The wooden stick was fierce and urgent, and it was swung down with the strength of a big man's whole body.

If it hits the top of Qin Xin's head, it will inevitably explode.

However.

Qin Xin was holding the box for planting mint seedlings in one hand and the biscuit basket in the other, but in the electric light, he raised his hand carrying the biscuit basket and grabbed the wooden stick.

The next second.

"Click——!" Bang.

Directly broke the wooden stick.

Wu Zhiming pinched the broken half of the wooden stick in his hand, shook his arm that was shocked and painful, and was dumbfounded: "You...... You ......"

Qin Xin looked back lightly: "What about me?" ”

Wu Zhiming looked her up and down, and said categorically: "You are a robot!" ”

Immediately, his eyes lit up, staring at Qin Xin's arm: "Tell me quickly, who customized your steel right arm for you?" It's so good that I'm failing......"

Wu Zhiming shook his other half-cut arm, bared his teeth and grinned, frustrated.

Qin Xin looked at the one-armed man with unkempt hair in front of him, and frowned slightly: This Frankenstein is really obsessed with robot experimental subjects, and he looks like a robot anytime and anywhere.

"What's the use of me telling you? Didn't you sign an agreement not to be a robot test subject for life? ”

Wu Zhiming rolled his eyes: "I experimented with myself, and I didn't foul!" ”

Qin Xin said quietly: "No foul, are you sure?" Didn't you modify the No. 1 car in Continent A? ”

Wu Zhiming looked dazed: "What car?" I'm not interested in racing, I just want to build the perfect robot. ”

Qin Xin took out a mini aerial photography robot the size of an egg from his pocket: "Oh, this one is broken, if you can fix it, I believe you will build a perfect robot." ”

Wu Zhiming took it and fiddled with one arm for a long time.

Qin Xin noticed that he was very familiar with the structure of the machine, and he could see where the fault was at a glance, but he couldn't keep up with the operation.

One hand is very sluggish and inflexible, and it is still shaking, and it is impossible to perform fine movements at all, and it is impossible to repair this simple aerial photography robot.

Really.

After fiddling with it for a few minutes, Wu Zhiming angrily threw away the mini aerial photography robot: "What kind of is this, I'm not interested, only real robots are worthy of my research!" ”

Qin Xin: "Is it a real robot...... Matthew the racer? Did you modify it? ”

Wu Zhiming covered his head, as if he was desperately recalling: "Matthew...... Matthew...... It's familiar, where have you heard of it? I don't care, I'm not interested in people, I just want to build real robots...... Show me your iron arm! ”

Qin Xin observed his state, it was indeed not like a normal person, but it was a little different from mental illness, more precisely, Wu Zhiming's thinking seemed to have been hit by some kind of serious blow, just like Huo Zhen and Qin Xiaoshuang couldn't control their Tourette's disease, Wu Zhiming couldn't control his attachment to robots.

Is this really a mental illness? Or is it a paranoia?

Wu Zhiming is sick like this, his hands are shaking so badly, he can't even repair the simplest aerial photography robot, can he still help people do robot modification experiments.

Qin Xin calmed his face, snatched the wooden stick from Wu Zhiming's hand, and broke the wooden stick again, breaking the wooden stick into four pieces.

This big guy's momentum is very deterrent even for neuropathy.

Wu Zhiming shut up.

She could finally look around the yard and the house quietly.

I saw that Wu Zhiming's range of activities was full of messy gadgets, but they were all the same as playing at home, and there was no scientific and technological content.

However, there was a pot of tulips at the head of his bed, which made Qin Xin look at it twice.

Qin Xin's eyebrows tightened——

"Who gave you the flowers?"