72: Chapter 72 This isn't just a suit, it's a revolutionary interactive robot!

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

It could speak.

It could interact.

It even knew how to use that slightly tsundere tone to refute that it was merely a greeter Robot.

The impact of this was a hundred times more intense than watching it on a screen.

"Wow—!"

The first to break the silence was Lu Yaoguang.

She let out a shriek mixed with surprise, astonishment, and fanaticism, and like a rabbit that had discovered a new continent, she was the first to pounce on it.

But upon reaching it, she slammed on the brakes.

Her hand hovered in mid-air, not daring to touch it.

She feared it might be a dream, and she was also afraid of damaging this technological creation of unknown value.

After hesitating for two seconds, she extended a slender finger, held her breath, and carefully poked Doraemon's round white belly.

The cold, hard texture of metal or plastic that her fingertips expected did not come.

Instead, there was a wondrous sensation—warm, smooth, and subtly elastic.

It felt just like touching a piece of high-quality mutton-fat jade warmed by body heat.

"It's, it's soft! Oh my god! It's even warm!" Lu Yaoguang's voice trembled as she turned back and shouted at her two dazed friends.

This cry seemed to break a freezing spell.

Lin Ruan and her bespectacled friend exchanged glances, seeing the shock in each other's eyes, and then, like iron filings attracted to a magnet, they scrambled over.

"Let me touch it too!"

"My god, is this really a machine?"

They didn't dare be as reckless as Lu Yaoguang, so they just extended their hands and gently rubbed their fingertips against Doraemon's arm.

The texture of the biomimetic skin was so realistic it made one's scalp tingle.

The girl with glasses adjusted the frames sliding down her nose, her face almost pressed against Doraemon's, trying to find a flaw:

"Its eyes... they aren't lightbulbs, they're a single piece of high-resolution curved screen!"

And Lin Ruan, the usually aloof department beauty, was currently holding Doraemon's round hand, her cheeks as red as a ripe tomato.

She felt that round hand contract slightly in her palm.

At that moment, the internal mechanical structure seemed to turn into real bones and muscles, giving her a gentle yet firm handshake in response.

"Hello, Doraemon."

Lin Ruan's voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, her cheeks flushed with excitement, feeling as if she were living in a dream.

Doraemon's head turned slightly.

The aperture within its electronic eyes quickly focused, locking onto Lin Ruan's exquisite face.

Those originally round eyes instantly curved into two crescents, and the previously mechanical child-like voice now carried a hint of teasing:

"Hello, student. Although your heart is beating very fast right now, I must honestly remind you—your lipstick shade today leans towards orange, which doesn't quite match your foundation shade; it makes your complexion look a bit dull."

"Pfft—"

Lu Yaoguang couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

Lin Ruan froze on the spot.

The next second, her face turned red to the tips of her ears at a speed visible to the naked eye; she truly wanted to find a hole to crawl into.

Being roasted about her makeup by a Robot...?

And so sharply?

"This is too realistic!"

Lu Yaoguang laughed until she couldn't straighten her back, turning to look at her brother, her eyes filled with stars of admiration:

"Brother, did you install some kind of sharp-tongued voice pack on it? This personality is too mean, but I love it!"

"This is called personalized voice that fits the persona!"

Lu Li watched this scene, the corners of his mouth curling up imperceptibly. Not bad, the AI's emotional intelligence module wasn't tuned in vain; knowing how to use a sharp tongue to close the distance was much cuter than simple obedience, and it would definitely be a core selling point in the future.

Lu Yaoguang's playful mood surged; she tilted her head back and gave Doraemon its first command:

"Can you sing? I want to hear 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'!"

"As an excellent cat-type Robot from the 22nd century, my singing is, of course, perfect."

Doraemon's electronic eyes instantly curved into smug crescents, and its youthful, standard child-like voice slowly echoed in the living room:

"Twinkle, twinkle, sparkling bright, the whole sky is full of little stars..."

