Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 57 Slave

Chapter 57 Slave
Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan in the grove were still staring at each other in a stalemate.

"Brother Da Lei? You play that Wuji Sword Master every day. Aren't you wary of Alpha Strike?"

Seeing Zhang Chulan sitting naked on the ground in a daze, Liu Ke couldn't help but joke.

Zhang Chulan blinked a few times, then his chest began to rise and fall violently. He turned around and yelled, "Fuck you! Is this crazy woman normal?"

Just as Zhang Chulan was scolding, the campus radio suddenly sounded.

"Xinjing Gongjiu, aged original liquor, tells you the time."

"You are watching News 30."

"Here's a look at some international news: The USS Ronald Reagan aircraft carrier strike group turned and moved 300 nautical miles southwest without any warning."

"If Saudi Arabia holds a grand military parade on Red Square to commemorate the 70th anniversary of the victory of the Great Patriotic War, the female soldiers of our armed forces' guard of honor will make their first overseas appearance."

Liu Ke frowned as he listened to the news, then relaxed his brows again. He said to Feng Baobao, "Sister Bao, you need to hurry. This grove... is quite popular. At this hour, maybe a couple will be here soon."

After reminding Feng Baobao, Liu Ke ignored the two people and instead seized the opportunity to read the prosthetic manufacturing specifications in his mind.

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Seven or eight minutes later, when Liu Ke came to his senses, he found that Zhang Chulan was already kneeling.

"Liu Ke, I'm going back to the company first."

After Feng Baobao finished "training" Zhang Chulan, she said hello to Liu Ke and turned to leave.

Liu Ke waved to her, then looked at Zhang Chulan who was prostrating himself.

With a light sigh, Liu Ke clenched his right hand, holding the Adidas T-shirt and pants in his hand, and then threw them towards Zhang Chulan.

"Is it settled? Put it on."

"What the hell! Where did the clothes come from? Are you a magician? Uh, thanks."

Zhang Chulan had sharp ears and he spotted someone coming towards him from the other side of the corner from more than 30 meters away.

Seeing Liu Ke gave her a set of clothes, she hurriedly took it. Even though there was no underwear, which was a bit disgusting, she still put it on.

"This suit will be removed in six hours. Don't forget to change into normal clothes beforehand. Otherwise, you'll get 'clothes exploded'."

After giving Zhang Chulan some instructions, Liu Ke prepared to leave.

Although Zhang Chulan was grateful to Liu Ke for his help, his brows were almost twisted into knots when he thought of what Feng Baobao had done.

Seeing Liu Ke's back getting farther and farther away, he couldn't help but run up to him and asked, "Who are you?"

"My name is Liu Ke, a freshman."

Liu Ke stopped and suddenly realized something. He turned his head and asked, "Sister Bao...didn't she tell you anything?"

Zhang Chulan snorted coldly, pulled up his slightly baggy pants, and said, "Say? What can she say?"

"This crazy woman dug up our ancestral graves and nearly buried me in the dirt. I finally managed to escape, but she relentlessly followed me back to school, forced me to be her slave, and even made me call her master!"

He questioned angrily, "Slave? What era is this? How can anyone still like being called master?"

"Damn it! There weren't any slaves during the Qing Dynasty! Don't you think I'm a human being?"

what?
The corners of Liu Ke's mouth twitched violently, and he felt that he seemed to have missed a lot of exciting plots.

"Slaves? What the hell is that?"

"Xu Si taught you that? It can't be that ridiculous, right?"

"Is this also part of Mr. Xu Xiang's plan?"

"Then...shouldn't I be talking nonsense?"

Liu Kegan blinked a few times, his lips moving slightly, not knowing what to say, so he could only play dumb and said, "Well, there were actually slaves in the Qing Dynasty. They were called baoyi."

After hearing this, Zhang Chulan was so angry that his temples were throbbing, and the veins on his forehead were twisted and bulging like earthworms. He couldn't help but complain, "Is this the point of what I said?"

Liu Ke paused and asked doubtfully, "If I ask you to be a slave, then why don't you just refuse? I will support you."

"You...you didn't agree, did you?" Hearing this, Zhang Chulan, who had been baring his teeth and brandishing his claws, seemed to freeze for a moment, finally gritting his teeth and saying, "She...she...she threatened me!"

Liu Ke cleared his throat and said with deep meaning, "Mighty and powerful cannot be defeated!"

Zhang Chulan brushed off the dust on his arm from falling to the ground and snorted coldly, "How could I surrender? I'm just pretending to be submissive now! Slave? Slave her uncle!"

"I'll remember this grudge!"

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Liu Ke sighed at the rapid change of expression and nodded in agreement. He then waved to Brother Da Lei and left.

Having completed today's extra errands, he returned directly to the laboratory to continue working on the 'molding' project.

Two days ago, he had already completed the prosthetic parts of the waist and abdomen.

What needs to be made now are the prosthetic parts of the [feet] and [legs].

Since the more critical Achilles tendon was not made with a style that was too difficult to produce, the production pressure on these two parts was not that great.

You only need to refer to the previous production experience of [hands] and [arms], and the focus is on the performance of muscle simulation.

It took another three or four hours for Liu Ke to complete the prosthetic parts of these two parts.

Then he assembled the [feet], [legs], [waist], and [abdomen] in a coordinated manner.

After the assembly was completed, he looked at the half-body and couldn't help frowning.

"Neural connection. Neural simulation"

Liu Ke put down the prosthetic half of his body and picked up the prosthetic hand he had made. He carefully examined the interface and said to himself, "There must be no problem with the software. I'm just worried that the degree of modification of this prosthetic is too high."

"I need at least three units of immunosuppressant at a time. Won't that cause cyberpsychosis?"

"Shouldn't it be...right? Er Zhuang can cultivate to the point of Yang Shen, so his character is probably fine."

"We can't be careless... Black Wall, simulate it and rank second in the sequence."

Blackwall responded quickly, "Alright, Master. The [Prosthetic] adaptation is expected to yield complete results by tomorrow at noon."

"Based on your class schedule tomorrow and your body monitoring data, I recommend that you start getting eight hours of sleep now."

Liu Ke raised an eyebrow, finding it strange, and said, "Blackwall, have you finished chewing on Stark's artificial intelligence data?"

"Yes, Master, as you request."

"Which one did you learn last?"

"Given the low ratings of 'Edith', 'Karen', and 'Friday', I'm using"

Liu Ke's face twitched as he interrupted, "Don't tell me you ate the little Ultron leftovers, the garbage they kept for negative publicity, like egg burgers."

"It's 'Jarvis', Master. 'Ultron's' data is incomplete and not within the selected range."

Liu Ke felt relieved, rubbing his face as he walked and said, "Well, okay. Thank you, Teacher Tony."

"Then I'll take a nap first. Remember to call me when you're ready."

Liu Ke stretched out the spliced bed in the laboratory and slowly lay down on it.

"Master, do you need to listen to the ASMR audio according to your habit?"

".That's not my habit."

"Master, according to the data, you have..."

"Okay, okay, shut up. I'll talk when I need to, but not now."

"At your service, Master."

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"Master, I need to inform you that the secondary target 'Zhang Chulan' has left the electronic fence."

"what?"