“Pulonia, end sleep mode.
We are going to the Laboratory; it is time to work.”
Still holding the cup of coffee, Sandrone stepped out of the room and gave the order to Pulonia, who seemed to have been waiting by her side for a long time.
There was still a lot of work to be done, so she had to hurry.
she did not believe a word of what Columbina had left her on that note about “having a way to deal with the Doctor.”
With that…
simple brain of her, what kind of solution could she possibly come up with?
she probably just wanted her not to worry about her, and that there was no need to be so busy.
But she hadn’t really been that worried about her anyway; helping her was just…
just to challenge himself.
Scholars always want to tackle more difficult problems; that’s normal, right?
Besides, she had long found that guy, the Doctor, to be an eyesore.
she had collaborated with her on a few experimental studies, but the result was always the same: she dumped all the hard, tedious work on her, and when it came time to produce experimental results, she would just say, “A waste of time.”
Whose time was being wasted then?
Shouldn’t it be her own time?
Not to mention always misappropriating her research funding.
Thinking this, Sandrone snorted coldly, raised her hand, and took another sip of coffee.
At this moment, Pulonia finished its system self-check, walked over to Sandrone, extended its large hand, and waited solemnly for Sandrone to sit on it.
But Sandrone just turned around and did not sit on it as she usually did.
At this moment, there was not a hint of expression on her face.
“Heh, you’ve grown bold, haven’t you, Pulonia?
I don’t recall giving you an order to teach Columbina how to brew coffee, do I?”
Sandrone’s words, too, lacked any particular emotion, but at that light, airy remark, Pulonia’s massive mechanical body couldn’t help but tremble.
The next moment, Pulonia lowered its head, like a soldier who had made a mistake waiting for punishment from a superior.
Seeing this, Sandrone snorted softly, took another sip of the coffee in her hand, and as if thinking of something, the corners of her mouth curled up involuntarily.
she stepped forward and sat on Pulonia’s large hand.
“Fine, don’t put on that pitiful act.
If you were going to teach her, you could have at least taught her to brew it better.
This is probably the worst coffee I’ve had in the last few hundred years.
Let this be the last time.”
Pulonia had followed Sandrone for so many years and knew her personality inside and out.
Hearing her say this, it knew that Sandrone hadn’t intended to blame it.
It scratched the back of its head with its other large hand, which, combined with its massive frame, looked…
unexpectedly comical?
“Hmph…”
Sandrone raised her hand to take another sip of coffee, but it didn’t go as planned.
Looking down, she realized that the coffee in the cup had run out at some point.
After a moment of stunned silence, Sandrone instructed Pulonia.
It’s time to head out.”
Sandrone’s bedroom was in the innermost room on the east side of the second floor.
Pulonia carried her down the stairs to the first floor.
Sandrone told Pulonia to wait and scanned the area, wanting to find the Alain Giyodan manuscript she had been studying earlier that day.
Soon, she found it.
It was on a small table by the window.
Pulonia walked with Sandrone and stopped there.
Sandrone set down the empty coffee cup and picked up the manuscript, intending to study it properly on the way to the Laboratory.
But just as she was about to leave, she suddenly noticed a book with a pink cover not far from the manuscript.
Normally, Sandrone’s books were all about mechanical theory, and their covers were mostly black, white, or gray; some of the older ones didn’t even have covers at all.
So, this pink-covered book instantly caught Sandrone’s attention.
When did she get this book?
Puzzled, Sandrone gestured for Pulonia to bring the book over.
Only after examining it closely did Sandrone recall its origin.
It seems to be the novel that Columbina guy gave me?
I remember she even said that Arlecchino thought this novel was very good?
Really?
A person like Arlecchino wouldn’t even read something like a novel, would she?
How could she possibly say it was good?
However, this piqued Sandrone’s interest.
she set down Alain Giyodan’s manuscript, prepared to give it a good read on the way.
“Pulonia, go to the Laboratory.”
…
Because Sandrone’s time was extremely tight and she often studied various documents and materials even while traveling, Pulonia had been designed with this in mind from the very beginning; its stability was impeccable.
Now, it was just that the documents and materials that usually appeared in Sandrone’s hands had been replaced by a novel.
But Pulonia soon noticed something wrong.
Its master seemed a bit off today.
Ever since a moment ago, she had been very off.
Pulonia didn’t quite understand but didn’t dare to ask; it just walked toward the Laboratory even more silently and steadily.
On the other hand, why was Sandrone acting so strangely?
That was all because of this book!
Originally, when Columbina told her that even Arlecchino had praised this book, she had thought it would be some masterpiece full of twists and turns, thought-provoking, and capable of teaching the reader some great truths.
As it turned out, she didn’t know until she read it, but once she did…
this was simply…
vulgar!
Sandrone only read a few pages before slamming the book shut.
With her wisdom, she had guessed the plot of the rest of the book in less than a second.
Honestly…
How could Columbina buy a novel like this?
The point is, she bought it, but what was the meaning of giving it to me?
could it be that she is…
Damn it!
What on earth am I thinking?
That guy Columbina hardly understands anything; how could she have such intentions?
But…
but if that’s not the case, why did she give me this book?
Unknowingly, a flush of embarrassment and annoyance had appeared on Sandrone’s face.
she really wanted to throw the book by the side of the road now, but she never took action.
she even had a desire to continue reading it to the end.
her mind was filled with the scenes from the novel, only she had replaced the protagonist of the story with…
Aaaah!
Damn it!
Whoever wrote this novel, why is it so seductive?
Also, what am I thinking about?
It’s not possible that she also…
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
That guy Columbina has been so annoying since way back!
Joining my tea parties on her own, singing at my door on her own, idling about all day, doing nothing—and she has a whole bunch of her own problems to solve!
Getting involved with her has also inexplicably caused me to have a whole bunch of things to do.
It’s good enough that I don’t hate her; how could I possibly like her?
Now…
helping her now is just because I happen to have my own reasons to deal with the Doctor, just a collaboration.
When this matter is finished, she will have to pay me back bit by bit!
she, Sandrone, would rather starve to death, die out there, or jump from the highest point of the Winter Palace than ever fall in love with Columbina!
At…
at most, I just take her as a friend.
Aaaah!
How hateful!
Arlecchino, how could you say this book is good?
Where is it good?
Also, how can such a vulgar book be on the market?
If I find out which bookstore dares to sell this kind of book, I will definitely have it shut down!
Aaaah!
Columbina!
Sandrone scratched her head in annoyance.
No, I must go ask Columbina what on earth she means by this!
“Pulonia, don’t go to the Laboratory yet.
Take me to Columbina’s place!”