Since Bob came along, Zhang Fan has had a companion and doesn't feel so lonely anymore.

Although talking to a gorilla feels a bit silly, no one else will see us on Mars anyway, and it's still much more normal than talking to a tree hole in the central garden.

Zhang Fan felt that Bob should have the intellectual level of a 6-year-old child, not only being able to understand some of what he said, but also behaving like a 6-year-old.

For example, the issue of fighting over the blanket while sleeping.

Damn it, why do I have to share a room with a gorilla?

Zhang Fan had already cleaned up the space edible animal experiment chamber, but Bob refused to go back there, let alone enter the metal cage. He stayed in Zhang Fan's room and wouldn't leave.

There was no other way, so Zhang Fan compromised. After all, he couldn't beat the other party. He had no choice but to go and stay in Professor Su's living quarters.

But Bob followed him over and ended up sharing a bed with him again.

Zhang Fan is going crazy. If you were a great beauty, it would be fine, but what's the big deal about a gorilla?

But Zhang Fan also realized that Bob didn't need a room, but someone to keep him company. If he were locked in a metal cage for a month without anyone visiting him, wouldn't he go crazy?

If a 6-year-old child is locked in a cage for a month, how much would that child long to be with their parents?

Zhang Fan sighed. In terms of primate seniority, he was Bob's elder.

The eldest brother is like a father; perhaps this is the reason.

Zhang Fan dismantled Professor Su's living quarters bed, moved it to his own room, separated it by a 1-meter aisle, and placed it next to the original bed, warning Bob never to get on his bed again.

Bob was thrilled to have his own bed, chattering away and nodding frantically.

With the accommodation problem solved, the next issue is food.

Zhang Fan regretted it; he shouldn't have shared the leftover food with Bob. Ever since Bob ate the food from the automated restaurant, the machine had been throwing away the biscuits it dispensed.

Zhang Fan warned Bob again that even biscuits were precious food and essential supplies for their future survival!

On Mars, waste is shameful!

Bob was indeed clever and quickly understood what Zhang Fan meant.

Lunchtime.

At the other end of the table, Bob spread his arms wide to embrace all the food and placed the flatbread on Zhang Fan's plate, making gurgling noises as he looked at Zhang Fan with a grin.

Damn it, that's not what I meant!

It's one thing to steal my food, but why did you put the flatbread on my plate?

This is intolerable!

For the sake of his dignity as the leader of the primates, Zhang Fan lunged forward and fought with Bob!

Half a minute later, Zhang Fan sat at the dining table with a bruised and swollen face, gnawing on a coarse flatbread.

Damn it!

Zhang Fan had seen the ingredients of the "coarse cakes." They were actually made using the products from the production chamber and were perfectly edible for humans. However, the taste and texture were not very good; they not only looked like dog food but also tasted somewhat like dog food.

Don't ask me how I know the taste of dog food!

In order to reclaim his dignity as the leader of the primates, Zhang Fan now frequently goes to the gym to exercise, and his main form of exercise is boxing.

Zhang Fan drew a gorilla's head on the sandbag, then put on boxing gloves and started punching it hard.

The gorilla head was deformed from being hit on the sandbag, as if it were mocking him. Zhang Fan's eyes seemed to burst with flames, and with that fighting spirit in his eyes, he unleashed another barrage of punches.

"I must take back the food that belongs to me!"

From then on, every day before lunch, Zhang Fan would challenge Bob to a fight for food. Although he was defeated by Bob every time, the duration of each duel gradually increased...

Actually, putting aside the taste and texture, the biscuits are very nutritionally balanced. After all, they are a comprehensive food prepared for strong beasts like gorillas, so the nutrition and calories are not low.

A month later, Zhang Fan found himself to have become stronger.

Damn it!

Eating coarse flatbread every day is not what I wanted!

Even though he still couldn't beat Bob, Zhang Fan persisted in exercising every day because he had to.

What can a 22-year-old, full of vigor and vitality do if he doesn't exercise?

"Ahhh—I really want to find a girl to play with—"

After another round of punches to vent his frustration, Zhang Fan collapsed onto the floor of the gym, staring at the ceiling and yelling.

"Ahhh—I really want to chat with a girl!"

Zhang Fan lay on the floor groaning in pain. There wasn't even a female fly on Mars, so even if he wanted to masturbate, he had no one to mate with...

etc!

Zhang Fan thought of something.

If I don't have a partner, can't I just make one myself?

With my skills, I should be able to make a life-size figurine using the materials available at the base. That shouldn't be too difficult, right?

As for the reference point for the figure, it is of course "Luo Tianyi", that is the image engraved in the bones of otaku.

Let's do it!

Zhang Fan went to the central garden and broke off two tree branches, tying them together in a cross shape. This is the skeleton of the figurine...

The girl's skin was generally fair, so Zhang Fan rolled the torn bed sheet into a "T" shape and fixed it to the frame. This was the body...

The girl's features were quite delicate, so Zhang Fan pressed a pillow into a melon seed shape, placed it on the pillow, and drew facial features on it with a pen. That was her face...

Of course, a girl needs long, black hair. Zhang Fan found a black tablecloth in the automated restaurant, tore it into a long strip, and covered the figurine's head with it...

Finish!

Looking at the masterpiece before me, it's like... it's like...

Zhang Fan knelt down with a "plop".

Yes, Jesus?

Zhang Fan looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, tears streaming down his face.

I'm so frustrated by how stupid the figurine I made is.

I was so angry at my own cooking skills that I almost collapsed.

What kind of mess is this?

...

Zhang Fan felt she couldn't continue like this; she needed to have a serious talk with Bob. Shouldn't they be loving and dependent on each other at a time like this?

You can't finish your lunch, at least share some with me!

But at this moment, Bob seemed to be unable to understand human speech. He not only spread his arms to protect his food, but also pointed to the coarse bread on Zhang Fan's plate and shook his finger.

Zhang Fan wanted to rob him outright, but when he saw the bulging muscles on Bob's back, he chickened out the next second.

No, we need to educate Bob to reject violence and love peace.

Zhang Fan thought for a moment, then went to the bookshelf in the rest cabin, took a book, and returned to the restaurant.

"Come here, Bob, I'll teach you to read a world classic today!"

Zhang Fan sat at the dining table, patting the book in front of him. Bob, on the other side of the table, peered over, clearly intrigued.

“That’s right!” Zhang Fan patted the book cover. “This book is called War and Peace.”

Do you understand war? Do you understand peace?

"Gurgle, gurgle."

Zhang Fan then found another pen and drew a big X over the word "war" and a big check mark over the word "peace".

"We don't want war, we want peace."

"Quack quack quack".

Fearing that Bob wouldn't understand, Zhang Fan found another piece of white paper and wrote it down.

"Nowar, For peace!"

"Do you understand? Do you understand?"

The human and the beast lived together amidst their bickering and commotion. One hundred cameras on the main control room screen recorded the daily lives of this peculiar duo.

Although Earth suffered a sudden misfortune, the "Bird's Nest" Mars base continues to quietly fulfill its mission, just as it has done since its construction, sending information recorded by its cameras to a planet 60 million kilometers away...