Chapter 10 The Spicy AI AI
"I don't have a Chinese name, only an English name, so you can't call me Little Eleven!"

"Why don't you have a Chinese name? Aren't you made in China?" Tang Yi became more and more puzzled.

"I...Of course I'm made in China!"

"You are made in China and you still don't allow people to call you by your Chinese name!" Tang Yi suddenly became angry, rolling up his sleeves as if he was going to do it, "Spicy chicken AI, even learned to worship foreigners!"

eleven: "..."

Blame me, I didn't come up with the name!

"How could I worship foreigners, anyway, you..."

Eleven's rebuttal stopped suddenly, because at the other end of the base, Lu Jianxing gave him another order in a faint voice.

"Then change the name to Xiao Shiyi. Since it is made in China, it is indeed more appropriate to use a Chinese name."

Little Eleven: "..."

AI career has never been so bleak...

"Why don't you talk anymore, Little Eleven, Little Eleven?" Tang Yi turned to the camera again, "You won't be infected with the virus, or is your body malfunctioning?"

"I don't want to talk to you, you are so annoying! The professor is also very annoying!" Xiao Shiyi is very sad now.

He used to be Professor Lu's favorite dog, but Tang Yi only woke up for a few hours before his status changed.

Men are fickle, whether they are smart or stupid, enthusiastic or indifferent...

The brain really does not deceive me!

"Professor? Are you talking about the professor Lu who handed me the handkerchief?"

"hold head high!"

"What's so annoying about him, he's simply the most perfect person I've ever seen!" Tang Yi clasped his hands in his hands, with a longing expression on his face again.

"Ha ha!"

Another nympho obsessed with beauty!

"Ah, I really want to see him now."

Tang Yi was a little shy, "I seem to have covered him with tears and snot, so I think... I should wash his clothes to express my apology!"

"Hehehe!"

Xiao Shiyi continued to sneer. According to the analysis of previous data records, the clothes that have been touched by others are definitely only thrown into the trash can by Lu Jianxing.

"Sure enough, Little Eleven, you also think this idea is great, and you all laughed out loud to support me!"

Tang Yi fantasized about helping Lu Jianxing do the laundry again, and covered his face with his hands, "Oh, I'm so shy, so looking forward to, so excited, so I want to help the male god do the laundry!"

Xiao Shiyi and Xiao Wang: "..."

Isn't this zombie paranoia and nympho a bit serious? How did she interpret the sneer as happy support!
"Hmph! Love across races has no good results, just like Xu Xian and White Lady, Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian, Dong Yong and Seven Fairies!"

"..."

"My God, Little Eleven, aren't you an AI?" Tang Yi showed an exaggerated expression of disbelief, "How can an artificial intelligence be so stupid to believe in those folklore!"

Little Eleven: "..."

Why is he always speechless by this stupid zombie!

Tang Yi turned his eyes full of little stars to Xiao Wang: "Xiao Jiangjiang, can you take me to find Professor Lu!"

"Okay, no problem, let's go now!" Xiao Wang replied hastily, and then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

I don't know why, every time he is stared at by Tang Yi, he feels like his heart is trembling!
Is this the horror of zombies?

Xiao Wang, who was as timid as a mouse since he was a child and liked to scare himself, has now turned into a brain tonic emperor in fright!

(End of this chapter)

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