When Robin finally struggled out from countless planning proposals and emerged to stretch his legs, he saw that all the product samples and advertising brochures had already been sorted and arranged.

All the employees were busy with their respective duties, and the atmosphere was lively and orderly.

Robin stretched lazily, feeling very satisfied. However, in the next moment, as his gaze swept around, he suddenly realized something was missing.

After searching for a while, Robin turned back and asked Xiao Zhu, "By the way, where's Fu Luo?"

Xiao Zhu pointed with a stylus pen in a certain direction.

Robin craned his neck and saw that Fu Luo was sitting on the ground, hidden behind a huge desk.

The floor was covered with various maintenance tools, parts, and dismembered robots.

Fu Luo had her sleeves rolled up, holding a micro-current stimulator in one hand and a dusty manual in the other.

Robin asked cautiously, "Do you know how to fix this?"

"No, I've never dealt with ordinary work robots before," Fu Luo said. "If I did, why would I need to read the manual?"

As she spoke, she found a contact point on the back of the robot and pressed the micro-current stimulator against it. "It should be this..."

The robot stood up in response, staggering like it had downed two jin of steamed buns. It walked in an "S" shape, then squatted down in a horse stance and smashed its fist against the corner of Fu Luo's desk with a loud bang.

Fu Luo scratched her head with the tail of the micro-current stimulator, saying very calmly, "Oh, then I got it wrong."

Robin said nothing and quietly tiptoed away... conveniently closing the door of the inner room.

Once back in the safe zone, he opened his communication device and sent a message to the finance staff.

"If my office gets demolished," Robin left a solemn last testament-like instruction, "send the repair bill to Ms. Fu Xiaoxin."

However, Fu Luo did not demolish his office. After reading through the entire repair manual and instructions, she compared them with the actual object and made annotations one by one. She also raised the computer to directly above her head, with voice search engines on full standby in case there was anything she didn't understand.

Then she sat there for a full five hours, fiddling with these things for most of the day without moving.

Technology is accelerating life, and information is disrupting perspectives. People are constantly pursuing efficiency, and the first concept elementary school students learn in social studies is "comparative advantage"—how to reasonably allocate one's goals to others and achieve win-win through exchange and mutual service.

However, the side effect of this education is that many adults no longer have the patience to sit down and slowly learn something they are unfamiliar with.

But this Fu Luo seemed to have inexhaustible patience. She disassembled and reassembled the robot at least a dozen times, pulled out a huge whiteboard, hand-drew an internal structure diagram of the malfunctioning part of the robot with a stylus, and then searched for the function and origin of each screw one by one.

Finally, before dusk fell, her robot stood up again, made a few grasping motions in the air, and then slowly walked out on its own along a predetermined route to stand by at the freight elevator.

Fu Luo completed the first finished product, and the second one went much more smoothly. Soon, the cleaning robot that had been standing in the corner of Robin's office like a pigpen also started moving again, and the pigsty-like work environment became clean in light speed.

After finishing all this, Fu Luo packed up the toolbox and had the handling robot deliver it downstairs. Then she took the bat-sleeved women's top that had just been delivered and went to the locker room to change. With nothing else to do, she pulled out a reading device from her pocket.

The generic reading device was only as thick as ordinary paper, available in 32mo and 16mo sizes. It could be conveniently rolled up and stuffed into a pocket, or hung on a specially reserved button inside an outer garment. Its storage capacity could encompass a library from three centuries ago.

The content in the reading device Fu Luo held was handwritten with a stylus pen.

The original owner's handwriting was really not good, a spiky childish scrawl with large and unbalanced characters. Although in this era, everyone only knew how to write and few had good handwriting, it was indeed rare for someone to persist in handwriting despite it being this ugly.

In stark contrast to the unsightly handwriting were the drawings. The hand-drawn pictures were extremely precise, whether it was weapons or traced formations, as if they were real reproductions.

This was a notebook from the best and worst student in the combat command department in the past twenty years, a senior named Ye Wenlin.

Ye Wenlin was a graduate from five years ago—the year after Fu Luo enrolled. His resume was so dazzling it could blind a dog. It was said that while still in school, he participated in the compilation of the manual of classic battle cases from ancient to modern times and published who knows how many papers.

When he was an intern at the command department, he also happened to catch a small-scale battle to clear out space pirates. Ye Wenlin, with his computing power that could make computers cry and his stingy iron rooster-like frugality, submitted an extremely concise yet extremely effective tactical reference material in a very short time.

This material was eventually adopted by the commander at the time and highly praised. It was also because of this that Ye Wenlin, whose physical fitness test had always been at the "survival line" of the military academy, was able to enter the most elite "dagger" of the space combat department after graduation.

Of course, no one is perfect. Behind that guy's glorious resume and gentlemanly appearance, Ye Wenlin was actually a complete and utter pauper.

