Xiangzhong didn't stay in the hospital for long. He went straight back to the Forbidden City after receiving an IV drip the next day. Lingyue also returned to the Fifth Hospital after sending her elder sister back to the main compound.

Last time I rushed out, I forgot that Number Seven was still on the computer in her room, and I forgot to close the door. Number Seven must not make any noise and be discovered.

Ling Yue thought about it and hurried back, only to see Zhang Jia standing at the door, who had just finished his vacation.

"Zhang Jia? You're back. Is everything okay at home?"

"Academician Ling." Zhang Jia saluted before answering Ling Yue's question: "Nothing's wrong at home, but my uncle somehow found out I was arrested, and he immediately published an advertisement severing ties with us."

"Your uncle? What did your brother say?" Ling Yue widened her eyes in disbelief. She didn't expect that there would be someone more ruthless than An Kexin.

Zhang Jia sighed. She didn't have a very deep affection for her uncle's family, but her brother lived with her grandparents when he was young and had also received the kindness of her uncle's family.

Now that things have turned out like this, how could her brother possibly feel good?

"My brother said it's a good idea this way, so that if they come to us with something difficult in the future, and we don't do anything, they'll accuse us of being unfilial and ungrateful."

A few years ago, Zhang Jia's brother was promoted to platoon leader. When his comrades came home to visit, they mentioned this matter. His uncle's family came and asked his brother to arrange a position for his uncle's eldest son in the army.

Her brother was almost furious at the time. Not to mention that his cousin was not serving in the army, even if he was already a soldier, this position was not something he could arrange for him.

Zhang Jia was rejected by his brother at that time. As a result, his uncle's family went back and spread the word that the brother and sister were unfilial and that they did not recognize their relatives because they were officials.

Ling Yue was still in Nanjing at the time. After hearing Zhang Jia angrily mention this matter, she also asked if he needed help.

"It's good that you can think positively," Ling Yue didn't know what to say to these weirdos. When they met promising nephews and nieces, instead of maintaining good relationships with them, they offended them so much. Their train of thought was really amazing.

Ling Yue patted Zhang Jia's arm and said, "As for work matters, you guys can discuss it. Just let me know if there's anything important."

Looking at the locked door, Ling Yue glanced at Wang Jianguo.

Wang Jianguo said, "Brother Tang locked the door when he saw us leaving."

Ling Yue breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and asked as she opened the door, "Where's Brother Tang?"

"It seems he went to the office. Dean Qian asked him to get you the Southwest plan."

"Oh, okay. Don't let anyone disturb me for the next two days. Oh, and besides the calls from the Forbidden City and my eldest sister, Brother Tang can just throw the documents in through the window when he comes back." Ling Yue thought for a moment and then said, "Go ask Uncle Liang if there's any vacant room on the first floor. If there is, we can move there to avoid inconvenience for Brother Tang."

"Okay," the two of them responded and closed the door considerately.

As soon as Ling Yue returned to her room, she took some clothes, took a shower, wrapped her wet hair in a handkerchief, and tied it up on her head.

Then he slowly turned on the computer. It should be Tang Nancheng who came to turn it off. He had been living on the third floor for the past two days, squeezed together with Wang Jianguo, but the chain assigned to him on the first floor was not turned on.

"Maker, you are finally back."

As soon as the computer was turned on, Number 7 popped out, and the round ball with small horns jumped on the screen.

"Yeah." Ling Yue hummed, and did not reply. She opened the document, took out the paper she wrote about the life potion last time, and transferred it to the computer.

Then continue writing.

Abstract, Background, Significance...

"Maker, what are you doing! You can't touch this thing, you will die." No. 7 exclaimed.

Ling Yue continued to move her hands as she asked, "Didn't your maker tell you that interrupting someone when they're busy is very rude?"

As soon as Ling Yue finished speaking, the small avatar of Number Seven on the computer was stuck in place, motionless.

After a long time, Number Seven finally found his voice: "What is the Maker saying? I am..."

"You're not."

Ling Yue raised her head, withdrew her hands from the keyboard, crossed them on her abdomen, and leaned back slightly in her chair.

"Why do you think the teacher took me out of the orphanage? It was simply because I was naturally sensitive to data, and he just happened to need an heir."

Ling Yue shook her head slightly and chuckled, "You're too naive. Do you think researchers who are naturally sensitive to data wouldn't understand the data they're researching?"

Number Seven stared blankly at the person in front of him, as if he had never known her before.

The interrogative statement is indeed said with certainty: "You already knew it."

"Yeah," Ling Yue said with a smile on her face. "The people behind you are using me as a pawn, and you won't allow me to play along with them?"

"Tell me about your purpose." Ling Yue raised her chin slightly, confident and calm.

Number Seven could never have imagined that although he had rarely appeared in Ling Yue's sight in order to avoid being exposed, he was still guessed by Ling Yue.

The shit is not good at politics, the shit is not smart.

A small head appeared on the computer screen, taking a deep breath, looking quite angry. "Can I ask how I got exposed?"

Ling Yue nodded as if she hadn't seen it, saying "Okay," and then, without a trace of mercy, she shattered the last bit of heart Number Seven had left: "In Ugly Country, when we first met."

"Wha...what?"

Number Seven widened his eyes in disbelief. Damn, it was over just as it appeared?

Ling Yue kindly explained, "Don't you find it strange? Without any data, you came to a conclusion about happiness and security. I'm curious how you came to that conclusion."

After saying this, Ling Yue chuckled softly, and then she stood up from her previous position, leaning forward slightly, staring at Number Seven on the screen without blinking.

"At that time, you just wanted to draw my attention to Dragon Country. After all, I had just arrived and didn't have any 'patriotic feelings' towards any country in this world. I was right, wasn't I?"

Number 7: ...

"That's right, what else?" It was impossible for Ling Yue to be so sure with just one thing, so Number Seven gave up.

"That's the first point. Although I'm doubtful, it could be that the data is messed up after the time travel, so I didn't think much about it."

"What confirmed my conclusion was in the capital. When I said I'd make you a body, you sounded very happy. But you might not know that the No. 7 I created already had a body, and more than one."

"After all, it's normal for little girls to like dressing up their dolls. How could Number Seven, who already has a body and more than one, be so happy that she automatically generates data and has hearts in her eyes?"

"Thirdly, and this is the same thing, the number seven I made won't have any emotions."

As soon as she finished speaking, Number Seven interrupted Ling Yue: "How is that possible? Our investigation clearly shows that Number Seven is the most complete system you have created."

How could the most perfect system be without emotions? Even the systems in their system world can fall in love.