Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Life at school is really boring for Song Xun.

Hurt was more independent than he thought, and all he had to do was accompany Hurt to get up at seven o'clock every morning, have breakfast and start the day's classes.

But during these classes Hutt would often do only one thing: sleep.

Song Xun couldn't figure out where he got so much sleep, sleeping during the day and at night.

Usually when no one takes the initiative to provoke him, Hurt is relatively stable, except that he loves to sleep.

Song Xun tried the wake-up service, but Hutt, who was woken up, was extremely irritable and disliked everyone. He almost got into a fight with a classmate who passed by and bumped into his desk.

Song Xun stopped him and gave up the idea.

For Hurt, the teachers seemed to completely indulge his behavior, and Hurt became a special existence in the classroom, or in the school.

Song Xun began to try to take notes. Studying is of course important. If Hutt had excellent grades, he would not need the royal family to find a backdoor for him to get a sinecure in the future, which would be despicable.

However, Song Xun soon realized that he had overestimated himself. The civilization of this world was completely unfamiliar to him.

The academy offers basic courses such as power mecha, virtual thinking defense, light speed network, mental power, etc. These courses are confusing for Song Xun, who has only been in this world for a few days and whose mind has only been filled with the knowledge of how to take care of children.

I couldn't understand anything I heard.

Still taking notes? What the hell.

Song Xun gradually became sluggish. While listening to the teacher's tireless transmission of knowledge, his eyes and mind wandered off, and he preferred to stare out the window and daydream.

Half a semester later, Hurt finished last in the mid-term academic assessment.

Got a reputation for being unlearned and unskillful.

As military commanders who fought bravely on the front lines, they could not tolerate the extravagant and decadent people in the inner city of the empire.

But the son of the commander-in-chief whom he once admired and followed is no different from those dandy young men in the empire who parade around in public by relying on the titles bestowed by His Majesty.

The Surreys have been fighting abroad for a long time, on the border far away from the main city of the empire. How would their subordinates, who have always supported them, feel when they learn of this result?

After the assessment, there is a ten-day vacation.

The driver was already waiting at the school gate, and Song Xun followed Hutt onto the airship.

The entire journey was speechless.

After following Hurt for a long time, Song Xun could vaguely feel that there was always a layer of shadow covering Hurt, and he was unhappy.

Even though he was free to do whatever he wanted at school without any restrictions, he was still depressed and unhappy.

But Hurt hid these very well and never showed them to others.

Song Xun sometimes wonders what is inside his little head. At only seven years old, shouldn’t he be in the stage of curiously exploring the whole world?

Hurt gave him the feeling of a stagnant lake, with no sign of flow or change at all.

At the gate of the castle, the butler and all the servants were guarding the door, and they were the first to express their welcome and greetings to Hutt's return.

The butler stepped forward to accompany Hutt into the gate, and Song Xun lagged behind and followed behind to listen to their conversation.

"How's the new school? Have you made any friends?"

Hurt was more childish when facing the housekeeper, complaining: "I don't like my classmates, and I don't like school. It's boring, Edgeworth, can I not go to school?"

"Of course not. If you don't go to school, you will be laughed at." The housekeeper coaxed him, "It's just that the time is too short, and the young master hasn't adapted to the new school yet. It doesn't matter if you don't like your classmates. You still have to make friends according to your own wishes."

The butler sent Hutt all the way back to his room, and after going downstairs, he called Songxun over to ask him.

"How have you been in school these past two months, Master?"

Song Xun truthfully told the story of Hurt's performance in school and the sensation it caused on the first day of school.

These were no secrets; the commotion Hurt had caused at school was visible to all.

Song Xun felt a little guilty and was afraid that the housekeeper would ask about Hutt's life.

Although he was sent there to take care of Hurt's daily life and emotions, when you think about it carefully, he doesn't seem to have played any role.

Fortunately, the butler only asked about Hutt's progress in the course and then turned and left.

Hutt didn't go downstairs for dinner, someone brought it up.

Song Xun was standing in the corner bored when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

He looked up.

The maid approached him and stuffed the pile of clothes she was wearing directly into his arms.

"This is what the young master will wear tomorrow. Go to the laundry room and iron these clothes."

As the only robot in Edmund Mansion, he has always been invisible. When someone suddenly spoke to him, Song Xun was a little slow to react.

