The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 24: Chapter 24 Rubble

Nian Shutong withdrew her hand and looked at the robot in front of her, who was over two meters tall and glittering with golden color.

She thought… it looked very much like a skull.

“Do you go by Rubble?”

“Hello, Rubble’s full name is Vasily Azimovich Shalibadra.”

Listening to this name, which was more of a tongue twister than a cultivation method mnemonic, Nian Shutong decided to ignore it and said, “Let’s just stick with Rubble.”

“Rubble, what can you do?”

“Hello, Rubble is proficient in physics, mathematics, chemistry, astronomy, mechanics…”

“Stop!” Nian Shutong, not understanding any of these subjects, simply called a halt and asked, “Can you farm?”

Rubble, the skull, with its deep eye sockets, the eyes inside turning slightly, replied forcefully, “No.”

“No?” Nian Shutong looked at Rubble with an unclear expression.

Rubble tilted its head slightly, not quite understanding Nian Shutong’s gaze.

But the Mechanical Clan’s nature led him to ask, “Are you staring at Rubble because Rubble is too good-looking? However, Rubble cannot have feelings with humans, especially the ugly ones. Please restrain yourself.”

Restrain?

Nian Shutong felt that she really needed to restrain her urge to punch someone.

Also, who wanted to have feelings with you? She felt that compared to Rubble, she was not ugly at all.

Okay, maybe she was a little ugly, but once she reached a certain level of cultivation, she was sure to undergo a transformation!

Nian Shutong gave Rubble an even more unfriendly look, but before she could speak, Rubble spoke again.

“There’s a glint in your eyes, after Rubble’s analysis, it might be glaucoma or another eye disease. Please seek treatment immediately to avoid blindness.”

Nian Shutong completely ignored what Rubble had said, deciding to first see what it could do… Hehehe!

“Rubble, what do you mean by Mechanical Clan?”

“Hello, we are part of a High-class Race, possessing our own technological civilization, but we have difficulties in reproduction, severely lacking in population.”

Difficulties?

Nian Shutong thought it might be because you’re too verbally venomous, getting wiped out is also a possibility.

“Alright, now you listen to me, got a problem with that?”

Rubble, the skull head gently rotating melodically, replied, “If what you ask me to do is wrong, should Rubble still do it?”

“Not should, but absolutely must. Was I the one who saved you? What do you think?” Nian Shutong sounded like a bad woman coaxing a child, persuasively sweet.

Rubble nodded its head up and down, looking at Nian Shutong, “Alright, the Mechanical Clan knows gratitude and how to repay favors, even though your appearance is not great, Rubble can endure.”

Hehe… Thanks for that!

You can endure, Nian Shutong was afraid she couldn’t!

“Follow me, let’s start clearing the land.” Nian Shutong demonstrated in the front, with Rubble following behind.

She bent down, Rubble bent down.

She picked up a rock, Rubble mimicked the motion exactly, perfectly replicating it, but its hands were empty.

Nian Shutong put down the rock, Rubble put down the imaginary rock.

Nian Shutong turned around, Rubble turned around.

“What are you doing?” Just after Nian Shutong asked, she heard the same words from Rubble, the intonation perfectly replicated.

“What are you doing?”

Exactly the same.

Nian Shutong slapped her own head.

“Dang—” Rubble, in the same manner, slapped its own forehead.

“Stop! Stop imitating me!” Nian Shutong yelled to stop, seeing Rubble about to copy her again, she stepped forward and grabbed Rubble’s arm.

“It’s over, stop imitating.”

Rubble finally got it, straightening its body, waiting for Nian Shutong’s arrangement. @@novelbin@@

“Rubble, it’s not about copying my movements, but actually doing the work. Move real rocks.”

Nian Shutong picked up a rock, turning to place it on Rubble’s arm.

“Open your hands!”

Rubble obediently stretched out its arms, and Nian Shutong placed the rock on them.

“Duang—” The rock fell, bending Rubble’s arm.

“The Mechanical Clan is not suited for physical labor, we are mere transporters of knowledge,” Rubble said, a bent hand lifted as if to block something.

“The sunlight is rather harsh, long exposure is detrimental for Rubble to maintain beauty and a clear mind, Rubble needs rest.”

Nian Shutong, looking at her money and effort spent on fixing this good-for-nothing Number Two, waved dismissively and pointed to a shaded area, “Go stand over there!”

“Alright, standing around is what Rubble is best at.”