had never faced this kind of violation before meeting Fan Fu. The predicament of the established rules, but in this short week, Fan Fu was able to make him pay fines twice in one month - it has to be said that it is quite rare.

"Stretch out your hand" and simply looked at Fan Fu who was in front of you with his head downcast.

"...", Fan Fu slowly pulled his right hand out from behind, and stretched it flat in front of Jian Jian like a fist.

Simply grabbed Fan Fu's hand, turned it over so that the back of the hand was facing down, and gently spread the loosely held fist——

A small and exquisite fried potato chip exuding golden brilliance was lying in the palm of Fan Fu's Guangjie.

Simple,"……"

He took out a tissue from the side and wanted to wipe the rogue's hands, but when he turned around, he saw Fan Fu stuff the potato chips in his palm into his mouth with lightning speed.

Seeing him dejected and regretful, while still chewing his mouth full, Jian Jian was so angry and funny, he reached out and stuffed the tissue into Fan Fu's palm, and touched up his wrist for about three fingers—it was still tingling. It has a crunchy/numbing feeling.

The evidence was conclusive, and Fan Fu had no intention of denying it at all, the truth of the matter soon became clear.

Fan Fu, whose main body is a customized robot, naturally has some differences from ordinary people. These are written in the instruction manual that was received along with the courier.

The already mature simulation system allows Fan Fu to have a body structure that looks the same as that of ordinary people. Except that the toughness is slightly improved so that it is not as fragile as human skin, both the touch and shape are enough to be fake.

In addition, even the internal digestive system and the pacing system that drives the heartbeat can operate normally. After all, Fan Fu, as a customized boyfriend, one of the meanings of existence is to let the customizer feel a real boyfriend The warm embrace that can be given, and the steady and strong heartbeat.

Then there are special skills that ordinary customization does not have. As the type of customized robot that Su Ze put the most energy into at the beginning, Fan Fu also has some specially designed small skills, such as self-heating in the cold winter for customization. People warm their quilts, convert cool air in a small area around the body in hot summer, embed a power generation device with a very small voltage at the fingertips, and so on.

Of course, the driving of certain skills will definitely require a lot of energy supply, just like what Fan Fu did just now, by turning on the power, he quickly heated up his right hand to dry his hair, so that the electricity consumption was not enough. The high house was completely cut off from electricity.

Jian Jian wanted to take this opportunity to beat this helpless guy, anyway, he would have to grow up in the future, so he tried to keep a straight face, stretched out his hand and beat regularly on the dining table, squinted his eyes slightly, and put on a domineering look in cartoons. The common gesture of the president, said flatly, "Do you know what's wrong?"

Fan Fu's head drooped even lower, and the cheerful cheeks that he chewed just now shrank as if he had no strength, "Got it."

"What's the use of just knowing, huh?" The sound of fingers tapping on the table made a sound, as if hitting directly on Fan Fu's heart. How many mistakes did I make? I said I was going to cook, but my cutting board was cut into pieces, and I said I was going to do laundry, but my underwear/pants were torn. "

"I'm sorry," Fan Fu murmured. He knew that he was only a semi-finished product and couldn't meet the requirements of customization. It was already a surprise to be able to leave the laboratory and come here. The customization team must have discovered him. Wrong, don't know how long he will be allowed to stay here.Because it is a semi-finished product, although he has his own independent consciousness and some fixed programs have been implanted in his memory, he can't grasp some detailed operations such as cooking and laundry at all. It is said that there are some defects in thinking, although he does not know where his defects are.

But he really, really wants to continue living here, except for those custom scientific research team members who walk around the laboratory all day collecting data, simple is the first real person he sees, and he will do it for He buys clothes that fit him, shows a nice smile when he is drawing, and patiently tells himself where to put things over and over again... The most important thing is that he likes simple meals, but if he uses simple and When comparing potato chips, he probably would choose the simple one without hesitation.

"Just say I'm sorry and it's over?", looking at Fan Fu whose head was almost buried in his chest, he felt a little distressed, but he still made up his mind to beat him hard, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to quickly organize words in his mind , "Don't talk about anything else, it's just the power outage, this is the second time, you've only been here for a week, Fan Fu..."

Fan Fu felt a dull pain in his heart, which he had never felt before. He felt very sorry for Jian Jian, because he had caused him so much trouble, but he didn't want to leave just like that, because he Really, really want to stay here.