The weapon refiner is not doing her job properly

Chapter 88 Attempting Repair
The two rushed out of the teaching building hand in hand, and bumped into a fiery red figure at the corner.

The little beast sat gracefully, its distinct red fur looking as if it had been coated with a glossy varnish; just by looking at it, you could tell it felt wonderful to the touch.

“Oh, my lovely little gentleman.” Sally bent down and gently scratched Kiri’s head.

The cat narrowed its glassy eyes slightly, meowed politely, and then affectionately wrapped its arms around Su Ninglong's ankle.

Sally knew that Kiri was a navigator dog, an incredibly capable pet.

"With it around, Xing-gege's life is much easier." As Sally said, with Qi Rui, Su Ninglong's personal safety has been greatly improved.

More importantly, Xingyuan was taken away for further training today. Apparently, he was going to listen to a lecture by a senior mentor with extensive experience, recommended by Yunfei.

He couldn't pick up Su Ninglong from get out of class today, so he asked Haiyu for help. Later, Shali volunteered to take on the task, while Qirui was responsible for guarding her, which put Xingyuan at ease.

Yun Fei also suggested that Su Ninglong change her mentor. It wasn't that Xing Yuan was incompetent, but that he wasn't experienced enough and his understanding was still stuck in the academy era. He also spoiled Su Ninglong too much.

Any elder who cares about Su Ninglong doesn't believe that spoiling her is a good thing, as it may lead to the child becoming too willful.

Of course, Yun Fei fully respects Suninglong's choice.

Su Ninglong didn't want Xingyuan to leave. The ancestor loved looking at handsome men, and if she could find someone more handsome and better at cooking than Xingyuan, she wouldn't mind having another guide.

Yes, one more, she wouldn't want to replace Xingyuan.

Brother Xingyuan is gentle and intelligent. He won't make decisions for her on his own initiative, and he won't change his mind no matter who comes to her.

Yunfei could only tell Xingyuan to take more courses when he had time, and he also offered him a spot in any lectures so that he could attend more of them.

As a result, Xingyuan is extremely busy one or two days a week.

Sally led Su Ninglong to the second floor of the Information Department, where they could see the scene in front of the school auditorium across the street more clearly.

By the time they arrived, the argument was already coming to an end.

The police stopped the Wei family members, preventing them from entering the school auditorium, which was located above where the shareholders were holding a meeting.

Wei Zhen's excessive behavior damaged the reputation of the Star Alliance directors, violated Star Alliance rules, and broke the law.

The shareholders voted almost unanimously to oust Weizhen.

Supported by her two sons, Wei Zhen limped out, looking quite disheveled.

As the excitement was about to end, Su Ninglong didn't want to miss out on Will's comeuppance.

He asked the adults watching the commotion nearby, as if they knew the place well, "How did they get into this mess?"

Although the shareholders' meeting was conducted under public notice, it shouldn't have caused anyone embarrassment.

One of them, holding a feather duster and pretending to be an auntie cleaning a window corner, answered Su Ninglong.

"Wei Zhen takes his shareholder status too seriously, openly challenging the rules of the Executive Department. He's caused trouble several times before, threatening others with his shareholder status. His eldest son, Will, was elected by threatening a selection organization in a small town. It's just that he was given enough money before, and he's a shareholder, so he was taken advantage of but put down easily."

The middle-aged man next to him offered his opinion: "The Star Alliance is short of money. Besides, sending people into schools doesn't guarantee they'll stay. The assessments will still be conducted according to the highest standards. No one's children have any special privileges that would hinder the Star Alliance's fairness in selecting truly talented individuals."

"Principal Yan was very firm this time, forcefully kicking the person off the stage. It finally felt satisfying."

"Wei Zhen went too far this time, crossing the line. Principal Yan was probably waiting for this moment."

“Will is actually alright. He’s willing to work hard and has the qualifications to get into the foreign language department. Wei Yuan is far from that. I could see his inevitable elimination before he turned ten when I was only five years old.”

“Wei Zhen’s shareholder status was inherited from his father. He doesn’t quite understand the art of balancing things. While others are playing it safe, he actively took sides, and this is how he ended up.”

Many people are unaware of the family circumstances of shareholders and do not usually pay attention to them. However, once a shareholder gets into trouble, all sorts of information can be dug up.

Fragmented information gleaned from these individuals reveals that Star Alliance Academy was rife with internal strife. Wei Zhen willingly became someone else's pawn, and due to his excessive methods, he was abandoned and expelled from Star Alliance.

The two children couldn't understand the complex relationships within the Star Alliance, but seeing Will's ashamed and indignant expression, they didn't find anything wrong with it; he really was too annoying.

