Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!-Chapter 494: You’re Just a Robot; The Aura of a Big Shot

The wooden stick came down fiercely and rapidly, wielded with the full strength of a big man.

If it hit Qin Xin’s head, it would surely have burst.

However.

With one hand holding a box of mint seedlings and the other holding a basket of biscuits, Qin Xin raised the hand holding the basket of biscuits at the last moment and grabbed the stick.

In the next second.

"Crack——!"

She snapped the stick in half.

Wu Zhiming was left holding the remaining half of the stick, shaking his arm in pain, dumbfounded: "You... you..."

Qin Xin glanced back lightly: "So what if I am?"

Wu Zhiming looked her up and down, resolutely saying: "You’re a robot!"

Then, his eyes lit up as he stared at Qin Xin’s arm: "Quick, tell me, who customized your steel right arm? It’s installed so well, but mine failed..."

Wu Zhiming shook his other half-mangled arm, grinning in frustration.

Qin Xin looked at the messy-haired one-armed man in front of her, her eyebrows lightly furrowed: This mad scientist was truly obsessed with robot experiments, always seeing robots everywhere.

"Even if I told you, what use would it be? Didn’t you sign an agreement never to work on robot experiments again?"

Wu Zhiming rolled his eyes: "I’m experimenting on myself, it’s not a violation!"

Qin Xin calmly responded: "Not a violation, are you sure? Isn’t the number 1 racing car in A Continent modified by you?"

Wu Zhiming looked puzzled: "What racing car? I’m not interested in racing; I only want to create the perfect robot."

Qin Xin pulled out a mini drone the size of an egg from her pocket: "Here, this is broken. If you can fix it, I’ll believe you can create a perfect robot."

Wu Zhiming took it and fiddled with it for a while.

Qin Xin noticed that he was familiar with the machine’s structure, instantly identifying the fault, but his operation was slow.

His single hand was very slow and unsteady, constantly shaking, unable to perform intricate tasks, and thus couldn’t fix even this simple mini drone.

Sure enough.

After a few minutes of fussing, Wu Zhiming tossed the mini drone in frustration: "This piece of junk, I’m not interested, only real machines deserve my research!"

Qin Xin: "Real robots, huh... Like the racer Matthew? Was he modified by you?"

Wu Zhiming held his head, seemingly trying to recall: "Matthew... Matthew... that sounds familiar, where did I hear it? I don’t care; I’m not interested in people, I only want to create real robots... Let me see your steel arm!"

Qin Xin observed his state; he indeed didn’t seem normal, yet a bit different from a mental illness. More precisely, Wu Zhiming’s thinking seemed to be severely impacted, similar to how Huo Zhen and Qin Xiaoshuang couldn’t control their Tourette’s syndrome; Wu Zhiming couldn’t control his obsession with robots.

Is this really a mental illness, or just an obsession?

Wu Zhiming had become like this, with his hand shaking so badly that he couldn’t even fix a simple mini drone; could he really help with robot modification experiments?

Qin Xin, her face stern, grabbed the stick from Wu Zhiming’s hand once more and snapped it into four pieces.

Her imposing presence was intimidating even to someone as unstable as him.

Wu Zhiming shut his mouth.

Finally, she could quietly take a look around the courtyard and the house.

There were all sorts of mumbo-jumbo tools within Wu Zhiming’s activity range, but they were all child-like, lacking any technological substance.

However, there was a pot of tulips by his bedside, which caught Qin Xin’s eye.

Qin Xin’s brows furrowed tightly——

"Who gave you these flowers?"