Although people have a saying that "the secretary can do anything", he doesn't know that Stark's super smart secretary is very powerful and can do anything, but it is a bit surprising that it also has the function of a rice cooker.
It's just that although I didn't expect it, on second thought it seems quite reasonable. For an intelligence like Friday, if you want to learn, you can immediately learn to become a cooking master, but the big dog Stark usually doesn't need to let his super intelligence worth hundreds of millions do it.
It's just a wasteful activity like cooking.
So Chu Cheng sat down and tasted it with the mentality of giving it a try, and his eyes immediately lit up, feeling like he had discovered a new world.
"I have counted your recipes in the past year, sir, including the stores you choose most and the dishes you order most, and I have accurately calculated your taste preferences."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and swiped, and a transparent floating screen suddenly appeared out of thin air. The dosage of various spices was listed in detail on it. The precision after the decimal point made it look like some kind of top-secret potion rather than a recipe.
recipe.
This kind of augmented reality floating screen, which is the same as the one in Stark Laboratory in the movie, also surprised Chu Cheng. According to Friday's explanation, she has a built-in projection system in her body that can project holographic images through her palms.
"If you think something doesn't suit your taste, you can tell me and I can adjust it," she said.
"No, it's fine."
Chu Cheng clicked his tongue inwardly. He really didn't expect this statistical scientific cooking method. When he thought about it, whether he was in the school cafeteria or ordering takeout, the food he usually ate was roughly the same.
Because there seem to be only a few restaurants in his neighborhood that suit his taste, and if he finds a restaurant he likes, he will try it again every three days.
Friday probably looked up his recipes through his consumption records, and then compiled a detailed list based on scientific statistics, which almost perfectly restored the ingredients and flavors he liked.
A recipe tailor-made for just one person in the world.
Chu Cheng has just come into contact with the tip of the iceberg of the benefits brought by the super smart secretary, and Chu Cheng already feels a little bit relieved. If nothing else, at least he will take it orally in the future.
Then, just as he was enjoying the most delicious breakfast in his memory, Friday walked up to him, flipped his fragile white hands, and another holographic screen was projected on his palm. This time, the holographic screen appeared on the screen.
are some documents.
Chu Cheng squinted his eyes and quickly realized that this was a document sent from the Ninth Division a day ago. It required him to sort out some materials. It could also be regarded as his first batch of work after joining the company.
Because the deadline given by his superiors was quite loose, Chu Cheng had no intention of starting work in the past two days in the spirit of a flat-footed mentality of not working until the deadline if he could catch the fish.
But judging from the content on the projection screen, it seems that all the files have been sorted into categories?
"During your break, I finished your work without authorization." Friday said, "I hope you don't mind."
"No, of course I don't mind."
Xianyu's biggest dream is to wake up one day and be able to complete his work when the fate comes. When this dream comes true, he can't wait to pick up Friday and kiss him hard. Why would he mind?
"By the way, I think you may have forgotten the homework for the online substitute class. I downloaded the homework document in your course group chat."
The screen on Friday's palm flashed again, automatically opening a new folder and displaying a homework document named after his name, class and student number.
That is the naming requirement of modern teachers for their homework. In other words, the caring fifth sister not only helped him with the line-writing homework, but also changed the title format for him as required. As long as he, the master, nodded, the next second
She submitted it and sent it, and he hadn't even seen what the homework looked like.
"Sir, if you feel that I am a little presumptuous, or if there are things you would rather do yourself, you can tell me..."
"It's okay, it's fine just like this." Chu Cheng smiled.
In the past, he only thought that Stark, a big dog, would be very happy to have all the basic necessities, food, housing and transportation assisted by black technology, but now he found that he was wrong.
Most people can't even imagine the happiness of a big dog owner.
Unlike the housekeeper-type smart Jarvis, while working as a part-time housekeeper on Friday, she prefers Stark's electronic secretary. The secretary's job requires her to be comprehensive and consider various things and situations for her boss in advance. Some
There are many things that the boss himself does not expect that the secretary should also be able to take the initiative to complete.
Artificial intelligence programmers with the existing AI technology of Earth Star could not even imagine in their dreams that it could reach such a level, but Iron Man's technology can do it.
Therefore, the technology tree of Marvel Earth is also quite abstract, and it may be deformed.
