Chapter 50 The old bastard grabbed his ankle forcefully and pulled him back...
AI is an extremely responsible artificial intelligence.
After easily taking over all surveillance in the hotel and its surrounding areas, it returned to the gloomy terminal and just happened to hear the mechanical bird's self-narration through the transmitter.
The AI remembered its master's orders and, in order to further analyze Bai Ling, created a folder named [Mechanical Bird] in the background to facilitate recording of data changes at any time.
Cold feeling.
It captures the word extremely acutely.
With his powerful computing ability, he instantly matched the relevant entries from the intranet database.
Cold sensation, also known as condenser blockage sensory disorder, often occurs in the inner cavity of old bionic robots. It refers to the accumulation of fluid in the lining of the nano-simulated abdominal cavity, which cannot be discharged smoothly from the memory metal tube below.
AI seemed to be thinking about something.
No wonder the mechanical bird is under "high pressure". The condenser is blocked, which will cause internal water seepage, rust, and material expansion over time, eventually leading to increased internal pressure of the bionic man.
Fortunately, the owner realized this in time and prepared to carry out emergency maintenance on the mechanical bird.
AI created a subfolder named [Owner's Maintenance Diary].
Great, the next step is to get the imaging data.
AI turned on the camera, but found that the picture was pitch black. It reacted immediately, switched to vibrate mode, and forcibly turned itself over so that the camera was facing upwards. It then widened the aperture and increased the ISO sensitivity, moving the image closer to the table.
Well, the mechanical bird is drinking milk porridge, and its expression is so cold and calm that it can go directly on the news broadcast to make a speech. Just zoom in and take a look, the hand holding the spoon seems to be shaking?
And the amplitude is still increasing at a rate of one second.
From this angle, one of the table legs just blocks part of the view.
But AI has reason to guess that his responsible owner, who is good at taking care of things, must be manually turning the metal tube to activate the built-in heating button of the mechanical bird and drain all the accumulated water.
The camera pans to the owner's face.
In the dim light, the mermaid's profile is warm and elegant, with a look of lingering enjoyment, just like the statue standing in the chapel during mass, tall, restrained and with strong shadows.
His wrists moved slightly, causing the fabric of his shirt to rub slightly, rustling, rustling. The sound gradually overlapped with Bai Ling's panicked and powerful heartbeat, playing a symphony like a booming organ in Bai Ling's ears.
The window was not closed tightly, and a gust of cool breeze happened to brush Bai Ling's thigh. The strong temperature difference between the skin and the cold wind instantly caused goose bumps.
"Ding!" The spoon hit the porridge, splashing milky white water.
Bai Ling was like a shrimp cooked in hot water, his back was bent into a tight bow and his chin almost touched his chest.
"There's still a little more than half a bowl left," the man took the time to check the bowl, and his words were filled with some coaxing encouragement, "Good boy, you have to finish it all so that you can grow up well."
Bai Ling bit her lower lip tightly, refusing to make any sound. At the same time, she rubbed her heel rapidly against his calf, which was tightly wrapped in trousers.
Yu Chen elegantly picked up the spoon, scooped half a spoonful and put it to his tightly closed lips, and comforted him: "Don't worry, eat this first and then give you the reward."
"Asshole...ah, wow!" Bai Ling's half-open lips were taken advantage of and he was forced to take a mouthful of milk porridge. His teeth hit the metal handle of the spoon and his whole mouth felt numb and sore from the cold.
Appetite and heat desire were mixed together, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the stomach churning or the abdomen burning.
He only knew that both of these were controlled by one person, who controlled the rhythm and patiently brought him back on track.
Bai Ling's hands and feet began to spasm uncontrollably. It was over. His toes were so tense that they were about to cramp. Sure enough, after a few seconds, a numbness like ants gnawing at him started from his arched instep and went all the way up to his hot tailbone.
Bai Ling struggled subconsciously for a few times, but was immediately pulled back and pressed against the table.
The AI felt a little sympathetic towards the mechanical bird.
