People are in Xingtie, and I am their dead white moonlight?

Jiang Mo smiled lightly. He did not give Heita any chance to speak. After saying this, he left the restaurant decisively and walked towards the room that the butler robot had arranged for him.

Looking at Jiang Mo's gradually receding back, Heita frowned slightly, as if he was very dissatisfied with his behavior of "disobeying orders".

In her opinion, the only thing in this world that is worth her attention is "problems", and other things are destined to become vassals of "problems".

What you eat is not important. What is important is that it can provide you with energy so that you can continue to research and explore the "problem".

"The facts will prove... that I was right."

Heita murmured in a low voice, and the expression on his face gradually returned to its original coldness. Then he also stood up and left the restaurant.

......

Jiang Mo lay on the bed, looking at the white ceiling above his head, carefully considering the current status of the black tower.

Just as he realized in the restaurant, the Heita he was dealing with now seemed to have a personality quite different from that of Ms. Heita.

Apart from caring about "problems", the current Black Tower seems a little too cold?

It's as if he is indifferent to everything in this world and only cares about problems.

If the real Black Tower is likened to a "genius with a weird personality", then the guy he is facing is completely a "cold problem-solving machine".

"If it's the former, I might be able to break her absolute rationality by using 'questions' to keep her hooked and pouty..."

"But facing a 'machine' that's so cold it doesn't even care about its own feelings, does this method really work? She didn't even show the most basic curiosity just now?"

Thinking of this, Jiang Mo rubbed his temples with a headache.

"You can't use force, right?"

Almost in an instant, Jiang Mo thought of some more evil methods.

For example, tying up Heita's limbs with chains, dragging her into a dark basement, and toying with her until her rationality slowly collapses...

But these thoughts were quickly suppressed by Jiang Mo himself.

If he were to have this idea about the Black Tower doll...he might actually be able to make it.

But this guy is a real kid!

Having desires for children is already beastly, but putting them into practice is even worse than a beast, isn't it?

"...Never mind, let's just take it one step at a time."

Jiang Mo shook his head slightly. He couldn't think of a better solution at the moment, so he could only use the old plan and slowly explore it.

"I hope I can find some opportunities tomorrow..."

......

Early the next morning, Heita sat bored at the dining table, looking at the two figures busy in the kitchen, and yawned out of boredom.

In her opinion, such a question without any suspense does not require any argumentation at all, because the ending is already determined from the beginning.

From a rational point of view, it is impossible to cook two different flavors using the same ingredients and the same cooking method. This is illogical.

But to her, such arguments are harmless.

The macrocosm fried rice does not require any precious ingredients, and the time spent does not affect her ability to continue researching the problem.

However, if the new tutor cannot satisfy her, she will probably kick him out of the mansion before he leaves due to pressure or other factors.

What she needs are academic problems, not these boring things in life.

Soon, two plates of Big Universe Fried Rice were brought to her by the butler robot, along with its gentle electronic synthesized sound.

"Ms. Heita, the plate on the left is the Cosmos Fried Rice I made according to a previous recipe, and the plate on the right is made by the tutor. Please enjoy it."

"In addition, to ensure the rigor of the 'proof', the ingredients and production process used by the tutor are exactly the same as the recipe."

After saying this, the butler robot stood obediently beside the dining table, waiting for the Black Tower to issue the next stage of instructions.

Looking at the two plates of large cosmic fried rice in front of him, Heita nodded slightly, then picked up the spoon with an expressionless face and began to taste them one by one.

The one on the left was the same as usual, with no change in taste or texture. It was a familiar taste to her.

But she was not in a hurry to taste the one on the right. Instead, she raised her head slightly, looked at the confident Jiang Mo and said:

"At this point, I don't know how you're going to prove to me that your 'problem' actually exists."

"You'll know after trying it. You only know rice cooked by robots, not humans, right?"

Hearing Jiang Mo's words, Heita was stunned at first, then nodded gently, scooped up a spoonful of fried rice with a silver spoon and put it into his mouth.

Almost at the same time as Heita took a spoonful of golden fried rice, his movements suddenly froze.

But this stiffness did not last long. After the first spoonful, he soon had the second spoonful, the third spoonful... until the whole plate of fried rice was eaten up by Black Tower.

After putting the silver spoon down, Heita raised his head slightly, looked at the man who was still smiling confidently, and asked with some confusion:

"...the ingredients and cooking process are the same, so why is the taste so different?"

Just before Jiang Mo was about to answer Black Tower's question, the red light curtain appeared in front of Jiang Mo again without warning.

[Faced with the "thirsty for knowledge" little girl in front of you, your answer is——]

[1. It’s *drug, I added *drug]

[2. Tell you? Sure. As long as I'm your tutor, you must obey me and do whatever I tell you to do.]

3. Want to know? Come with me to the basement and let me teach you a lesson.

Looking at the options that suddenly appeared in front of him, Jiang Mo's mouth twitched.

"Ahaha... You really never miss an opportunity to cause trouble..."

Jiang Mo complained in his heart while making a choice on the light screen in front of him.

"Want to know? Well, as long as I'm your tutor, you have to do whatever I say. Don't act like an employer in front of me!"

Chapter 6: Obtaining the Black Tower...

Looking at Jiang Mo with a playful expression in front of him, Heita couldn't help but frown, and a hint of doubt flashed in his crimson-purple eyes.

She didn't understand why this previously gentle tutor would suddenly turn hostile at this time?

But soon, Heita returned to his previous puppet state with a cold expression and nodded slightly.

"Okay, I promise you—so... why is this happening?"

