The Role of a Disciple

"Master, look at me."

Morr suddenly stood up straight, his expression turning solemn.

He vaguely regained a trace of the arrogance and wisdom he had possessed before meeting Liu Di.

"Am I not a meticulous, outstanding young mechanical genius?"

"Though compared to you, I'm still a ways behind."

"But do you admit it?"

Morr stared at Liu Di with utter determination.

Liu Di paced back to the console. "Can you stop beating around the bush and just say it?"

Morr nodded profoundly. "Master, you people in China have an old saying: a gentleman is open and aboveboard. So I'll say it straight—let me build your mecha, or I'll die right in front of you."

"Then go ahead and die."

Liu Di slowly sat down. "Only I can make this mecha, so it has to stay with Ruoyi. She's in Sea City, which makes it convenient for me to work on it."

Morr immediately wilted.

So it was his master's wife. That connection was ironclad.

Liu Di noticed.

There was more than disappointment on Morr's face. There was even a trace of gloom and unwillingness. It did not seem fake; it came from the bottom of his heart.

Liu Di looked up. "Are you having some kind of difficulty?"

Morr straightened up. "No! Even if I am, I'll overcome it. On your journey to change the world, Master, I must have a place. No one can stop me."

Liu Di nodded. "If you have a problem, say it. You don't call me Master for nothing."

Morr silently nodded.

Then Liu Di took out two locks of hair from his pocket and carefully placed them into two test tubes.

They were strands of hair from Ye Yun and Shui'er—their DNA samples.

Liu Di glanced at the time.

There probably would not be