Repairing the condenser must be painful! Judging from the mechanical bird's reaction, it was obviously a very painful and unbearable experience.
AI can roughly guess what Bai Ling is going through.
The electric current bound by the steel spine was running everywhere, the inner cavity of the power supply remained hot, the CPU was running at high speed on the verge of crashing, and even the sonic fan was making intermittent wheezing sounds.
Could it be that the owner’s maintenance methods are not good enough?
The AI immediately rejected this idea.
It knew very well that although the master was renting a bionic man for the first time and had never done similar mechanical maintenance, he had been exiled as an unpopular prince when he was young and had also fired tractors on the wild star. Therefore, the relevant skills should not be unfamiliar.
But the more AI watched, the more he couldn't bear it.
The mechanical bird is so pitiful! His chest was heaving up and down violently in agony, and his fingernails couldn't help but dig into the edge of the table, leaving deep nail marks. Looking down at the ground, the toes of the one leg were scratching the floor desperately, making an unbearable crackling sound, and then they stepped on the owner's shoes in panic.
Yu Chen was wearing a pair of Oxford one-piece lace-up shoes today, the first choice of old aristocrats.
The shoelaces scratched the soles of his feet, which was so itchy that Bai Ling shivered and curled up his toes, then curled up his feet to hide backwards.
Yu Chen's eyes deepened, and he felt that the foot was like a frightened fish, desperately trying to find a safe place to hide, so he squeezed his toes into the gap of his leather shoes, his little toe shivering, and squirming at his ankle with bulging veins.
Restless bird claws.
Yu Chen's breathing suddenly became heavy.
On the other hand, AI is keeping track of time. This process lasted for a long minute, but the state always rose for a while and then suddenly dropped, which indirectly proved that the mechanical bird was not lying.
After the maintenance, the accumulated water still could not be drained out smoothly. The mechanical bird regained some composure and began to persuade:
"You'll definitely get your hands sore if you keep going. Just leave it like this. I can handle it myself."
Yu Chen asked: "How are you going to deal with it?"
"I..." Bai Ling thought of the dense cigarette butt marks on his legs in his previous life, pursed his lips silently, and said:
"I'm still young, so I can just go out and run a few laps to burn off some energy."
Yu Chen refused outright: "No. That's only treating the symptoms, not the root cause. It will only make you sick."
Bai Ling unconsciously tugged at the hem of his shirt, and for a moment, shame and loneliness surged in his heart. He was indeed indifferent. He should have refused with a firm attitude just now, instead of making both of them feel disappointed.
Unexpectedly, Yu Chen sighed and said, "I don't know your habits well enough. Let me try again, okay? Maybe I can find out some tricks this time."
He took all the responsibility with just one sentence, without embarrassing Bai Ling at all.
Bai Ling was stunned for a moment, a slight light appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his lips involuntarily rose a little.
So patient, and so… considerate.
It turns out that old people are better at taking other people's psychology into consideration.
Bai Ling leaned back, his back pressed against Yu Shen's chest, and said to him with a sidelong glance:
"You can do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't cause damage, any attempt is fine."
It is really too tempting to commit a crime.
A hint of helplessness appeared on Yu Chen's lips. He grabbed his waist, which was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and pulled it closer to him. As if in response, the bird's only good leg drooped down to his knee, and silently and quietly hooked his heel with the instep.
Flirt with him.
Yu Chen started again with another attempt.
This time, he added many more gentle details. He kissed the bird's forehead, tentatively stroked the tattoo, and finally the mermaid bit off the ridged collar with her sharp teeth and rubbed the softest lips on the bird's neck gland.
Suddenly, Bai Ling's whole body tensed up and labored breaths came out from between his teeth. To Yu Chen's ears, it sounded like the low cry of a baby bird.
Yu Chen praised softly: "Good boy."
Bai Ling seemed to have lost power and fell back into the mermaid's arms.
“…I’m sorry to trouble you.” He slowed down his intense breathing for a while, swallowed his saliva in small sips, suddenly raised his head, turned around while sitting, raised his neck and leaned forward to kiss the mermaid’s lips like a hungry baby bird.
