All of Northwest Shanxi Was in Chaos

"Eek—!!!"

Alice screamed, shielding herself with her clothes before shrinking behind Craft.

"No! David! Listen to my explanation!"

Cold sweat covered Craft's forehead as he grabbed Fatty Liao, who was about to leave the workshop. If he let him walk out like this, there would really be no explaining it!

"What could you possibly explain in a situation like this?!"

Faced with Craft's excuses, Fatty Liao wore an expression of grief and indignation.

"I always thought you just hadn't awakened to these things yet. I never expected you to have this kind of kink! It's so envi—ptui! So utterly disgraceful!"

"It's not like that!"

Craft tried to explain with a dark expression, but that stupid dog Quinn suddenly spoke up.

"Holy crap! Big bro's bad deeds got exposed!"

"What nonsense are you barking, you stupid dog?!" Bear snapped.

Bear couldn't help swiping a paw at that idiot. He was only making things worse!

"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!!!"

Only then did Fatty Liao react. He jumped up and stared wide-eyed at the cat and dog nearby.

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

Bear swiped Quinn with her paw again and complained.

"Ah... My head hurts..." Craft pressed a hand to his forehead, feeling a throbbing pain in his skull.

In short, the scene was a complete mess.

After a chaotic scramble, Craft finally explained the whole situation to Fatty Liao.

By then, Alice had gotten dressed in the corner. Wiping away her tears, she came over to Craft's side and sniffled, "Then, big brother, I'll go make dinner."

"Mm, just make something simple. Don't worry, this fat guy's eyesight isn't very good, and I covered you up in time."

Craft gave a bitter smile, rubbed her head, and comforted her softly.

"Okay..." Alice nodded through her sobs, then lowered her head and hurried off toward the kitchen.

Seeing the interaction between the two, Fatty Liao's gaze at Craft turned sinister.

"You're the only one getting to enjoy a robot maid. That's way too sneaky!"

That damn fatso still hadn't given up on trying to mooch a robot maid off Craft.

"Alice isn't a maid. She's my little sister!"

Craft emphasized this to Fatty Liao with an extremely serious expression.

Seeing how serious Craft looked, Fatty Liao paused. "You mean that for real?"

He knew Craft very well. It was difficult enough to get him to acknowledge an ordinary person, let alone a robot. Although Fatty Liao had always joked about pulling Craft into the LSP camp, if anyone said Craft could be seduced by a robot he had made himself, Fatty Liao would be the first not to believe it.

Craft sighed and briefly explained what had happened before.

"No matter what, Alice was made by me. Naturally, I have to take good care of her."

"A brother in name, but really a father?"

Fatty Liao's thought process wasn't exactly normal either. Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up becoming friends with Craft.

But he soon grew excited again. "Doesn't that mean you created a life, Craft? That's the domain of gods!"

"Who knows about artificial intelligence?"

Craft shrugged indifferently. Gods or not, he had no interest in that sort of thing. He was an atheist, even if he had encountered beings with godlike power in dreams.

"You're way too calm about this, aren't you?"

Fatty Liao smacked his lips. He was already somewhat used to Craft's effortless showing off.

"It's a shame you refuse to film these amazing inventions for videos. Otherwise, Clever Hands Channel would definitely become even more popular!"

Craft rolled his eyes. "Do you want the FBI knocking on my door?"

"True. If the American government found out about this stuff, they'd probably lock you up and exploit you."

To become Craft's good friend, Fatty Liao naturally didn't have much goodwill toward America either. He just wasn't as extreme as Craft.

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

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

A middle schooler's usual expenses weren't high. As the person handling Clever Hands Channel's daily operations, Fatty Liao's cut wasn't large, but it was definitely more than enough.

Actually, Craft had initially wanted to give all of Clever Hands Channel's earnings to Fatty Liao, but he had refused. In his words, that was the bottom line of a profiteer.

"Well... well, I got another girlfriend, so my expenses have been a little high lately..."

Fatty Liao answered sheepishly.

Craft rolled his eyes wildly. "We can't even do anything at our age. What's the point of getting a girlfriend?"

Craft, who pursued practicality and efficiency, simply couldn't understand Fatty Liao's hobby in this regard.

"You science maniac could never understand the greatness of love!"

Fatty Liao looked down on him with an arrogant expression.

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

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

Craft repeated in a completely flat tone, "Oh... so it was five times."

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

Having fallen into an awkward situation, Fatty Liao clapped his hands and forcibly changed the subject.

"No rush. I'm eating first!"

As for requests from his friend Fatty Liao, Craft would generally agree as long as they weren't too outrageous. So, using the weekend, he filmed the production process of several interesting and practical gadgets, making a few extra as stock as well. As for editing and selling them afterward, that was Fatty Liao's job.

Since these little gadgets weren't particularly technical, Craft made them quite easily. He considered the two days of filming a chance to relax a little.

"Let's go to a music festival next weekend. You need to unwind properly."

After filming wrapped up, Fatty Liao put away the camera, patted Craft on the shoulder, and urged him.

"Mm, I know."

Craft rubbed the bridge of his nose. Even without Fatty Liao saying so, he had planned to rest for a while. He had spent too long cooped up in the lab lately, and his spirits had started to flag. He had only held on for so long through sheer momentum. Now that he had relaxed, the constantly surging fatigue had left him sleeping until noon for the past two days.

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

Craft smacked his lips, but still had no intention of getting involved.

"A music festival? Big brother, can you take me too?"

After two days to recover, Alice was finally able to speak normally in front of Fatty Liao. However, she was still too embarrassed to meet his eyes. Even while talking, she kept her head lowered, staring at the floor.

Yet this only struck Fatty Liao's cute spot even harder, leaving his gaze toward Craft over the past two days filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment.

So before Craft could even speak, he jumped up, pounded his chest, and agreed, "Of course! Leave the tickets to me!"

"Can I go too? Take me with you!"

That stupid dog Quinn also ran over to join the commotion.

"Uh... that..." Fatty Liao looked troubled. "Pets generally aren't allowed at music festivals."

"Fxxk! This is racial discrimination!"