The Whole of Northwestern Shanxi is in Chaos

"Yaa—!!!"

Alice screamed, covering herself with her clothes before ducking behind Kraft.

"No! David! Let me explain!"

Kraft, sweat beading on his forehead, grabbed Fatty Liao, who was trying to leave the studio. If he let him leave now, there would be no way to clear this up!

"What explanation could there possibly be in a situation like this!"

Fatty Liao looked at Kraft's flimsy excuse with a mix of grief and indignation.

"I always thought you just hadn't awakened yet, but I never expected you to have that kind of taste! This is truly… pfft! Truly despicable!"

"It's not like that!"

Kraft, his face darkening, tried to explain, but Quinn, that stupid dog, suddenly spoke up.

"Shocking! Big Brother's bad deeds have been discovered!"

"What nonsense are you spouting, meow! You stupid dog!"

Bear couldn't help but swat at the idiot, only adding to the chaos!

"See! Even your dog says you're up to no good!"

Fatty Liao pointed at Quinn, who had just spoken, then froze.

"Your dog can talk?! And there's a cat too!!!"

The slow-to-realize Fatty Liao jumped up, staring with wide eyes at the cat and dog beside them.

"Ah, oops, we've been found out, meow… It's all your fault, you stupid dog!"

Bear swatted Quinn again, complaining.

"Ah… my head hurts…" Kraft pressed his forehead, feeling a throbbing pain in his head.

In short, the scene descended into chaos.

After a period of pandemonium, Kraft finally managed to explain the whole story to Fatty Liao.

By then, Alice had also finished getting dressed in a corner. Wiping her tears, she came to Kraft's side and sobbed, "Then, Brother, I'll go prepare dinner for you."

"Mm, just make something simple. Don't worry, this fatso has bad eyesight, and I blocked his view in time," Kraft said with a wry smile, rubbing her head and comforting her softly.

"Ah woo…" Alice choked back a sob and nodded, then lowered her head and quickly left towards the kitchen.

Seeing their interaction, Fatty Liao's gaze towards Kraft turned sinister.

"It's too cunning that only you get to enjoy a robot maid!"

The fatso still hadn't given up on getting a robot maid from Kraft.

"Alice isn't a maid, she's my sister!"

Kraft stated very seriously to Fatty Liao.

Seeing Kraft's serious expression, Fatty Liao blinked. "You're serious?" He knew Kraft very well; it was difficult for him to acknowledge even a normal person, let alone a robot. Although Fatty Liao had been trying to pull Kraft into the "pervert" camp during their jokes, he was the last person to believe that Kraft would be tempted by a robot he built himself.

Kraft sighed and briefly recounted what had happened earlier.

"Regardless, Alice was created by me, so naturally, I have to take good care of her."

"Brother in name, father in reality?" Fatty Liao's thought process was also quite unusual, otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten along with Kraft. However, he quickly became excited again. "Doesn't that mean Kraft, you've created life? That's the realm of gods!"

"Artificial intelligence, who knows," Kraft shrugged indifferently. Gods or not, he wasn't interested. He was an atheist, even though he had witnessed beings with god-like power in his dreams.

"You're too calm about this," Fatty Liao clicked his tongue, having grown somewhat accustomed to Kraft's understated displays of coolness.

"It's a shame you won't film these amazing inventions. The Clever Hands Channel would be even more popular!"

Kraft rolled his eyes. "Do you want me to be visited by the FBI?"

"Yeah, if the American government found out about this, they'd probably lock you up and exploit you."

As Kraft's good friend, Fatty Liao naturally didn't have a good impression of America either, he just wasn't as extreme as Kraft.

"But this time, at least film something useful!" Fatty Liao changed the subject. "That solar-powered flashlight, the shoe-shaped shaver before, they were interesting, but not many people bought them! You have the Dream Toy Company making money for you, but I'm relying on the Clever Hands Channel to live!"

"Doesn't the Clever Hands Channel still have ad revenue?" Kraft frowned. "Your share should be enough for you to live comfortably, right? Did Uncle Liao find your stash again?"

A middle schooler's expenses aren't that high. Fatty Liao, as the person who runs the Clever Hands Channel daily, doesn't get a huge cut, but it's definitely enough. In fact, Kraft originally wanted to give all the revenue from the Clever Hands Channel to Fatty Liao, but he refused, calling it the bottom line of a shrewd businessman.

"It's just… it's just that I've started dating a new girlfriend, so my expenses have been a bit high lately…"

Fatty Liao replied shyly.

Kraft rolled his eyes. "What's the point of having a girlfriend at our age when we can't do anything?"

Kraft, who pursued practicality and efficiency, couldn't understand Fatty Liao's hobbies in this area.

"You science-obsessed freak can't understand great love!"

Fatty Liao looked at him with disdain and pride.

"Your so-called love is getting dumped by a girl six times in one year?"

"Five times! Only five times! The sixth time was on New Year's Day! That was already the second year!"

Kraft repeated in a monotone voice, "Oh... so it was five times."

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"...Let's start filming then!"

Fatty Liao, finding himself in an awkward situation, clapped his hands and forcibly changed the subject.

"No rush, I need to eat first!"

Kraft generally agreed to his good friend Fatty Liao's requests, as long as they weren't too unreasonable. So, he used the weekend to film the creation process of a few interesting and practical props, making a few extra as inventory. How to edit and sell them later was Fatty Liao's job.

Since these little gadgets weren't technically difficult, Kraft found the making process quite relaxing. He also managed to unwind a bit during these two days of filming.

"Let's go to the music festival next weekend. You really need to relax, man."

After finishing filming, Fatty Liao put away his camera and patted Kraft's shoulder, urging him.

"Yeah, I know."

Kraft pinched the bridge of his nose. Even if Fatty Liao hadn't said anything, he was planning to take a break. He'd been spending too much time in the lab lately, and his mind was feeling sluggish. He'd only managed to keep going this long on sheer willpower. Now that he was finally relaxing, the overwhelming fatigue made him sleep until noon for the past two days.

He suddenly understood why those scientists wanted to conduct human enhancement experiments.

Kraft smacked his lips, but he still had no intention of participating.

"Music festival? Can big brother bring me along?"

After two days of adjustment, Alice could finally speak normally in front of Fatty Liao. However, she was still too shy to make eye contact with him, and even when talking, she kept her head down, staring at the ground.

This, however, only amplified Fatty Liao's fondness for her. It resulted in him looking at Kraft with envy, jealousy, and hatred for the past two days.

So, before Kraft could even speak, Fatty Liao jumped up and slapped his chest, agreeing readily. "Of course, no problem! I'll take care of the tickets!"

"Can I go too? Bring me along!"

Quinn, that silly dog, also came running over to join the fun.

"Uh... this... this..." Fatty Liao looked troubled. "Music festivals generally don't allow pets."

"F**k! This is racial discrimination!"