However, the maid did not intend to ask for his consent, and did not even give him a chance to speak. She stuffed the clothes into Song Xun's hands and left.

Hurt's return increased the workload of his subordinates, and they were sometimes too busy to handle the work.

Song Xun was bored himself, so he decided to help out.

Following his memory, he walked into the room deep on the left side of the first floor, turned on the ironing machine, put a shirt in it and closed the door.

There was no movement for a long time.

Song Xun observed the area and tentatively pressed the red button, which emitted a small roar.

It was the same sound as the maid ironing clothes before.

Song Xun waited confidently for the machine to stop running, and then he got a piece of torn clothing.

Something went wrong.

He stared at the torn clothes with a frown on his face, and after studying them for a long time, he realized that he needed to adjust the parameters according to the fabric material of each piece of clothing.

Finally, the piece of clothing was stuffed into the utility room where sanitary tools were stored.

After doing all this, Song Xun clapped his hands, but the expression on his face suddenly became empty.

This scene seems somewhat familiar.

The memories eliminated by the emotional seal are so shallow that they are easily forgotten, and sometimes it feels like looking through the memories of an unrelated person.

Song Xun looked back at the utility room and realized that he was a habitual offender.

But it doesn't matter. Hurt has so many clothes that no one will be noticed if one or two are missing.

As soon as he finished ironing his clothes and went out, the boy who was responsible for delivering meals to Hurt ran over.

Sweat broke out on his forehead, and he looked anxious: "I've been looking for you for a long time, the young master asked you to go upstairs."

"Sorry, I'll be right there."

Song Xun happened to meet the maid who asked him to iron clothes at the stairs, so he handed the ironed clothes back to her.

He had just taken two steps when he was stopped again.

"Where are you going? No one has taken care of the third floor yet. You are responsible for it." The familiar voice of the maid sounded from behind.

Song Xun turned around and stated the facts: "My job does not include this."

The services he had been brought back for were directed solely to Hurt.

The maid squinted at Song Xun and said, "The only outstanding advantage of a robot is obedience. Since I bought you, you should play your role instead of learning to be lazy."

"I don't know when a servant dared to order my people around."

A cold voice suddenly sounded from the corner of the second floor.

No one would be unfamiliar with the voice of the owner of this castle.

The maid's face changed drastically, and she instantly put away her arrogant look. She trembled and dared not speak.

Hutt held the solid wood stair railing with one hand and approached the two people step by step.

The footsteps were light, yet seemed to be close to people's hearts, and every step made people feel scared.

"What qualifications do you have to order him?"

Hutt stood in front of the maid and asked her lightly.

The maid bent deeply, facing Hutt in a humble manner, and opened her mouth nervously, trying to explain herself.

But Hurt didn't give her a chance to speak.

"I don't want to see you again."

She raised her head suddenly and was quickly dragged out the door, her eyes wide open: "I... um..."

Someone covered her mouth to prevent her from disturbing the people inside.

Hutt glanced at the group of people who were silent below.

"I don't want to see this happen again. The only person Arnold needs to obey is me. No one can tell him what to do."

His tone was light, but no one dared to ignore it.

The gap in status was like an insurmountable chasm. A word from the nobles could determine their life or death, even if the child in front of them was only a seven-year-old.

"Yes."

There was a unanimous response from below.

Hutt glanced at Songxun and turned to go upstairs.

Song Xun quickly followed.

There was still dinner in Hutt's room, but it looked like he hadn't eaten much.

"I remember I told you who you really obeyed."

Song Xun's attention was diverted from the dinner, and Hutt looked at him with dissatisfaction: "Arnold, you should distinguish the primary from the secondary, and not be so stupid as to listen to everyone."

The child's behavior is like someone who gets furious when a favorite toy is taken away.

Compared to when he was downstairs just now, Hurt was not as scary now.

Song Xun was familiar with his character and had to go along with him: "I do want to reject her. If you come down later, you can see it."

Hutt snorted, looking unconvinced, and turned his head and said, "From now on, you should stay in my room regularly, and don't stand there stupidly downstairs all the time."

Song Xun was stunned, paused and replied "OK".

Hutt caught his momentary hesitation and said unhappily, "You don't want to?"

"No." Song Xun knew how troublesome it would be if Hurt was not satisfied, so he rejected it immediately.

