In order not to let Xiang Shirong's smart head silly, An Nan had to stay and take care of him. Fortunately, his roommate had moved out of the dormitory long ago, so An Nan would not disturb others even if she stayed.

An Nan took off Xiang Shirong's glasses, found his towel, wiped his face, and saw his face up close. An Nan unexpectedly found that although this guy's face was pale, his skin was very delicate, and there were almost no pores on his face and there were no flaws. Such skin conditions made many girls envious and jealous.

Even the two dark circles under his eyes did not hinder his good skin.

After watching An Nan for a long time, he looked at his face all over, but he found that he was not that ugly either.

Xiang Shirong was so sick that he was dizzy. In a daze, he felt that someone was touching his forehead and wiping his face with a hot towel, which made him feel much better.

As an orphan, he never enjoyed the treatment of being taken care of when he was sick, but now he really experienced it and a heat in his heart.

He struggled to open his eyes, looked at An Nan who was twisting a towel beside him, and whispered: "An Nan?"

Seeing that he was almost dizzy, but he was still forcing him to talk to him, An Nan hurriedly said to him: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Xiang Shirong felt that his whole body was hot, a little dizzy and a little dry mouth, but it was not a big deal, so he said, "I want to... drink water."

An Nan immediately got a cup of hot water and fed it to him.

"There's nothing else? Then you should go to bed quickly and have a good sleep. When the fever subsides tomorrow, the disease will be cured." An Nan comforted.

Maybe An Nan's voice was too gentle, or maybe he could no longer hold on. Xiang Shirong quickly closed his eyes and couldn't help but fall asleep. However, his consciousness was completely asleep. The last An Nan who he had seen before closing his eyes was still looking at him gently, but it was deeply engraved in his heart. Even if he recovered from illness, he would occasionally find memories to recall them in the days to come.

When An Nan saw that he finally fell asleep, she breathed a sigh of relief. She actually didn't like to take care of the sick, but Xiang Shirong was young and the main person in charge of the project she invested in, she couldn't help but treat him as her younger brother. After all, this kid is quite pitiful.

After getting idle, An Nan had the intention to look at Xiang Shirong's dormitory. After his roommate moved out, he was the only one living here.

He does not have the bad habit of ordinary boys that are not hygienic. The dormitory is clean and tidy, and everything is placed where it should be, without any distraction.

The ones that are most popular in Xiang Shirong are books, all kinds of books and all majors. An Nan couldn't help but sigh. No wonder Xiang Shirong was able to write papers for students in various majors. It turned out that he had a wide range of knowledge and was well-informed.

But the dormitory was so neat, but Xiang Shirong himself was unkempt. Although his clothes were clean, his hair was long and messy, he felt bad. No wonder he was easily bullied. If he hadn't known him, no one would be willing to be friends with him. But if he had known him and his true character, those who were like-minded with him would be attracted to him - just like his team members who came to study smart home robots together.

Sure enough, she was young and had strong resilience. Xiang Shirong woke up the next day and his fever subsided. Because he had enough rest for a night, he was very energetic and soon returned to the studio and devoted himself to the research with great enthusiasm.

...

Time is like a long wing, flying by.

Half a year later, Xiang Shirong's project has made great progress, and the prototype of the robot has been made. It only needs to be optimized and improved to be put into production.

An Nan also entered her senior year, without any courses, she just needed to complete the internship, so she spent all day in Xiang Shirong's studio.

"Doraemon, please make a cup of coffee for me." An Nan said to the 1.5-meter-high silver robot next to the desk.

The silver robot's black eyes flashed, making a metallic sound, saying, "Yes, master, would you like iced coffee or hot?"

"I'm so cold, Doraemon, I only drink iced coffee, have you forgotten?" An Nan said to Doraemon with a smile, deliberately teasing it.

Doraemon answered seriously: "Master, I'm a routine inquiry. If you want me to remember, you can write the fact that 'Master only drinks iced coffee' into my central code."

An Nan said helplessly: "Okay, OK, Doraemon, you are really as long-winded as a real person. I will let Xiang Shirong write my habits into your loyal code. Now you can make coffee for me quickly."

"Okay, master." Doraemon left.

Xiang Shirong, who was outside the office, watched Doraemon walk out neatly, bypassed various obstacles and entered the tea room, then said to An Nan, who was slumped on the sofa, and said, "Is Doraemon's experience good? Are you satisfied?"

An Nan said with a smile: "It's not bad. He can bring tea and water, sweep the floor and cook, massage and shampoo the hair... It can help me with it, and it's more considerate than a nanny."

Xiang Shirong's face suddenly became soft, and he seemed to have a smile, saying, "The feedback from others is also good, so this robot can be sold to Volkswagen after the last test."

"Is it finally time to gain? Don't you have to work so hard anymore, right?" An Nan's eyes lit up. In the past six months, she has been a dozen workaholic mothers and dealing with various trivial matters. She is so annoyed that she is doubting her life. Although she has hired several employees to help her later, she is in charge and has to worry about everything, so she is also tired. Now that the finished product has finally come out, she can breathe a little and take a break.

Xiang Shirong smiled at her, and his eyes covered by his glasses seemed to be lit up, emitting a dazzling light. An Nan knew that it was a confident self-confidence.

...

An Nan brought Doraemon back to An's house. She basically doesn't go back to school now, so she lives home.

When An’s father and mother came back from work, Doraemon appeared at the door, scanned An’s father and mother with his eyes and said: “Two adult humans, one male and one female, male humans are 1.83 meters tall and weigh 73 kilograms…”

When An's mother saw Doraemon, she heard the sound of it reporting various values ​​in her body. She was shocked, clenched An's father's hand, and said nervously: "What's going on?"

When An Nan heard her voice, he hurriedly ran out and said to An’s father and mother: “My mom and dad, this is a smart home robot developed by our company, called Doraemon, and is very capable.”

Then he said to Doraemon: "Doraemon, this is my father and mother, and the owner of the family. If you record their situation well, you don't need to scan and test it again next time."

“Yes, Master.”
Chapter completed!