Chapter 34 Part 1 一 The time has come for the face-slapping moments of the Mecha Conference.
Early in the morning, Bai Ruogu was sleeping soundly when a small ball suddenly fell onto his collarbone with a “pop.”
The small ball gradually softened, turning into a pancake-like shape, and began to roll continuously, becoming thinner and wrapping around his shoulders and neck…
In his sleep, Bai Ruogu felt a heat around his neck, and aside from the stifling sensation, it seemed like something was moving.
He mumbled in his sleep and turned over.
The small ball paused, looking at its own body with a somewhat puzzled expression.
It could sense that this tactile sensation hadn’t reached its threshold, and through calculations, it concluded that what was lacking was force.
How to increase friction?
…Reduce the contact area.
The entire structure and data of the small ball were displayed in space, tracing the process from the result backward.
A ray of sunlight shone in from outside, and the small ball blinked, its blue body deforming, producing many tiny, dense spikes at the points of contact with the skin…
The small ball looked down at Bai Ruogu’s face, its body continuing to slide, the spikes rubbing against his skin like brush bristles, feeling satisfied.
The small ball closed its eyes contentedly.
The small ball was quite pleased, but Bai Ruogu was rudely awakened by the scraping sensation. He grabbed the small ball covered in tiny spikes and met its large eyes.
The small ball seemed to know it had done something wrong, blinking as if apologizing.
Bai Ruogu’s heart softened instantly, and he sighed, rubbing his forehead.
“It’s okay, I’m fine. Just be gentler next time.”
With that, he placed the small ball back on his body and returned to bed to continue sleeping.
The small ball paused, confirmed that Bai Ruogu had fallen asleep again, and then quietly crawled back up, transforming into a puddle of soft mud and rolling around.
However, this time it was much gentler.
This project was just a warm-up for Bai Ruogu, all the principles he used were within the standard scope.
In his mind, he had grand plans for construction, predicting that once this show aired, it would have a significant impact on this planet.
The next project was crucial, and he spent five or six days preparing materials.
During this time, the production team, for the sake of ratings, gave him some special privileges. Bai Ruogu could exchange his creations for relatively low-value items, limited to three times a day.
Countless white, square-shelled objects were created and placed on the soil outside, arranged at specific distances.
The audience, watching for many days, speculated about what these objects were.
[We learned something like this in our architecture class. These things seem to project small houses, the kind you can live in.]
[I looked it up. They are indeed used for construction, but the difficulty level is extremely high. It usually requires a team to design it together, considering every aspect, to build something as small as a tent.]
[As a graduate student working on an architecture thesis, I can tell you that no one usually chooses this topic. It’s incredibly difficult! Just inputting a small floor tile in a room takes ages, let alone sockets, light bulbs, walls—it’s practically impossible.]
[Wow! Can I just say, what a master! He dares to tackle such a complex field.]
[Forgive my ignorance. I previously complained about how long it took just to break the shell, but now I see… Father, I bow to you! This is simply beyond ordinary human capability.]
Bai Ruogu, lacking in physical strength, felt exhausted after moving just three or four pieces. Seeing this, the two assistants eagerly took over his work and pushed him into a chair to rest.
Ji An’an even provided some fruit mint tea on the side, and after ensuring Bai Ruogu was settled, hurried to join Zong Ran in taking over the work.
Lying on the chair, Bai Ruogu turned his head and smiled at Su Mou, “You did this on purpose.”
Usually, Su Mou would be there to help with heavy lifting, but today, he deliberately stayed still.
Su Mou, expressionless, mechanically responded.
“They depend on you for success, so they need to contribute their labor.”
Bai Ruogu lowered his eyes, shook his head, and sighed with a light laugh.
At that moment, he felt like a pair of hands were pressing on his waist through his clothes.
Su Mou had somehow moved behind him, using wind to simulate hands that pressed with appropriate force. His voice, mimicking that of an adult male, was low.
“Does it still hurt?”
Bai Ruogu’s eyelashes fluttered, his gaze soft, and his voice clear, “Much better.”
“I request that you refrain from physical labor in the future. Even walking consumes energy.”
Bai Ruogu nodded, his tone light, “Alright, as you command.”
. . . . .
In the imperial capital of planet Ruogu.
Today was a special day, a grand festival dedicated to mechas!
On this day, the entire nation celebrated grandly as prominent figures from the Interstellar Federation gathered in the royal city of planet Ruogu.
On this day, the power dynamics within the mecha industry underwent a major reshuffle. Representatives from all major mecha families attended, and many matters were redistributed.
In the past, even when there were changes on Mecha Day, they were not significant. At most, a major family might fall, and an emerging family would take its place.
However, last year, during the resistance against foreign enemies, a large number of mechas on the front lines were hit in critical areas, leading to their disintegration, putting countless soldiers in peril.
In fact, the production steps of the mecha families were quite similar, and many sales channels led to the military. Given the current situation, everyone was anxious.
After an analysis by the Imperial Research Institute, it was highly likely that the enemy had mastered core technology to break through mechas. A reform in mecha technology was urgently needed.
This conference was of extraordinary significance. Many high-ranking officials from the empire participated, and even the Marshal himself attended to select new mecha models and suppliers.
Outside the gates of the royal city, a luxurious and spacious black aircraft landed at the entrance. The door opened, reflecting a silver gleam.
A man in a silver-gray suit stepped out of the vehicle, walking with an air of authority. His short black hair was neatly styled.
The guards on either side bowed and respectfully greeted, “Good day, Mr. Bai.”
Bodyguards also disembarked from the aircraft and followed behind. Bai Luxi raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Hello everyone.”