Chapter 3625

It was another cold morning. Schiller had just lit the fireplace when Billy walked down the stairs, still sleepy.

"Good morning, Professor, has the milk arrived?"

"Not yet, it's only seven o'clock, we have to wait a while," Schiller turned the firewood with a poker, and seeing sparks rise in the fireplace, he stood up and walked to the other side, plugged in the sweeping robot, and let it sweep the floor in the house by itself.

During the war, in order to liberate labor power on the largest scale, Brainiac tried every method to simplify the process of maintaining human survival, including the large-scale promotion of household robots.

This wasn't something Brainiac invented and produced. Before he came, Victor and the others had already produced samples. The assembly line had been set up, and a batch of goods had been produced. Brainiac optimized the assembly line, and as of now, quite a few people in big cities around the world had already used them.

Schiller could be considered one of the first batch of experiencers. Because there was no way to hire cleaners during the war, and he didn't have time to clean himself, he applied for one from Brainiac. The feeling of using it was actually quite good.

This sweeping robot wasn't just for sweeping the floor. It wasn't the kind of disk that stuck to the ground, but a real robot, about half a person high. The bottom had cleaning brushes, and the top could also extend mechanical arms. Under Brainiac's control, it could clean every corner of the house.

The only problem was that it could only be charged, and there would be some noise when cleaning. But as long as you turned it on on a weekday morning, it would be clean when you got home at night.

And the second-generation robot was also under development, and it was said that it would have the function of helping to organize items and cook. Schiller decided to buy one to try as soon as it was launched. Although the dishes provided by the restaurant were okay, you would get tired of them after eating too much, so it was better to have a personalized taste.

Ding-dong, the doorbell rang. Schiller wrapped his scarf well and went out, taking the milk from the milkman. Immediately after, the breakfast delivery car arrived, and he also took the breakfast and newspaper by the way.

Schiller touched the milk bottle and found it was still warm, so he found a cup, poured it out, and handed it to Billy, then opened the breakfast bag and took out the breakfast for both of them.

After setting it up, Schiller sat down and started eating breakfast while reading the newspaper. The headline on the front page of the newspaper was "Cat Getan University Football Team Wins Home Game!"

Schiller remembered the football game yesterday. Although there had been heavy snow, the stadium used the best snow-melting agents and snow-clearing equipment, which didn't affect the game. The football players also performed well, and in general, it was very exciting. Besides local media in Cat Getan, quite a few professional sports media also reported on this game. The Cat Getan University football team was in the limelight for a while.

This game was so highly regarded also because there were almost no sports events during the war. Even after the war ended, many people couldn't figure out Brainiac's attitude and didn't easily change the current situation. Cat Getan University could be considered the first person to eat crab. Quite a few onlookers wanted to observe Brainiac's view on human entertainment activities through this game.

Brainiac's view was that he had no view. He could understand that humans needed entertainment activities to release stress, but that was all. He couldn't understand that entertainment activities were the internal mechanism of human mental pleasure, so he couldn't create any new activities. As for these existing activities, there was no difference to him. As long as it didn't endanger human health or social safety, he wouldn't care.

After finishing breakfast and reading the newspaper, Schiller started helping Billy pack his things, put the homework and manual class homework he wrote yesterday into his backpack, and also brought him two extracurricular books. He wrapped him into a rice dumpling with thick winter clothes, and then sent him onto the school bus.

Schiller had no classes this morning, but the price was that he had three classes in a row in the afternoon. He left the sweeping robot to work in the house and went to clean up the backyard himself.

Now it was winter, and the homemade greenhouse in the backyard didn't have such good heat preservation effects, so vegetables couldn't be grown in winter. Therefore, it was just sweeping snow in the yard and cleaning up the branches pressed down by the snow.

After cleaning for a while, Schiller glanced at his watch and found that the appointment time was almost up. He put the cleaning tools back into the tool room, went back to stop the cleaning robot, tidied up the living room, and came to the door to wait.

"Hey! Professor!" The enthusiastic voice rang out on time.

Schiller opened the door and hugged Selina outside the door. Selina wore a gray long windbreaker, wrapped her neck and half of her face tightly with a scarf, and also wore a pair of sheepskin gloves.

"I brought you a pair of wool socks, you can hang them by the bed. This is enough for Santa Claus to stuff a bunch of gifts," Selina smiled and showed Schiller what she had in her hand.

