The Strong Female Lead Versus The Most Miserable Male Lead

Chapter 29: Chapter 29 The Talkative Rubble

Nian Shutong ignored Rubble trying to console himself. She walked around the robot twice, noting its ugly appearance, marred with rust and a patchwork vibe.

But that was secondary.

“Rubble, can it be used now?”

That was the question Nian Shutong cared about. She had had enough of working; being tired was secondary, it was mainly about the money lost.

No money, no seeds. No seeds, no cultivation resources or food to eat.

The consequences would be grave.

Rubble, sitting on the ground and having finished consoling himself, looked earnestly at Nian Shutong and said, “Ms. Nian Shutong, please do not doubt Rubble’s abilities. Rubble is part of the great Mechanical Clan. Our legacy spans over billions of years…”

“Cut the crap! Does it work or not?” Nian Shutong’s slightly louder tone startled Rubble again, causing his voice to tremble with a hint of grievance.

“What Rubble builds, works well.”

Nian Shutong felt her temples throbbing and glanced at Rubble without saying a word.

It better work well!

“How do you use it?” Nian Shutong asked again.

“Um?” Rubble’s large head tilted in confusion as he said, “You open it with your hand, operate it with your mind.”

Nian Shutong clenched her fist, spiritual energy surging, desperately wanting to punch and knock down Rubble—for talking so infuriatingly!

“Ms. Nian Shutong, are you getting angry? Anger is detrimental to health and could further damage your already less-than-beautiful appearance. Please, stay calm. The more you look at Rubble, cute and clever as he is, the happier you will be.” The way Rubble added fuel to the fire actually made Nian Shutong laugh.

She abruptly turned her head to look at Fu Yunhe, who was enjoying the show from the side, her smile growing wider.

Fu Yunhe, who followed the principle of not dragging down his companions, hadn’t expected the battle to reach his doorstep. The smile on Nian Shutong’s face made his hair stand on end.

“Hey!” He greeted as calmly as he could manage.

Nian Shutong walked over with her hands behind her back, and her smile broadening as she looked at Fu Yunhe, “I’ll leave the communication with Rubble to you. I just want answers.”

Having said that, Nian Shutong walked away and into the small wooden house first.

Fu Yunhe watched Nian Shutong’s retreating figure and sighed, “Trouble is never fun to watch, especially when it’s Nian Shutong’s trouble.”

“Where’s the trouble? Why can’t Rubble see it?”

Fu Yunhe slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at Rubble, who was turning his head in search for the “trouble.”

“Rubble.” Fu Yunhe called out, and Rubble squatted down, but he seemed to have a misunderstanding about his own body size.

His knee, just as he squatted, jutted out and accidentally bumped into the lounge chair where Fu Yunhe was seated.

With a “duang,” Fu Yunhe found himself looking up at the sky, admiring the blue skies and clouds.

The next second, an oversized, somewhat cute skull appeared right above Fu Yunhe.

“Do you need help? Rubble can call Ms. Nian Shutong over,” Rubble offered.

Fu Yunhe’s eyes narrowed as he spoke, “You help me up.”

He didn’t dare call for Nian Shutong.

Rubble above seemed to be facing a quandary. He extended a shimmering golden finger and pointed at himself, “Rubble is an intelligent being, very fragile, and we must not blur the distinctions of contact between genders. Rubble cannot have intimate physical contact with other women.”

What the hell? Who’s the woman? And why are you a male robot?

Fu Yunhe glanced at Rubble’s waist area, unable to determine anything, wondering how they differentiate.

Fu Yunhe had given up on the hope of being helped up and slowly stood up by himself, saying:

“Funny that, I’m also an intelligent being, even weaker than you.”

“Really? But you’re so ugly, you don’t look as good as Rubble.” After saying this, Rubble also stood up and spun around in place.

“And your intelligence doesn’t seem that high. Look at the robot Rubble made; Rubble is very useful.”

Fu Yunhe first sat up and then waved Rubble over.

Obediently, Rubble squatted, this time without a collision. @@novelbin@@

Fu Yunhe smiled meaningfully and said to Rubble, “Talk less, work more.”

“That’s not correct. Rubble needs to pass on knowledge, teach others through words; Rubble cannot talk less. Moreover, Rubble is not meant for physical labor.” Rubble stood up, disagreeing.

Just as he finished standing, a wooden stick was thrown out of the window of the small wooden house, exploding right between Fu Yunhe and Rubble.

“Brilliant!”