It was as if there was a money-sucking black hole behind him. No matter the subsidies from the school or the manuscript fees he earned himself, they were all sucked in without a trace. He was stingy to the point of being an expert, and no one knew where his money went. His classmates unanimously believed that this person's extraordinary computing ability was practiced by secretly pinching his three or five cents all day long.

Fu Luo's acquaintance with this senior, who was several grades apart, was a very chance occurrence. That day happened to be a holiday. The so-called "holiday" was just one afternoon a month when students could freely go out for activities, shopping, dating, and such.

Fu Luo went to the supermarket near the school to buy things for herself and her roommates.

Fu Luo's roommate was unfortunately a foodie. In addition to the daily necessities for two people, the roommate's various snacks filled the entire shopping cart to the brim.

As the students who were let out swarmed to buy things, the supermarket's checkout counters were as usual insufficient that day. With not enough robots, people had to man the counters. The cashier manually scanned the barcodes for a full ten minutes.

Fu Luo's family was considered middle-class, and her own daily expenses were very limited, so she always had ample pocket money. She was rather careless with spending money. When buying things, she didn't pay much attention to prices. She would pay whatever others asked for, take the items and leave, never checking the receipts.

As a result, just as she finished paying and was about to leave, someone in line behind her called out to her.

"Hey, classmate." The other person recognized her student status through her uniform, "There's a problem with your receipt."

The cashier and Fu Luo both turned around.

Only to see that Genius Ye say in public without changing his expression: "The sanitary napkins in daily necessities are buy one get one free today. She forgot to deduct it for you."

Fu Luo and the cashier looked at each other in dismay.

However, Genius Ye unabashedly took Fu Luo's casually rolled-up receipt and pressed a line under the sanitary napkin item with his finger: "This is priced twice, right?"

After saying that, he pulled out the customer calculator on the checkout counter, flipped to the discount page, pulled up the list of buy one get one free products for the day, and spread out the actual product photos on the table for the other two to see: "Look, buy one get one free until noon tomorrow."

The two parties involved were speechless. In the end, the cashier silently refunded the extra ten global currency to Fu Luo, reaching some kind of tacit understanding.

It seemed that at times like this, one could only go "hehe".

Ye Wenlin, this oddball of a penny-pincher, could accurately calculate the price of every item in any shopping cart before any cashier or machine could quote it. He could also know all the discounted, promotional, and buy one get one free items after walking around the supermarket once... even if he had absolutely no use for them.

Oh right, because of this incident, he took credit for himself and even shamelessly snatched a bag of jerky from Fu Luo's shopping bag.

"No need to stand on ceremony with your senior," this jerk said.

What was more ill-fated was that Ye Wenlin happened to be the teaching assistant for Fu Luo and the others' tactical theory class the next semester.

Although this senior was quite despicable, fortunately Fu Luo, as a junior, didn't mind much. As they got to know each other, by the time Ye Wenlin graduated, Fu Luo, who had been his sucker for food and drink for an entire year, finally got a little benefit from him - Ye Wenlin left her an old reader containing all his notes from his student days.

When that class graduated, many people left messages on the school forum wanting to buy Ye Wenlin's notes, even starting a virtual auction. The highest bid was over three thousand global currency. In the end, because the person in question played dead the whole time, it came to nothing.

No one knew that the legendary martial arts secret manual... no, the divine artifact, had fallen into Fu Luo's hands - of course, at the cost of "such a precious thing is given to you, so every time we meet from now on, you have to treat your senior to a good meal."

However, after taking those notes back, Fu Luo studied them thoroughly many times. Later on, whenever she was free, she would take them out to read. Each time she could gain new insights. She indeed benefited greatly from them.

Fu Luo felt that just for this, treating that jerk surnamed Ye to meals at "The Gold Standard" every time they met would be no problem.

Just as she was lying in Teacher Robin's office, idly reading the notes, someone who had come at some point suddenly spoke beside her: "Your analysis of the 'three-six-one' formation is very much on point. It was indeed the advancing method used by the 'dagger' unit before. The reaction speed is fast and support also arrives quickly, but it's not resistant to attrition. However, your version is a bit outdated. It has been improved now."

Fu Luo was stunned for a moment. She raised her head and found that the person speaking was the man she had met at the restaurant entrance that day, the one she found a little familiar.

The other party smiled slightly at her and nodded, "Hello."

Xiao Zhu quietly reminded her from the side, "This is our client."

"My surname is Yang," the man continued her words, "I work in the Space Combat Command Center, Second Department."

Fu Luo's eyes widened. The next moment, she abruptly stood up, clicked her heels together, and gave a perfectly standard military salute: "Commander!"

She finally remembered where she had seen him before. There was a photo of this person in her reporting manual - Colonel Yang Ning of the Space Combat Command Center, Second Department, her future top boss!

What a tragedy...