"Number 10~"

Ye Qiuling smiled and interrupted Number Ten, who was looking at the documents.

Number 10 looked up at her unhappily.

Ye Qiuling rubbed her hands together, enticingly asking, "Would you like to hear a story about interstellar space?"

Number Ten hesitated, glancing at the documents in his hand, then at Ye Qiuling, a hint of struggle flashing across his face.

Ye Qiuling, not wanting to give up, stood up straight as if thinking, scratching her head and muttering to herself:

"Last time we talked about mechs and the Zerg that can fly in space. This time, shall we talk about mermaids and merfolk?"

Mermaids and merfolk.

Keywords were captured.

Number Ten slowly closed the document, sat down in the chair, looked at Ye Qiuling with clear eyes, and said very obediently, "I want to hear."

"Hmph~"

Ye Qiuling snapped her fingers and leaned closer to Number Ten. "Do you want to know where I found out?"

"In no mood."

His tone was very decisive.

Ye Qiuling felt ashamed.

She gave a soft humph. "Then I'll tell you anyway, I read this in a novel. You can know so much just by reading novels!"

Number Ten tilted his head: "Do these weird things even exist?"

"Of course there will be, but they'll be weird or strange?"

Ye Qiuling looked at Number Ten in disbelief.

"It's really strange. If the Zerg can produce humanoid forms, then all humans are the same. If we can accept merfolk, then it's really strange that Zerg and humans are fighting each other every day."

"The insectoids are plundering resources from humans, which is why interstellar people will resist."

Why resist?

"...because all living things have their own territory."

"Like my lab?"

"right!"

Number Ten nodded: "I understand. I hate it when people come to my lab."

"Look at all the things you don't understand. You can read more books about relationships and psychology, and then you'll understand."

"This is so troublesome."

Number 10 seemed reluctant, looking very resistant, and muttered:

"Why have feelings? Feelings are the cheapest thing."

"What's valuable?"

"The machine I made."

Number 10 patted the chibi-style robot under his command, saying, "They said one of these costs five million."

Very good, instilling a cold, hard view of money.

Ye Qiuling rubbed her forehead.

Having grown up in a heartless laboratory, it's hard to change one's mindset. Ye Qiuling no longer believes she can restore Number Ten to the emotions of a normal person.

It's already quite good that she knows how to express happiness and dissatisfaction.

I'm afraid I'll become more and more like a robot in the future.

There was no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness whatsoever.

Looking at Number 10 with worry, Ye Qiuling was puzzled. Xia Shizhao was perfectly normal. Could it be that she guessed wrong and this was not Xia Shizhao, but just someone from a parallel universe who looked like her?

But that's impossible; how could two people have the exact same little tricks?

If I can't figure out the steps, I sit in front of the machine and frantically search for information. When I get annoyed, I stare at the book gloomily, as if I want to stare a hole through it.

After drinking the water, I subconsciously pursed my lips.

They like to sit anywhere, however small or large they may be.

Some people have obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the order in which things are placed must match perfectly.

Seeing that people were staring at him instead of telling stories, Number Ten pouted a little unhappily, "Why don't you tell one?"

"I don't know what the next chapter of the story is. Can you let me see that novel?"

"Search it yourself."

Number 10 handed her the tablet.

Ye Qiuling randomly typed in a novel from Gu Ke's bookshelf.

The love-hate relationship between the real and fake heiresses.

404.

It was displayed in front of me.

"…………"

Ye Qiuling pretended to be troubled and handed the tablet to Number Ten, saying, "It can't be searched. Never mind, let's just consider this the end of the story."

Number 10 squinted at 404 and a question mark slowly appeared on his head.

What is this?

I've never seen it before.

Strangely, Number Ten entered the words "memory alteration potion" again.

It's still a 404 error.

Why can't I check?

I did another search, and it turned to the Machine Encyclopedia.

It has appeared.

Um?

Number 10 hummed in confusion.

Taking the opportunity, Ye Qiuling leaned closer and asked, "Wow, how did they find this out?"

"……have no idea."

Number 10 frowned, a rare occurrence for him.

My finger taps around on the tablet.

Finally, I found the permission settings.

The user, who had intended to grant the tablet permissions, discovered that the tablet had many settings and immediately turned off the screen.

This change will be noticed by the person who set the permissions.

Why don't my parents let me look up other things?

"You say everyone has good friends, but is there anyone who doesn't?"

Number 10 suddenly spoke up and asked.

Ye Qiuling thought for a moment, "No... I don't think so."

Do you have it?

"Aren't you one?" Ye Qiuling retorted.

"What exactly is a good friend?" Number Ten asked, puzzled.

"Um... well... we cry together, make a fuss together, laugh together, and help each other."

"I don't understand. Is there any other explanation?"

Ye Qiuling looked at Number Ten in front of her with a smile, feeling a little itchy.

What a terrible child, I'm making things too difficult for her.

She didn't have any close friends, but she had quite a few good subordinates who respected and admired her.

Ye Qiuling racked her brains to think of something that Number Ten could quickly understand, but felt it was somewhat inappropriate, so she forced herself to say:

“A good friend is…like your possessiveness towards the lab…”

"You treat me the same way?"

"Um."

Seeing that the person seemed to understand, Ye Qiuling took a deep breath and nodded with a forced smile.

That's a damn lab.

It's always her favorite thing.

She had no rivals in love; her only rival was neither human nor ghost, but the cold, impersonal laboratory.

Moreover, there is absolutely no possibility of victory.

Because she loved experiments deeply.

During the explosion, Ye Qiuling suspected that if she kept taking a slow, insidious approach, Xia Shizhao would never agree to be with her.

If her lab had been blown up that day, Xia Shizhao would probably remember it for the rest of his life.

Sometimes she had extreme thoughts, like she should just hate herself for the rest of her life, but after thinking it over, she realized that being hated by someone she liked was too tragic.

worry.

I'm so worried.

Ye Qiuling's smile instantly turned gloomy, and she became unhappy.

Number Ten, watching Ye Qiuling's expressive face, tilted his head: ...?

Such complex changes.

But compared to her parents' strange smiles, Ye Qiuling's smiles were much more comfortable to be around.

Number 10 doesn't understand the reason.

Number 10 is secretly observing.

As if a dark cloud was hanging over her head, Ye Qiuling suddenly stood up straight and walked to Number Ten's side. "Do you know how to fold paper airplanes?"

"I can fly an airplane."

"..."

Ye Qiuling's lips twitched slightly. "No, paper airplane."

A paper airplane model?

"No, a simplified version, I'll show you."

After saying that, Ye Qiuling immediately pulled out two sheets of draft paper from the table and began to fold them.

Because it happened so fast, Number Ten saw what was on the paper and tried to stop it, saying, "That..."

Ye Qiuling looked at her strangely, only to see Number Ten hesitate for a moment before shaking her head:

"Fine, you can fold it."

If your best friend wants to fold origami, then let her do it.

Anyway, the draft is already in my head.

Yes, Number Ten's simple thought process has already led her to believe that Ye Qiuling is her good friend.

Because Ye Qiuling is in the laboratory, and the things in the laboratory are her things.

The laboratory is her good friend, and by a round number, Ye Qiuling is also her good friend.