Chapter 595: Chapter 20: Farmer Spring Is a Bit Bitter
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Patrol robot Juliet One located the Resource Supply Center. The sharp blade it spun around with during patrol had been withdrawn. The pink, oval-shaped body of the robot darted through the Resource Supply Center for a moment but found no trace of Romeo One.
Juliet One slid out of Zone C’s Resource Supply Center and moved toward the rolling dunes. The sandy ground was smooth; the robot Juliet One glided over it as if it had taken flight, swift and light.
In the area where cattail once flourished most abundantly, amid 7-centimeter-tall stubs of cattail, Juliet One spotted the conspicuous black body of Romeo One in the sand.
"Romeo One, stop being emotional," Juliet One slid down from the dune, landing next to it.
"Juliet One, I’m not being emotional. I just feel that everyone is right; I am a useless robot, an outdated machine that should be phased out." Romeo One had been in service for more than twenty years since its development and deployment.
As a high-tech product, a robot with a history of more than twenty years was considered an antique.
Over the years, it had been inferior in all kinds of management compared to other zone’s robots. Even many students from Zone C would mock its capabilities. For instance, Wang Shuai often commented on the unchanging inventory on the central shelves. No wonder robots from the other zones would exclude and mock it.
Moreover, it was a shameful robot that shamelessly took credit for others’ work.
The robot Romeo One faced the neatly trimmed cattail stubs, its body shimmering with a dull glow, symbolizing its current low spirits.
"Do you mean to say that I should also be considered an outdated antique ready to be scrapped?" Juliet One retorted.
"No, you are an excellent battle robot. To this day, you are still the best among all battle robots," Romeo One was not merely flattering its partner. As the first generation of combat robots, Juliet One had honed its reactions and speed in numerous battles, which is what sets combat robots apart from management robots.
"Romeo One, have you ever complained about being left in Zone C? Unlike you, I don’t dislike Zone C. You have to know that Zone C has the vastest expanse of land. As a management robot, you’re not facing a desert but a virgin land that has not yet been fully exploited. Compared to Zones A and B, Zone C is like a self-made entrepreneur, while Zones B and A are like the second and third generation of the wealthy. What’s more valuable is that in our Zone C, there seems to have arrived a very interesting new student," Juliet moved in front of that patch of cattail.
A row of transparent serrated blades appeared on its body; upon closer inspection, they were different from the solid blades it displayed in front of the students during the day. They shimmered with a brilliant, golden color.
The blades smoothly sliced through the tips of the cattail, cutting off a neat section of stubble.
"!!" What surprised Romeo One was not Juliet’s blades, but the result after the blades did their job.
Only a few robots, including Romeo One, knew that Juliet One’s most formidable weapon in Zone C was not its mechanical blades but the Spiritual Energy Blade concealed within its body.
"Cutting ability almost identical to my Spiritual Energy Blade, yet it’s a primary student? Romeo One, you might want to check your testing system," Juliet One didn’t think an intermediate or advanced student would volunteer to help Romeo One in Zone C with such simple weeding tasks.
A red hue appeared on Romeo One’s body, but strangely it kept silent about Xiao Xian’s matter and silently moved back to the Resource Supply Center.
After the night comes the day.
These days, the first thing Zhang Yiyi does upon rising early each morning is to run down to the "Hami melon greenhouse" to check on the growth of the Hami melons.
Xiao Xian, however, was in no rush, having soaked in Silver-grade Space Water and with the excellent melon seeds left behind by Bai Juyi, the sprouting was just a matter of time.
"Xiao Xian," it was about two weeks later, when Zhang Yiyi ran upstairs as usual, out of breath and with a look of panic on her face.
"What’s wrong? Sprouting isn’t such a big deal," the cattails in Zone C had roughly been cleared, and Xiao Xian recently had more leisure in the mornings, so he focused on pondering new knitting patterns.
"It’s not about sprouting, our Hami melon greenhouse has been hit by a disaster," Zhang Yiyi got a fright early in the morning when she went downstairs and saw the mess.