The AI was observing, when suddenly the CPU shouted that something was wrong. The moment the mechanical bird swooped down, the owner's chair tilted and suddenly tilted backwards rapidly.
It seemed that both of them were about to fall to the ground along with the chair.
Bai Ling subconsciously hugged the back of Yu Chen's head, trying to protect it first. Yu Chen used his long legs to his advantage and pushed himself with his heels to steadily stop his falling trend.
Bai Ling was stunned for two seconds, and habitually lowered his head to look at the other person's expression.
Yu Chen just happened to raise his eyes and inadvertently met Bai Ling's gaze.
This glance is not a direct eye contact, but it is better than a direct eye contact.
Because in the AI camera, the two people were smiling at each other at the same time.
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Bai Ling slept particularly soundly that night.
The ceiling of the small hotel was covered with spider webs, the bedding gave off a strange damp smell, and even the springs in the mattress were half good and half bad. The conditions were not only difficult, but also disgusting.
But the mermaid, who was used to living a precious life, lay beside him contentedly, with her long golden curly hair ruffled between the white quilt, like a long river flowing on the snow-white beach, and her back muscles undulating smoothly, like towering mountains.
Looking at the figure so close at hand, Bai Ling had an inexplicable feeling.
It seemed that in an instant, he could suddenly imagine the future with this person.
But the mermaid turned over, and the next second she said something that made him very unhappy:
"Accept my investment and compete seriously."
Bai Ling still felt reluctant to talk about this matter, not because of his "deceased wife", but because Bai Ling simply didn't want to accept sponsorship from his acquaintances.
He said that he wanted the other party to pay for the big warship, but if he really gave it to him, he always felt that their relationship would seem unclean.
Bai Ling didn't want to be "that omega" who relied on an alpha guardian to get to the top.
He has absolute strength, why doesn't he try it himself first?
Bai Ling made up an excuse: "No, you can't afford to sponsor me. I have a big appetite. If you sponsor a mecha competition today, you can't guarantee that I won't hold you at knifepoint to buy a warship later."
Yu Chen said lightly: "No need to buy, the company has some, how many do you want?"
Bai Ling: "...That's public funds, right?! Is it really okay for you to say that so casually?"
Yu Chen said half-truthfully, "People who have been emperors are certainly very skilled at embezzling public funds."
So there is actually no real power at all?
Bai Ling thought about it. The Gorgon Design Bureau was so big with so many shareholder groups. How could it be possible for Yu Chen to have the final say like in a family business?
In order to prevent the merman from going down the path of crime, he decided to make the other party give up the idea completely.
"You can't feed me enough. My price is very high, ridiculously high."
Yu Chen turned his eyes and tilted his head slightly to show his interest: "Give me a clear price."
Bai Ling coldly reported the sky-high reward for being wanted in his previous life: "40 billion."
Yu Chen really pondered for a moment, but he thought of something more distant: "40 billion, tell me the truth, besides buying warships, what else do you want to do with this money?"
Bai Ling raised his chin without hesitation: "When you can afford it, I will tell you."
Yu Chen grabbed Bai Ling's wrist and pressed it against the pillow, feeling the bird's strong struggle. His eyes were dim, and he asked with a low smile:
"Can't you tell someone you know about the service?"
Seeing that he wanted to know so much, Bai Ling was too lazy to keep him hanging and said directly: "New Emperor Ascension Service, you can customize the content if you buy it. I will give you any star you want. Do you want to buy it?"
Yu Chen raised an elegant and dignified smile: "Believe me, you will get along well with your monarch."
Bai Ling shook off his hand and snorted, "It's too early for me to call you monarch, old bastard."
Bai Ling was about to turn over and sit up, but the retired old emperor grabbed his ankle forcefully and pulled him back. He suppressed his breath sharply and narrowed his eyes dangerously, as if a poisonous snake was spitting its tongue at him:
"Bai Ling. When I ask you, I only want to hear two words:
"Yes, and Your Majesty."
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