From the overall setting, the technology of Marvel Earth is the lowest in the universe, and humans are primitive aborigines trapped on the planet Novice Village who have not even understood their own galaxy.
But if you want to say that he is weak in technology, Iron Man, Mr. Fantastic, Doctor Doom and other technological sidemen are all from the earth. From time to time, they can give you a set of god-killing weapons that scare the gods of the universe and run away.
, suspected of having some ulterior deal with Fatty Lan, the scientific god of the 22nd century.
Therefore, Marvel's earth technology tree may not only be askew, but directly disconnected. The average level of all human beings is the indigenous people at the bottom of the universe, but a few idiots represented by Stark are another matter.
Chu Cheng finished his breakfast comfortably and watched Friday clean up obediently. For the first time in his life, he felt as if he was experiencing the treatment of a rich person.
At the same time, I'm still thinking about whether it would be a sure-fire way to change the fifth sister into a maid outfit at this time.
Then his expression suddenly changed slightly.
Wait, if she filters out unfinished work and homework from her computer and network data, doesn't that mean...
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Friday?"
The girl paused, stopped what she was doing, and turned around respectfully.
"I'm here, sir."
"...Have you seen my hard drive?"
"Yes, sir. But don't worry, your 'study materials' are safe, as are your browsing history."
Friday said, actually showing a hint of a naughty and sly smile, and winked at him.
Chu Cheng: "..."
...
Elsewhere, in a room of unknown location.
There is a round table with six seats. Five figures are sitting in five of the seats, and one of the chairs is empty.
"I heard someone's safe house was exposed last night."
A woman's voice came out from the shadows. A tail-like object poked out from behind the chair she was sitting on, shaking twice in the darkness.
"A little accident, nothing serious." The woman sitting directly opposite said lazily, "My people detonated that room and will not leave any evidence."
"But your men were caught."
"It's just an irrelevant chess piece that can be discarded at any time."
The woman opposite said, smiled softly, leaned out of the shadows, and her beautiful but extremely pale face came into the light.
Senior Agent of Secret Service Branch 9, Chen Meiyue.
"You can have as many chess pieces as you want," she said with a smile.
The woman opposite didn't speak. The black tail fell into her hand, and she gently stroked it.
"Now is the most critical moment, and we need to be more careful." A tall man in another seat said, "But at this critical moment, we have failed.
An important member..."
He paused when he said this, and his eyes fell on the vacant seat next to the round table.
"He's right."
The person who spoke was another man at the table. He leaned on the back of the chair, and several tentacles extended from behind, dancing silently in the darkness.
"The fall of Dream Walker should be a wake-up call to all of us. He despised the enemy and paid the price for it. The rest of us should take this as a warning. We can no longer afford to continue to lose anyone."
"Dreamwalker is a boring person."
Chen Meiyue chuckled twice.
"He never understands appreciation."
The woman with the tail opposite gave Chen Meiyue a sidelong glance from the shadows.
"I think the point of this is for you. You are too high-profile."
"Don't worry, I'm sensible." Chen Meiyue didn't take it seriously.
The woman looked at her with slightly unhappy eyes.
"It seems that you like this face very much." The woman said angrily, "You don't plan to show your true face even here?"
"Huh? What are you talking about? I don't seem to understand."
Chen Meiyue leaned back in her chair with a smile, and put her long legs in her boots on the table.
"This is my original face."
"you......"
"Okay, that's it."
In the middle of the round table, the man who had remained silent from beginning to end spoke.
He sat up straight and his face poked out of the shadows.
The most wanted person on the Nine Secret Service Branch's most wanted list, the defected agent, Leng Ji.
"The key's awakening is accelerating, and it is expected to happen in the next two days." He said, "I want all of you to be more vigilant."
As he spoke, his eyes swept over everyone present.
The other four people were silent. Even Chen Meiyue put down her long legs and resumed her sitting posture, looking well-behaved.
"Whether it's Secret Service 9 or those so-called heroes in fancy clothes," Leng Ji said, "No one is allowed to interfere with the awakening process. Before that, we don't need any extra sight.
So no matter who you are, please keep a low profile for now. Am I clear?"
Although he said this to everyone, his eyes clearly fell on Chen Meiyue.
"Yes, I understand."
Chen Meiyue showed him a sweet smile.
"Who made you the boss?"
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