It not only sang it, but even adjusted its tone, pitch, and rhythm in real-time under Lu Yaoguang's direction of "higher," "lower," and "happier," demonstrating jaw-dropping voice interaction and real-time processing capabilities.

"Alright, stop playing."

Lu Li looked at the three girls who were practically hanging onto the Robot and spoke up to interrupt them at the right time.

He was truly afraid they would wear out this expensive laboratory prototype.

Lu Li stood up and walked over to Doraemon.

"I'm about to take it out for its first outdoor field road test."

"Out?"

Lu Yaoguang's eyes instantly brightened like two brilliant stars; she immediately let go of Doraemon, teleported to Lu Li's side, grabbed his arm again, and used her sweetest, softest voice, shaking him desperately:

"Brother! Good brother! Take us with you!"

"We'll help you film the video! Multi-angle! The kind with 360-degree coverage! We guarantee it'll be shot better than any professional team!"

Behind her, Lin Ruan and the bespectacled friend also nodded frantically, their eyes filled with the longing of "please, please."

Being able to witness this miracle with their own eyes was already huge luck; if they could also participate in it, it would be an incredible stroke of fortune.

Lu Li looked at these three pairs of shining eyes, then looked at his arm being gripped tightly by his sister, and calculated in his mind.

The test did indeed require multi-angle video footage for recording and analysis.

These three girls, although not professional, had the advantage of being enthusiastic, and... free.

With multiple perspectives and him watching over them, there shouldn't be any problems.

He smiled and handed the DJI action camera he had just put on and then taken off to Lu Yaoguang.

"Alright, then you're the chief director today."

"Remember, record all the most authentic footage."

Su Qingxue did not go along; she didn't have much interest in this kind of outdoor test, and the production work for the pioneer s1 phone still required her remote coordination, so she stayed at the villa.

...

Half an hour later.

Mingzhu City, Central Wetland Park.

On an autumn afternoon, the sunlight was just right, and golden ginkgo leaves covered the lawn.

This was a sanctuary for citizens to relax, filled with young couples pushing strollers, children flying kites, and couples snuggling on benches.

A black Porsche Cayenne slowly slid into the parking lot.

The three girls in the car were still chirping away, as excited as if they were going to attend an idol's concert.

The car door opened.

No long-legged hunk or sunglasses-wearing beauty appeared.

The first thing to poke out was a blue and white, round... foot?

Immediately after.

Under the astonished gazes of passersby, a large-sized "Doraemon" nimbly crawled out from the back seat, its feet landing steadily on the ground.

It even closed the car door on its way out.

"Bang."

This door-closing sound wasn't loud, but it was as if it had pressed the pause button on the entire park.

On a nearby bench, a couple about to kiss froze in mid-air, their mouths less than a centimeter apart, but their eyes were all slanted towards the parking lot.

On the side of the road, a chubby kid holding an ice cream had his mouth open in an O-shape.

Plop.

The ice cream scoop fell to the ground, but he didn't even notice.

"Wow! Mom! Look! Doraemon is moving!"

The chubby kid's shriek instantly ignited the surrounding air.

Countless gazes instantly focused over.

Amazement?

No.

More of it was confusion, suspicion, and curiosity.

"Is that cosplay? This costume is made quite exquisitely."

"So short? Is there a dwarf actor inside? Or a child?"

"Businesses these days really go all out for marketing; aren't they afraid of suffocating the person inside?"

Whispers, accompanied by the "click" of phone shutters, rose and fell.

Most people subconsciously assumed this was just a promotional tactic for some shopping mall, and that a sweaty child or an adult with dwarfism was definitely hiding inside the costume.

Lu Yaoguang held up the action camera, listening to the dismissive discussions around her, feeling furious inside.

Costume?

Can your family's costumes have this texture?

Can your family's costumes have this luster?

"Brother..." she looked at Lu Li with a bit of grievance.