This was the first time Songxun spent the night in the same room with Hutt.

At school, Hurt was assigned a double room, so Songxun also had his own room.

In the dark room, it was so quiet that you could hear the breathing of the person on the bed.

Hurt fell asleep.

Song Xun moved his hands and feet feeling a little depressed.

This is why he hesitated.

Only the empty night belongs completely to Song Xun, but if there is one more person, his actions will be restricted a lot.

Song Xun walked slowly and began to explore Hutt's room curiously.

Finally it stopped in front of the low cabinet.

It was a model similar to a dinosaur, but only similar. There was no such ancient creature as dinosaur in the history of this world.

Song Xun touched it lightly with interest.

The next second, a deep and majestic roar of some animal came out of the model's mouth.

--roar.

Song Xun froze, having never expected that this thing could make a sound.

Hurt suddenly woke up and the lights started instantly.

Song Xun was exposed to the dazzling light, feeling embarrassed and awkward.

He turned around and met Hurt's eyes, which were full of vigilance.

"Don't make any noise." Hurt realized that his robot had an excessive desire to explore.

The lights went out again, and Song Xun returned to the outer room, leaning against the wall, and this time he remained silent the whole time.

Hutt lay down again, and in the dark, put the beam gun in his hand back into the secret compartment under the bed.

Two hours have passed.

The feeling of boredom deepened more easily at night. Song Xun leaned against the wall, looking at the moonlight shining through the gap in the heavy curtains.

996 stayed in this world for less than an hour before telling Song Xun that the Space-Time Bureau had something to deal with and left in a hurry.

Robots don't need sleep, and there's no one to talk to them. Song Xun hates such lonely nights.

On a whim, he suddenly began to feel behind his ear and successfully touched a metal button, which was different from normal human skin and had a cool touch.

Robots do not need to sleep, so does shutting down and hibernating be considered a form of sleep?

A strong desire for knowledge impacted Song Xun's thinking brain.

He was curious about what hibernation felt like and whether it was the same as human sleep.

Song Xun was successfully bewitched by himself and pressed his finger down.

The loss of consciousness only lasted for a moment, and his arms fell as if without any support, and his eyelids closed.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Song Xun woke up from a state of complete unconsciousness and vaguely heard the noises around him.

"It's just shut down and hibernated, don't worry."

The unfamiliar voice was puzzled: "It shouldn't be like this. Arnold uses the most advanced equipment and systems to create it. Normally, it won't shut down automatically for no reason."

Song Xun was so guilty that he didn't even dare to open his eyes.

Hurt's voice then rang out.

"Check it again carefully. Tell me the exact reason why he suddenly fell into hibernation."

The maintenance engineer was forced to sweat by a child: "I have checked it three times, and there is really no problem."

Song Xun was afraid of implicating innocent people, so he quickly opened his eyes and looked around with a little acting skill.

"Is it dawn yet? So soon."

Hutt stared at him for two seconds and asked someone to send the maintenance engineer out.

Only Song Xun and Hutt, one big and one small, were left in the room.

Song Xun, who was locked in Hutt's gaze, touched his nose, suspecting that he had been exposed.

"Sit down." Hutt said.

Song Xun sat nervously on the chair, at the same height as Hurt.

"Hand out."

He still did it.

His wrist suddenly felt cold, and Song Xun dropped his eyes in a daze.

It is a smart communication bracelet. It is like a mobile phone and can do everything for you, such as playing games and watching TV.

Hutt fastened the bracelet: "Don't disturb my sleep in the future."

Song Xun was so excited that he almost cried. He looked at Hutt and promised: "I swear, I will never do that again."

What does a cell phone represent? It is his spiritual food source, freeing him from sleepless nights.

Song Xun later learned what happened in the morning from the delivery boy Lamb.

It is said that Hutt ran down from upstairs barefoot, entered the servant's room and pulled the driver out. He hurried him so fast that he didn't even have time to change out of his pajamas. He picked up the maintenance engineer in the morning before dawn.

Lamb focused on describing Hurt's nervousness and anxiety, and his words were full of envy.

As a homeless child adopted by the Surreys out of pity, his biggest wish now is to take better care of Hurt.

Song Xun sincerely hopes that he can become Hurt's personal attendant as soon as possible and take over the position of butler in the future.