She didn't care why Jiang Mo suddenly got angry. She wanted to figure out why the taste of the two plates of fried rice was so different.

The ingredients and cooking methods used are obviously the same, so why is there such a big difference?

If Jiang Mo's fried rice was like distinct grains of rice dancing on the tip of the tongue, then the robot's fried rice was like rotten, smelly dead fish lying flat on the beach.

There is no comparison at all.

Looking at the confused Black Tower in front of him, Jiang Mo shook his head slightly, then said:

"Let me first clarify a more specific question: why is it that with the same recipe, ingredients, and cooking techniques, the robot's food doesn't taste good, but the food I make tastes good?"

Hearing this more precise question, Heita lowered his head slightly, as if thinking of the conversation in the courtyard yesterday afternoon.

"Because... there are extra variables?"

Jiang Mo nodded slightly. "That's right, just like that star trajectory calculation problem, an irrational variable caused the entire problem to change drastically."

"And now this 'problem' is the same, with the involvement of irrational variables."

At this point, Jiang Mo paused for a moment, "The biggest difference between Mr. Butler and I is... I'm human, and he's a robot. I have emotions that are out of the established program, but he doesn't."

"Ever since the seventy-sixth 'genius' of the universe—Mr. 'Screw-Gum,' the Emperor of Screw Star and leader of all inorganic life—formed a partnership with the Interstellar Peace Corporation... all robot manufacturers throughout the universe have been banned from creating any inorganic entities capable of displaying 'emotions.'"

"The most fundamental manifestation of 'emotion' is in communication and behavioral patterns in daily life. So...when you spend more time with people, you'll find that many robots' behavior is completely unreasonable."

"Of course, cooking is part of it. As someone with feelings, I have the power to lose control. Even if the overall direction is correct, I can make some small mistakes, which can make an otherwise perfect meal seem a little off. But that's the biggest difference between humans and robots."

"Let me give you the simplest example. Even with the most precise recipe, a traveler in a foreign country can't replicate the exact taste of a dish their mother cooked. Everyone makes mistakes when doing things, but it's these mistakes...that make us unique."

Hearing Jiang Mo's words, Heita blinked slightly, then fell into deep thought. After a while, he said softly:

"That's a twisted logic. This is an unsolvable problem. You can't be sure that an irrational variable like 'emotion' is involved. You can't prove to me that it was the so-called 'omission' that created this...delicious breakfast."

"But when we first met, didn't you also throw me a similarly unsolvable problem? This isn't some twisted logic."

"Of course, you can be more extreme and think that I'm just making things difficult for you. It doesn't matter."

Jiang Mo smiled indifferently, then slowly sat down beside the silent Black Tower.

“Some problems are unsolvable because of limitations. Just because you think something is unsolvable now doesn’t mean it will be unsolvable for you in the future.”

"You're such a genius—perhaps one day in the future, you can actually come up with a solution to this 'unsolvable' problem."

As he spoke, he looked at the butler robot that was still in standby mode and said quite casually:

"Actually, the more detailed solution is quite simple. Turn robots into inorganic life forms, and then have them cook for you, and you'll get the answer."

"How is it? Are you satisfied with my question, Miss Heita?"

Jiang Mo looked at the silent and thoughtful Black Tower with a half-smile, waiting for her answer.

“…Okay, although I still don’t agree with the answer you provided, I hope you can stick with me until I finish this “question”.”

"Don't be like the previous tutors who didn't even make it halfway before running away."

As Heita spoke, he raised his head, and for the first time, the outline of a human was reflected in his crimson-purple eyes.

If she was only slightly interested in Jiang Mo, the new tutor, yesterday afternoon, then now... she has developed a very strong interest in him.

Being able to transform these trivial matters in life into "problems" and ultimately return them to academics was an experience she had never had before.

However...compared to this, she was more looking forward to seeing Jiang Mo's academic achievements.

After all, she hired a tutor, not a male nanny to take care of her life.

Thinking of this, Heita raised his head slightly, and when he was about to say something to Jiang Mo beside him...he found that he was staring at his legs.

——To be more precise, it’s the stockings on my legs.

"you..."

"Take it off."

"?"

Heita's pupils dilated slightly, and he looked at Jiang Mo, who was sitting next to him, in disbelief, as if he didn't expect him to say such a thing.

What's wrong with this person? How can he change his attitude faster than turning the pages of a book?

"Hasn't what I've said been clear enough? Take it off. As your tutor, and in exchange for answering any extra questions, you must obey my instructions."

Jiang Mo deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the last four words, then looked at the black tower, which still had not taken any action, with a somewhat puzzled look, and issued a silent urging.

Heita bit his lips lightly, and for the first time showed a hesitant look in front of Jiang Mo.

But soon, the girl slowly raised her legs, slowly took off the black stockings wrapped around her calves, and stuffed them into Jiang Mo's hands.

"...for you."

Feeling the warmth in his hand, Jiang Mo nodded gently.

"I told you, children shouldn't dress too maturely. Isn't this a good idea~"

As Jiang Mo spoke, he looked up and down at the "brand new" black tower, revealing a very satisfied smile.

Although it was not very obvious, Heita, as the person involved, could still feel it - this guy's gaze obviously lingered on his calves much more than other parts of his body!

However, since she had promised that herself, she didn't say much about it. Instead, she slowly stood up and walked barefoot towards her room.

"I'm looking forward to this afternoon's Mathematical Analysis class. I hope you can bring me more 'problems'."

By the time Jiang Mo reacted, Heita had already returned to his room. He looked at the stockings in his hand that were still warm with a wry smile and shook his head helplessly.

"Ahaha... You really are going to keep doing this until you die..."