Shadow Brake glanced at Lin An, then quietly walked to the other end of the room.
She bent down and picked up the chip bags beneath the coffee table one by one, tossing them into the trash.
She gathered up the soda cans scattered across the sofa and wiped the table clean.
Then she raised a hand and took out fresh snacks from her storage space, neatly arranging them in the refrigerator and cabinets.
Chips, cookies, juice, dried spirit fruit—everything was sorted into categories and arranged more neatly than supermarket shelves.
Though most of it would probably end up in Gu Yue's stomach sooner or later.
Lin An slightly opened his eyes from meditation.
His peripheral vision swept over the spotless dorm room, then he looked at the figure crouching in front of the refrigerator, carefully checking the food expiration dates, and could not help but sigh inwardly.
Robots really were better.
Considerate, quiet, and without so many thoughts.
They did not throw tantrums either.
Did that not make the difference obvious at once?
Gu Yue's face surfaced in his mind—crying, making a fuss, licking him, and rubbing against him.
Then came the sight of Shadow Brake's hands quietly folding clothes.
Lin An closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
His blood pressure was rising again.
Eastsea Academy, Academic Affairs Director's Office.
Long Hengxu sat behind a broad desk, a list of Class Advancement Tournament participants spread out before him.
His fingers tapped back and forth across the list. With every tap, another vein pulsed on his forehead.
Wu Zhangkong stood before him.
His white clothes were like snow, his face as frosty as ice.
The air between them had nearly frozen solid.
"Wu Zhangkong."
Long Hengxu finally spoke, his voice low, as though squeezed from between clenched