Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

Unlike the turmoil at the entrance of the He Group, which was filled with cold confrontation and the wailing of the common people.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the male dormitory of S University is completely opposite, lively yet romantic, with a unique charm characteristic of science and engineering students.

Mo Ye, Shen Qing, and Wang Jie returned to their spacious dormitory room, which was said to be "large enough to play badminton in".

"Mambo, open the door!" Shen Qing called out to an inconspicuous little box on the door.

A male voice, clearly synthesized but deliberately imitating an impatient tone, came from the box: "What the hell do you want?"

"Enough talk, open the door!"

"Okay, Mao."

With a soft "click," the electronic lock on the dormitory door opened.

Mo Ye's lips twitched slightly as he watched Shen Qing and Wang Jie walk in with smug expressions, and he shook his head helplessly.

The so-called "smart dormitory manager" that Shen Qing acquired was actually a modified old mobile phone equipped with simple AI, connected to the door lock and several electrical appliances.

He vehemently opposed the idea of ​​giving it a "personality" voice pack. However, the democratic vote ended in a crushing defeat, with a two-to-one majority.

"Mambo, turn on the air conditioner and set it to 23 degrees Celsius," Wang Jie instructed.

The electronic voice immediately complained:

"Damn it, all you do is order the robot around. Does electricity cost nothing?" But the air conditioner still obediently turned on.

Mo Ye: "..."

He watched his two roommates listening to their vulgar and childish interaction with obvious enjoyment, and he felt that he might really be falling behind these two clowns' "trends".

However, when Shen Qing pulled a large box out from under the bed and Wang Jie opened their shared tool cabinet, all three of them became serious.

"Let's begin! For our little princess!"

Shen Qing rubbed his hands together, then shouted a slogan that was unclear in meaning but full of momentum.

"Burn, my youth!" Wang Jie pushed up his glasses, the lenses reflecting light, and continued in response.

Mo Ye silently walked to his desk and opened his laptop.

The dormitory was quickly filled with the rustling sounds of people searching for parts, the soft hum of small power tools, and the crisp rhythm of keyboard typing.

This is the tacit understanding they have developed over many years of collaboration—Shen Qing and Wang Jie are responsible for the "body" of mechanical structure and appearance, while Mo Ye is responsible for the "soul" of programming control and intelligent core.

What they were going to do was to create a "personalized vehicle" for Tongtong.

Several hours flew by in their focused concentration. The initially scattered parts gradually took shape in Shen Qing and Wang Jie's hands—

It was the chassis of a mini tank, but the shape had been redesigned with soft curves and rounded corners to avoid any sharp parts.

Wang Jie took out the extra-soft short plush fabric in off-white and light gray that he had prepared beforehand.

They began carefully wrapping the tank's exterior, even sewing on two cute, fluffy cat ears at the turret location.

Shen Qing was adjusting the tracks and drive motor to ensure smooth and quiet operation.

On Mo Ye's screen, code flowed like a waterfall. He was writing a concise yet sufficiently interesting AI interactive program.

It features voice recognition, simple command response, and even a children's song that he recorded himself and changed his voice to play.

The most crucial element is the wake word and the response voice—he plugged in his headphones and repeatedly tested a piece of audio.

That was the sweet and soft "Daddy~" that Tongtong usually called him.

He extracted the clearest sound, reduced noise, and optimized it to serve as the AI's wake-up audio.

In response to voice commands, he recorded various feedbacks using his own voice, but adjusted them using algorithms to make them sound more like a gentle, electronically synthesized "partner" voice.

"Almost there!" Shen Qing wiped his sweat, looking at the "steel beast" in front of him—

A tracked, furry tank with cat ears and a cannon that fires soft LED beams.

"My connection is all set too." Wang Jie finished checking the last electrical connection.

Mo Ye closed the laptop, inserted a small control board that integrated a processor, storage, and wireless module into the slot reserved inside the tank, and connected the wires.

The three exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

Shen Qing took a deep breath and pressed the power button on the side of the tank.

The two "cat's eyes" at the front of the tank shone with a warm, pale yellow light.

"Wake-up test," Mo Ye said in a low voice.

Shen Qing cleared his throat and said to Tank in what he thought was a very gentle tone, "Tongtong, Tongtong?"

After a brief silence, a clear, childlike electronic voice came from the small speaker inside the tank: "I'm here~"

It was Mo Ye who processed the altered tone of Tongtong's "Dad," making it incredibly cute.

"It's done!" Wang Jie clenched his fist lightly.

"Forward," Shen Qing attempted to give the command.

"Okay, forward~" A cute electronic voice sounded, and the tank's tracks began to turn smoothly, moving slowly forward.

"Back off."

"Okay, back off~"

"Turn left."

"Turn right."

"Play a children's song."

Every command received an accurate and adorable response; the tank moved nimbly, and its cat ears even swayed gently depending on its "mood."

Shen Qing even set up a "charge" mode. After pressing the hidden button, the tank will accelerate forward a short distance, and the LED beams on the turret will flash, accompanied by an electronic sound of "Charge!"

"Perfect!" Shen Qing excitedly high-fived Wang Jie, then turned to Mo Ye, "Old Mo! Awesome! This AI's response is amazing!"

Finally, there's the flying sword.

Hurry up!

"Give the 'flying swords' 'skins'!" Shen Qing shouted, taking out three streamlined miniature flying machines from a shockproof box.

That was a work from a period when they were going through a phase of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) and were obsessed with martial arts special effects. It uses sophisticated miniature rotors and wireless positioning technology, along with specially made wrist sensors.

It can achieve flight control as easily as using one's own arm, moving forward and backward, hovering and turning, and even forming simple formations, making it a low-altitude version of "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source".

At this moment, these three "flying swords," which originally had a cold, metallic feel, were now covered in cute, pink cat-themed shells—

The sword has a fluffy hilt, shiny cat stickers on the blade, and the rotor shield is also shaped like a cat's paw.

Wang Jie carefully adjusted the matching pink wristband and checked the sensor signals.

Shen Qing then attached rhinestones to the last "Meow Meow Flying Sword," muttering incantations:

"Our little princess Tongtong deserves the highest level of treatment!"

Mo Ye looked at the combination in front of him: a "cute cat tank vehicle" that combined a tank chassis, plush trim, and AI voice, and three pink, floating, controllable flying "meow flying swords".

This art style... is so unique that it can cause anyone passing by to have their brain freeze for three seconds.

But thinking about the surprised and delighted look on Tongtong's face, he felt that all the trouble was worth it.

"Done!" Wang Jie pushed up his glasses and breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Qing, hands on his hips, looked at their "masterpiece" and shouted with boundless pride, "Awesome! This is a sure thing! Wuhu, let's go!"

Mo Ye also showed a rare, triumphant smile, and reached out to give the two of them a hard high five.

"We are—" Shen Qing shouted.

"Champion!" Wang Jie and Mo Ye exclaimed in unison, and the three of them looked at each other and burst into laughter.

Three big boys, carrying these unusual gifts, rushed out of the dormitory in a flurry of activity.

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