Chapter 1172
Soon, news of the establishnt of the Comic Innovation Club spread throughout the campus, and everyone was curious about Chloe Collins’s purpose in doing so.
Upon hearing this, Shane Rocker and the others were surprised, but they just laughed it off, saying it was childish stubbornness; she was just trying to prove them wrong.
They generally didn’t pay it much mind.
Only Nathaniel Nolan and Sophia Spence paid more attention. One personally reached out to Chloe to discuss related matters, while the other watched closely, harboring a sense of anticipation.
As for Chloe herself, she was still imrsed in the Cloudscape Research Lab, focused on improving Eight-01’s sluggishness and stiffness. When compared with Void, Eight-01 lacked a degree of human flexibility.
Alexander Foster had completely handed the company over to her. The main business was managed by professionals, so she didn’t need to worry about it.
Devin Lewis, the chief designer of Cloudscape, shared his experiences and worked day and night with Chloe in the lab.
A week passed, and Eight-01’s reaction ability had been improved to the sa level as Void. As for the other minor problems, Chloe didn’t have a solution yet, so she decided to shift her focus to the robots of the Innovation Club.
That afternoon, she called a eting with the club mbers to discuss the modification plan.
The eting was held at the Innovation Club base at Capitol University.
This was a newly acquired location, the Erald Garden. It was quiet and shaded by green trees. Although it was a bit far from the Central Plaza, it was fully equipped and convenient for research work.
Milton White had been waiting outside the main gate for half an hour, but no one ca out. Instead, a delivery driver arrived.
Soone ca out to pick up the delivery and greeted him upon seeing him: "Teacher White."
"Is your club president not around?"
He hadn’t given her any advance notice.
"She’s here, but she’s busy with a eting. Do you want to call her out for you?"
Milton White thought for a mont and said, "No need. Pretend you never saw ."
He then turned and left.
The delivery boy was left standing there perplexed, holding the takeaway food.
Upon returning, he told Chloe about the incident.
Chloe was about to lower her head to look at the blueprints, on the edge of deep thought.
Hearing this, she picked up her phone and gave Milton White a call.
"Senior, you were looking for ?"
"Hmm, it’s nothing."
"Did you find any clues at the teorite crater?"
There was a pause on the other end of the line and then: "No, there’s no progress for now. I just wanted to invite you to dinner."
Chloe received the takeout food that one of her mbers handed to her and said, "I ordered takeout. It’s going to be a busy night."
"Very busy indeed." He laughed, "Alright, you go ahead with your work. We’ll eat together tomorrow."
"Okay."
Chloe quickly ended the call to eat her food.
She was now fully imrsed in her research, having reduced her al tis from thirty minutes to less than ten.
These days, she couldn’t even find the ti to socialize.
On the quiet tree-lined path, Milton White looked at his call log, a hint of helplessness on his clear and handso face.
"What use is being by your side if you’re still a thousand miles away."
Footsteps sounded from up ahead. He looked up.
In front of him stood a figure who was over six feet tall, with a straight and robust physique.
Suddenly, that figure bowed slightly, speaking slowly, "Master."
Milton White walked past him and ordered, "Stay by her side."
"Yes."
Eight-01 remained bowed for a long, long ti, straightening up only after Milton White was long gone. He then headed toward the base.
In the Erald Garden was a little hill, intentionally preserved during the construction of this place, atop of which was a pavilion.
At this mont, Lydia Lowell and Wanda Wesley stood looking at Milton White and Eight-01, their faces full of confusion.
"Did you hear that just now? Eight-01 called him... master?"
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(Good night.)
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