“Is Will taking his father as an example because he’s always so provocative?” Su Ninglong asked.

Sally shook her head and said, "I've seen Director Wei bowing and scraping to Zhou Jiaxi."

Following his father's example, Will should be a pragmatic person.

"But can you imagine Will becoming a sycophant?"

"Pfft." Su Ninglong shook her head violently. It really wouldn't work. Will was like a lapdog barking at the lead dog. It would be difficult for him to distinguish between the king and the queen.

With such extreme duality, how could Wei Zhen be a fool?

But who knows what Weizhen is thinking? We shouldn't get involved in the board's disputes; we should just watch the show.

Sally suddenly realized something: "Will get expelled because of this?"

Why worry about the fate of a bad guy?

“I’m not worried about him, I just want to know what the school will do next. Don’t let the consequences affect future generations.” Sally showed no sympathy for him, only rationally analyzing: “They’ll probably just expel Wei Zhen, it won’t affect Will and Wei Yuan.”

However, reality is rarely so idealistic. It may not affect continued learning, but it can significantly impact one's mindset.

Wei Zhen's defeat directly caused Will to explode at the slightest provocation, constantly assuming that others were talking behind his back.

In Navic's class, Will inexplicably exploded, "All you do is point fingers all day long. Can't you focus on your studies?"

With Navica in a daze, Will slammed the door and left.

The sense of superiority that comes with "status" will ultimately lead to being bound by "status".

Nobody is afraid of him anymore, and nobody associates with him.

Will couldn't adapt to the change in his identity and could only maintain his arrogance to hide his inner vulnerability.

In other words, he is paying a hefty "retribution bill" for his past arrogance.

……

As the evening sun set, Su Ninglong returned to her workshop, turned on the mosquito repellent, and then went to the warehouse to drag out her dilapidated robots.

Through self-study, Su Ninglong finally mastered the basics of code and mechanical structure.

Next, if we want to apply the knowledge learned from interstellar travel to weapon crafting, we must conduct a more in-depth study of the system.

Practice can verify the truth, so she's going to start repairing the robot.

Su Ninglong held a screwdriver, disassembled all the parts, took out empty small storage boxes, and sorted them out.

Check the seams for damage and the screws for rust. If there is rust, soak them in a solution to make rust removal easier later.

After all that, the three broken robots were completely disassembled, unrecognizable from their original form. Mechanical damage usually occurs in parts that are prone to wear, high loads, or exposed to the environment.

The robots Zou Shuyi bought were all second-hand.

When a second-hand robot is purchased, it has already been used for some time. Although robots are not living beings, their lifespan is not eternal. In order to speed up the turnover of goods in the market, many merchants will deliberately replace certain parts with cheaper and more easily damaged ones.

Suninglong also learned this while disassembling the device and researching artificial intelligence.

For top-tier weapon refiners, deliberately replacing magical artifacts with cheaper alternatives, causing them to be easily damaged, is unforgivable.

But she couldn't change this phenomenon. Robots are like daily necessities; the market needs to be fluid, so they can't be made to be perfect. Armed robots are an exception; if the quality of these is even slightly poor, the interstellar military will scold them to death.

Suninglong first inspected the robot's core, the spherical chip, which is also the part of the robot that stores data and sends commands.

Of the three robots' cores, one is completely broken and cannot be connected to the external smart screen.

The other two are intact, but they come from different manufacturing companies, have very different backends, and use independent artificial intelligence module algorithms, making them even more complicated.

Su Ninglong stared at the backend code with her big almond-shaped eyes, but she still couldn't understand it even after staring so hard she became cross-eyed.

Old Master Su was disgruntled. As expected, this wasn't something that could be built simply by learning some basics. If the technology involved were that low, the price of robots would have been driven down long ago.

She temporarily abandoned the modification of the ball core and turned her attention to other parts.

The spirit fire in his hand flickered as he repaired the outer shell, changed the shape of the metal, and reassembled it according to the robot's structure.

Su Ninglong lost track of time, immersed in her own world.

Qirui and Baicai squeezed onto the same shelf, while the big dog Ollie was assigned by the principal to guard the door.

The three pets remained quiet, not daring to disturb Su Ninglong.

Since they weren't dealing with any secret artifacts, the door was wide open, and a cool breeze blew in from outside, ruffling Su Ninglong's fine, wispy hair.

A cute little round robot was created. Suninglong manually controlled the robot's limbs, stabilizer, and suspension base, and everything worked normally.

She installed the ball core and then started it.

The spherical core of the small round robot lit up with blue light and then rose five centimeters off the ground.

The tiny head (voice-generating device), about the size of a tennis ball, turned around and said, "Welcome, welcome, I'm Ada."