"Too thoughtful, lady," Schiller smiled and took the things, then helped Selina take off her coat and hung it on the coat rack at the door. Taking advantage of the time she was changing shoes, he poured her a cup of hot coffee.

After taking off her coat, Selina wore a wool sweater, the quality was clearly very good, making her sweat a bit from the heat. She took a sip of the steaming coffee, let out a long breath, her face was rosy, and she was glowing.

"It seems socialized upbringing has some benefits," Schiller led Selina to the sofa and sat down, smiling and saying, "Not having children makes people young."

"That's also true," Selina said, "It's too cold recently, in order to prevent the children from freezing, the lower grades were changed to boarding school, that little brat called yesterday saying she missed me, today I'm afraid she's already playing crazy."

"Aisha didn't come back last night?"

"Yes. It cooled down when school was over, it was really too cold. Brainiac simply let them live at school."

"The children didn't make a fuss?"

"Getting rid of parents for a day or two occasionally, they were extremely happy. Maybe there were a few who missed home, but couldn't they call?" Selina fanned the air on the side of her cheek with her hand. Schiller stood up and sprinkled some salt into the fireplace to make the flames smaller.

"How are you feeling lately? Are there still symptoms of anxiety?" Schiller asked.

"No. I'm in a super good mood lately!" Selina widened her eyes, her eyes shining, and she said, "Bruce might be proposing to me!"

"Oh? He finally remembered?"

"This fool was spinning around me for half a month before, writing everything he wanted to do on his face. Did he actually expect me to reply to him clearly? What would that look like!" Selina rolled her eyes slightly.

"Oh, my God," she exclaimed again, "I'm really talking more and more like those rich ladies. This is really terrible!"

"Is he planning to propose on Christmas? In the manor?" Schiller also poured himself a cup of coffee and said.

"I can't be sure either, but I think he might want to do it in the theater," Selina tapped her chin lightly with her finger and said, "Recently he has been running to the theater for no reason, and he especially loves to enter the backstage, and once he enters, he probes his head..."

"That's a good choice," Schiller nodded and said, "I haven't heard of any new plays recently. Which play does he intend to propose in? It wouldn't be 'Anna Karenina', would it?"

"Then I'll shoot him!"

"That's not something a rich lady would say, lady."

Selina laughed loudly. She said: "Speaking of that group of ladies, I can't help but laugh. You don't know how miserable they are! Hahahahahaha!"

Schiller could see that Selina was truly happy, even reaching a state of excitement. So he asked: "What's wrong?"

"Their husbands have all become paupers! Hahahahahaha!" Selina laughed until she was out of breath, almost choking herself, and she said: "Originally when we picked up children together, they often boasted about how good their husbands were, but they were never seen. Whenever I asked, they said they were busy with work."

"Guess what, after they couldn't be big bosses and were idle, they remembered to be good fathers and ran to school to pick up children one after another. As a result, when I looked that day, nine out of ten looked like the egg in Toy Story! Hahahahahaha!"

Selina laughed too loudly, and Schiller was also a bit helpless, so he had to wait for her to finish laughing, and just as he was about to say something, Selina continued: "And, they really have no ability. After the reform, some went to the farm, and some became food delivery workers. That group of ladies is even less worth mentioning. The better ones can still be typists, and some have been at home for so long that their brains are broken, and they can't even spell words, so they can only go to the restaurant kitchen to wash dishes."

"Although Bruce has no money either. But at least he's handsome!" Selina patted the sofa and said: "If he also became a food delivery worker, I might wake up half an hour early and wait for him at the door!"

Speaking of this, Selina was even more excited, "Let them say before that I was clinging to a big shot, and also say that I relied on children to move up. As soon as their men appeared, I knew that some people might not have moved up yet!"

"How did this happen?" Schiller asked curiously.

Speaking of this, Selina regained her spirit and said quickly: "Before, there was a Mrs. Polay who was always against me—we are about the same age—she said she and her husband knew each other since childhood and had a good relationship. As a result, when her husband came that day, he was at least 60! Her daughter has 11 siblings! My God! I can't even imagine how messy her family must be!"

"That day Mr. Polay brought his third son, and that boy was already in junior high, and when he saw Mrs. Polay, he cursed, saying she was a third party and shameless, and also said his father would definitely not give her a name. That was when we knew they weren't even married yet! But it gave us a big joke!"

Schiller felt that the word "glowing" was no longer enough to describe Selina now. She was simply radiant and spirited, and her eyes were shining when she spoke.

It seems that Brainiac is not only good at raising crocodiles, but also quite good at raising cats.