103: Chapter 103: So that's the truth.

He paused and added, "This isn't dirt on Doraemon."

"This is the ultimate proof that will elevate it to legendary status."

Su Qingxue took the phone.

The video played again.

Soon, she had finished watching it as well, and by then, she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Even she, the domineering CEO, was moved beyond words.

Of course, she also breathed a sigh of relief; this incident would not affect the sales of the Robot at all.

"Should we upload this video now?"

Su Qingxue asked, her eyes full of anticipation.

"No rush. Let the incident ferment a bit more; we'll upload the video tomorrow morning."

Lu Li said softly, his face exceptionally relaxed.

...

At this moment, someone online was anxiously and persistently explaining in the comment section.

Whenever she encountered a video slandering Doraemon, she would post her lengthy arguments in the comments.

She was so anxious she was crying.

"That's not it, that's not how things happened. Doraemon is our friend, the savior of my family."

"Please stop slandering it. I'm really begging you all!!"

Comment after comment, plea after plea.

In return, she only got comments from paid trolls and haters.

There were manufacturers of sweeping Robots, and the group of learning machine sellers whose interests had been infringed upon by Guanghui Technology.

They used to sell learning machines with 500-yuan specs to schools, earning a full 3,500 or 4,500 yuan, colluding with schools to scam parents.

Now, with the clear pricing on the official Doraemon website and procurement by the Ministry of Education, they had no room to survive, and these unscrupulous merchants were going bankrupt one by one.

Now that they saw such dirt on Doraemon, they naturally jumped at the chance to curse and abuse it, hoping to pull this adorable thing off its pedestal.

She was filled with helplessness.

She could only post videos on her own account, posting 15 in a row.

It wasn't until 5 AM that she fell asleep, filled with regret and self-reproach.

9 AM.

Lunar New Year's Day.

People across the country woke up early to pay New Year visits to their elders and exchange auspicious greetings.

But at the same time, there was a clarification video posted by Guanghui Technology.

No apologies, no excuses, and they didn't even mention the battery once.

Instead, it was a first-person perspective video.

...

Sun Feizheng was the first to click on it.

Yesterday, he had been enthusiastically trashing Guanghui Technology.

Because he was also a user of Doraemon; he had bought one for his daughter.

As soon as he imagined that if Doraemon were to catch fire one day, his daughter might be burned to death, he became so worried he couldn't sleep or eat.

So, he decisively unplugged the Doraemon last night and put it in the dark storage room at home.

At this moment, seeing that Guanghui Technology had finally come out to explain, he also wanted to see if they were going to apologize and recall all products.

To his surprise, when he opened the video, it was in the first person.

In Doraemon's perspective, everything was very quiet.

It was charging in the living room.

Suddenly.

[Alert: Abnormal temperature increase, air quality degradation]

A red warning box popped up in the top right corner of its field of vision.

Doraemon stood up immediately.

It went to the bedroom first.

On the bed, a little girl was sleeping with a fever patch on her forehead.

Doraemon gently reached out and touched the girl's forehead.

"Great, Yueyue, your fever has gone down a lot."

Its voice was full of joy.

But in the next second, as if remembering something, its voice immediately lowered: "Ah, I forgot you were sleeping. I should be quieter."

That tone.

It was just like a family member who truly cared for a child.

Doraemon walked out of the bedroom and came to the front door.

The temperature was still rising.

It opened the door.

Boom—

A heatwave rushed toward it.

Black smoke billowed in the hallway, and in the distance, flames were spreading.

[Alert! Alert! High-temperature warning! Current temperature 72 degrees!]

The red warning box flashed frantically.

Doraemon immediately closed the door.

Its voice became extremely serious: "Oh no, there's a fire. I must take Yueyue to a safe place."

The following footage.

Made Sun Feizheng completely break down.

Doraemon rushed into the bedroom at lightning speed and picked up a quilt.

It went to the bathroom, stuffed the quilt into the bathtub, and turned on the faucet.

At the same time.

It filled a basin of water at the sink.

And went to the kitchen to fill another basin of water.

Three faucets were running simultaneously.

While doing all this, it also dialed 119.

"Hello, this is Room XX, Unit XX, Building XX, XX Residential Complex. There is a fire in the corridor. The fire is spreading rapidly. There is an 8-year-old child at home, currently with a body temperature of 38.2 degrees, and she has limited mobility..."

Its voice was calm and clear, accurately broadcasting all the key information.

The voice on the other end replied: "Report received. The fire department is on its way."

Doraemon hung up the phone.

It picked up the soaked quilt and rushed into the bedroom.

It laid the quilt flat on the floor.

Then it nudged Yueyue on the bed.

The little girl opened her eyes groggily. Seeing Doraemon, she revealed a weak smile: "What's wrong? Is Mom back?"

"Yueyue, get off the bed quickly and lie inside this quilt."

Doraemon's voice was very gentle but carried an unquestionable firmness.

Although the little girl didn't understand what was happening, she obeyed obediently.

Doraemon wrapped her tightly in the wet quilt, leaving only her mouth and nose exposed.

Then.

It picked up the girl.

Rushed toward the door.

The moment it opened the door.

The flames almost hit its face.

[Alert! Alert! Current temperature 127 degrees! Shell temperature too high!]

[Alert! Core temperature 85 degrees! Immediate shutdown recommended!]

[Alert! Battery temperature 92 degrees! Risk of thermal runaway!]

A series of red warnings popped up frantically.

But Doraemon did not stop.

It carried the girl and rushed into the sea of fire.

The footage began to shake violently.

One could see that both sides of the corridor were full of flames.

The ceiling was burning.

The walls were burning.

The ground was burning.

Doraemon's blue shell began to smoke.

[Alert! Left arm joint temperature too high!]

[Alert! Right leg hydraulic system pressure abnormal!]

[Alert! Core temperature 103 degrees! About to enter protective shutdown!]

But it did not stop.

It used its body to protect the girl in its arms, walking step by step toward the stairwell.

With every step it took.

Another charred mark appeared on its shell.

With every step it took.

The alarm sound became even more piercing.

Finally.

It rushed out of the sea of fire.

Arrived at the safe area downstairs.

It gently placed the girl on the ground and, after confirming she was safe.

[Alert! Battery temperature 127 degrees! Thermal runaway! Thermal runaway!]

[System shutting down!]

Doraemon's field of vision began to blur.

It took one last look at the girl in its arms.

The little girl was still asleep, with a peaceful smile on her face.

"Great..."

Doraemon's voice grew fainter: "Yueyue, you're safe..."

The next second.

Zzzzt—

A piercing sound of electricity crackled.

Black smoke poured from its abdomen.

It fell straight to the ground.

The blue shell was covered in soot.

The video.

Continued to play.

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