Su Ninglong clapped her hands with a smug grin, congratulating herself, "Congratulations to myself, I've finally been able to fix the robot."

Just as they were having a good time, Xingyuan and Teacher Yang happened to meet on the road and came back together. They saw Xiaodouding proudly showing off his new achievements to the three pets.

Bai Cai nodded repeatedly, praising in a high-pitched voice, "Good, good, good."

I don't know what's so good about it, but it's good, that's all that matters.

"Don't force yourself to praise someone if you don't know how. I know you're a slow learner and don't understand the charm of creation."

"You're the stupid one." Cabbage angrily flapped its wings, flew up and grabbed Su Ninglong's hair, but was pressed to the ground by Qirui.

"Aaaaaah... I'm going to die."

The dramatic cabbage spread itself out into a green blob, and Qirui glanced at it sideways before releasing its paw.

The eldest sister, Ollie, remained calm and let the two pups play. Her thoughts were the same as Su Ninglong's: she wouldn't attack unless they were killed.

Xingyuan chuckled at their interaction, his golden eyes gleaming with gentle light. "What miracle has our little inventor created today? Can you share it?"

"Of course." Old Ancestor Su showed off the robot he had repaired and patted its arm.

"Ada, go outside and pick a flower." Ada's core immediately lit up with a dark blue pattern. It could also recognize Su Ninglong and knew that she was its little master, so it obediently stepped out the door.

Ada's hovering chassis hummed as it turned toward the door in a standard, polite manner—if one ignored its comical, hand-and-foot-in-the-shoe motion.

Suddenly, its metal joints emitted a rusty, old man's creaking sound. After the suspended chassis collided with the threshold three times as if in a struggle, the entire machine tilted forward with a roar, and its metal head crashed into the stone slab, paralyzed and motionless.

Su Ninglong pressed her hands to her cheeks, crying out in despair, "How could this happen? Everything was working perfectly, why isn't it functioning?"

"There might be something wrong somewhere." Xingyuan only knew basic code and programming, so he couldn't help.

If it were that easy to fix, the repairman near the bar could easily sell his shop.

"Perhaps you could consult Shen Zhaoming." The only person Xingyuan could think of was him. The fact that he had awakened a special ability showed that he was particularly sensitive to data-related matters.

“That’s one way.” Su Ninglong turned and contacted Shen Zhaoming.

The foreign teacher waved to Bai Cai at the door, "Bao Cai, it's time to go back."

The cabbage flew onto Ollie's head, the whole bird hiding in its long feathers, "Cabbage wants to see the joke."

"Oh, then you can stay here. I just bought some snow cicadas; I'll feed them to the other birds."

The cabbage quickly rolled off Aoli's head, following Teacher Yang to watch Suninglong's jokes. They could watch anytime. They couldn't miss eating snow cicadas because they were expensive, and people with the surname Yang rarely bought them.

The foreign teacher said to Xingyuan, "Your child is about to steal their hearts."

"On behalf of the teacher, I am proud of your excellent teaching methods; your students have surpassed your teaching abilities."

The foreign professor's hand trembled as he stroked his beard. "I didn't teach many days in total, so please don't mention it again." His reputation in academia was being worn away by his students.

After Bai Cai left, Su Ninglong struck up a conversation with Shen Zhaoming.

Shen Zhaoming: "It's good that you contacted me now. In two days, I'll have to go to work."

"Go to work? What kind of work?" Su Ninglong thought that Shen Zhaoming was probably a good-for-nothing young master who could play with Lian Xinyi and Lei Qingya. He might have some psychological trauma from his family, but he definitely didn't need to work like a slave.

"I need to thank you for this."

Su Ninglong: I suspect you're cricketing at me! Who thanks someone when they're at work?

"After I discovered my special abilities, I went to the relevant department for certification. Then I was noticed by the Intelligent Computing Research Institute of the Star Alliance Executive Department. I've passed two rounds of interviews and will officially start work next week. I can't be contacted via my wristband during work hours." Once you join the Intelligent Computing Research Institute, you become a member of the Star Alliance. As long as you achieve results, you can climb higher and even enjoy more power than Director Shen.

Shen Zhaoming would never miss this opportunity to trample his father underfoot; it was his duty.

Su Ninglong: "Congratulations."

"Thank you. I'll be registering at school tomorrow and buy you some lobsters, okay?" Shen Zhaoming extended a gesture of goodwill, originally intending to surprise Su Ninglong, but since she had taken the initiative to contact him, he decided to offer her a formal invitation.

Su Ninglong: "Okay."

Shen Zhaoming smiled and said, "Anything you want to ask, just ask."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, we moved on to the questioning session.