81: Chapter 81 Doraemon, wake up, get out of bed and get to work!

Su Qingxue was in no rush to leave the stage.

The stage lights did not dim when the video ended; instead, they converged into a dazzling beam of light, enveloping her.

She took a deep breath, as if finishing a grand buildup, and then made a gesture that caused the three thousand people in the venue and the five million people in the live stream to hold their breath simultaneously.

She turned to the side, facing the dark shadows on the left side of the stage.

Without a word, this CEO Su, who had always presented herself with the image of an icy, domineering president, bowed slightly, her left hand behind her back, and her right hand elegantly extended toward the darkness.

This was a standard "invitation" gesture, full of respect and a sense of handing over responsibility.

It was like a knight welcoming a king to the throne, or a wife waiting for her husband to return home.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone's gaze followed the direction of her fingertips, their hearts feeling as if they were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

In the darkness, the sound of leather shoes stepping on the stage floor echoed. Tap. Tap. Tap.

The rhythm was neither hurried nor slow, even carrying a hint of casual laziness.

Lu Li walked out of the shadows, his hands in his pockets. On his face, there was no nervousness from facing a global live stream; instead, he wore a helpless smile, as if he had just been dragged in to work overtime after waking up.

Watching that figure approach, Su Qingxue's originally cold and aloof features instantly melted, and those eyes that were always covered in frost now reflected only one person's shadow.

The two met in the center of the stage.

Lu Li reached out, but he didn't take the microphone immediately. Instead, taking advantage of the moment of handover, his fingertips gently grazed Su Qingxue's slightly cool palm.

"You've worked hard, my Queen."

He lowered his voice, audible only to the two of them.

A flush instantly crept up Su Qingxue's earlobes. She glared at him coquettishly, then obediently stepped back half a pace, standing to his side and behind him, like the most solid backup.

This scene was precisely captured by the high-definition cameras and projected onto the giant screen of several hundred square meters behind them.

The live stream comments exploded instantly.

"Holy crap! That look is so full of affection!"

"That expression on CEO Su just now... was she shy? Did I see that right? That decisive female devil actually gets shy?"

"This isn't a product launch, this is bullying single people!"

Lu Li gripped the microphone and turned to face the dense crowd below the stage.

He didn't speak. One second. Two seconds. Five seconds.

The massive venue was terrifyingly quiet, with only the faint humming sound of electricity. This silence was not stage fright, but a highly oppressive form of crowd control.

In the VIP row for the big shots, Lei Jun subconsciously loosened his tie, feeling some difficulty breathing. This young man's aura was actually even stronger than Su Qingxue's just now.

In the corner, Fan Yu stared fixedly at the stage, his nails digging into his flesh, and squeezed a sentence through his teeth: "Playing god and acting like a ghost."

Finally, Lu Li raised the microphone.

"Before that thing comes out, I'd like to chat for a bit."

His tone was as relaxed as if he were eating skewers at a street food stall, completely lacking the pretentiousness that tech big shots usually have when holding product launches.

"When I was a kid, I always thought about one question."

Lu Li paced casually on the stage as he spoke, "What if I can't finish my homework? What if I get bullied? What if I want to go somewhere very far away but don't want to buy a ticket?"

A few knowing chuckles came from the audience.

"Back then, I just thought, if only a Blue Fatty without ears could crawl out of my drawer."

Lu Li stopped walking, his gaze sweeping across the venue, his voice softening, "It has an omnipotent pocket, it can pull out a Bamboo-Copter, it can pull out an Anywhere Door, and most importantly—no matter how stupid or unlucky you are, it will never dislike you, and it will always stay by your side."

The originally restless venue gradually quieted down.

Something called "nostalgia" was quietly fermenting in the air.

Lei Jun pushed up his glasses, his eyes a bit dazed. Whose childhood hadn't dreamed a dream like that?

"Today, I can't give you a four-dimensional pocket that can pull out a time machine."

Lu Li shrugged, his tone carrying a trace of regret, but the next second, the corners of his mouth suddenly curled into an extremely confident, even somewhat arrogant arc.

"But I have brought that Blue Fatty into reality for you."

The moment his voice fell, Lu Li didn't look at the audience again, but turned abruptly, facing the darkness deep in the stage, as if calling out to an old friend, or as if issuing some kind of oracle.

He reached out and snapped his fingers crisply. "Doraemon, stop sleeping, come out and get to work!"

Boom! The huge gate deep in the stage slowly rose.

No dry ice, no special effects, no flashy light shows. Only the purest sound of mechanical interlocking. Click. Whir—

A round, blue and white figure stepped out from the darkness.

It was not that kind of stiff industrial garbage that glides on wheels, nor was it a suit actor hanging on wires with jerky movements.

It walked out. Its feet alternated, its center of gravity shifted, the hydraulic rods at its ankles operated precisely, and every step landed firmly on the ground, emitting a dull and realistic metallic clanking sound. Thud. Thud. Thud.

It walked to Lu Li's side, raised its round palm to its iconic red nose, and made a slightly embarrassed head-scratching gesture, its eyes, formed by LCD screens, curving into two crescents.

"Lu Li, so many people are watching, can you give me some face?"

The voice came through the speaker on its chest, carrying that unique, endearing nasal tone.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. In the first row, Lei Jun stood up abruptly, his movement so large that he knocked over the chair behind him. "This is impossible..."

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the complex mechanical structure at Doraemon's ankles. His intuition as an engineer told him this was definitely not special effects, nor was there anyone hiding inside.

The range of motion of that ankle, the real-time adjustment of the center of gravity, completely violated the current technological limits of human bipedal Robots!

The thermos in CEO Yu's hand hit the ground with a "clatter," hot water splashing onto his pant leg, but he didn't notice at all, his mouth wide open enough to fit an egg.

"Boston Dynamics... has been crushed?"

In the corner, Fan Yu and Director Gu Yang stood frozen, as if struck by lightning.

The sinister look on Director Gu Yang's face hadn't even faded before it solidified into extreme terror. His trembling hand reached out to adjust his glasses, only to find his fingers wouldn't obey him at all.

"Fake... it must be fake..." Director Gu Yang muttered to himself, like a drowning man trying to grasp the last straw, "It must be a suit! There's a dwarf hiding inside! It must be!"

Lu Li seemed to hear these voices of doubt. He reached out and rested his hand on Doraemon's round head, as if petting a cat he owned. "Say hello to everyone."

Doraemon immediately stood at attention, its short arms and legs together, and performed an extremely standard bowing motion, its upper body leaning forward ninety degrees, while its feet remained firmly adhered to the ground like nails, not moving an inch.

After rising, it even winked playfully, the pocket on its stomach slightly opening, and from inside... it pulled out a dorayaki.

"Nice to meet you, please treat me well! I am a cat-type Robot from the year 2112, Doraemon!"

Three thousand people in the venue lost the ability to speak in that instant. Immediately after. Boom!!! Screams, roars, and applause, like a sudden tsunami, instantly blew the roof off the entire exhibition center.

The live stream server crashed on the spot.

Lu Li stood in the spotlight, looking at the crowd below who had fallen into madness, looking at the expressions of those usually high-and-mighty big shots who now looked like they had never seen the world before.

He turned his head and raised an eyebrow at Su Qingxue behind him. "How about it, was this show okay?"