This surprised Chu Cheng a bit.

Although people say that "the secretary does something", he is not unaware that Stark's super intelligent secretary is very powerful and almost omnipotent, 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, but after thinking about it, I think it seems quite reasonable. For an intelligence like Friday, if you want to learn, you can learn to become a culinary master immediately, but Stark, the big dog, usually doesn't need to let his super intelligence worth hundreds of millions to do such wasteful work as cooking.

So Chu Cheng sat down and tasted it with the mentality of giving it a try, and his eyes lit up immediately, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"I counted your recipes in the past year, sir, including the most frequently selected shops and the most frequently ordered dishes, and accurately calculated your taste preferences."

As she spoke, she reached out and swiped out of thin air, and a transparent floating screen suddenly appeared out of thin air. The dosage of various seasonings is listed above in detail, and the precision after the decimal point makes people feel that it is not like a recipe but like a formula for some top-secret potion.

This kind of augmented reality floating screen, which is the same as that in Stark's 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 the palm of her hand.

"Let me know if something doesn't suit your taste, and I can adjust it," she said.

"No, it's fine."

Chu Cheng was amazed. There is also this kind of scientific cooking method based on statistics, which he did not expect. Thinking about it, whether he is in the school cafeteria or ordering takeaway, the food he usually eats is indeed roughly fixed.

Because there seems to be only a few restaurants in the nearby life circle that suit his taste, and if he finds one he likes, he will eat it again every three days.

Friday should have looked up his recipes through his consumption records, and then made a detailed list based on scientific statistics, which almost perfectly restored the ingredients and flavors he likes.

A recipe tailored only for him in the world.

This is just the tip of the iceberg of the benefits brought by the super intelligent little secretary, and Chu Cheng already feels a little bit refreshed. Among other things, at least it will be taken orally in the future.

Then, while he was enjoying the most delicious breakfast ever in his memory, Friday walked up to him, flipping his flabbily fair little hand, and projected a holographic screen again in his palm, this time the picture appeared are some documents.

Chu Cheng squinted his eyes and quickly realized that this was a document sent from the Ninth Office a day ago. Some materials that he needed to sort out were also his first tasks after joining the job.

Because the deadline given by the superior was relatively loose, Chu Cheng had no intention of starting work in the past two days in the spirit of laying down and never working if he could touch the fish.

But judging from the content on the projection screen, it seems that all the files have been sorted out?

"I did your work on my own while you were resting," said Friday. "I hope you don't mind."

"No, of course I don't mind."

Xianyu's biggest dream is to wake up one day, and when the fate comes, he can complete his work by himself. When such a good dream comes true, he can't wait to hug 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 flickered again, and a new folder was automatically opened, showing an assignment file named after his name, class and student number.

That's what modern teachers call their assignments. In other words, the caring Fifth Sister not only helped him with the wiring assignment, but even changed the title format for him as required. As long as he, the master, nodded, she would submit and send it in the next second. He hadn't even seen what the homework looked like.

"Sir, if you think I'm a little presumptuous, or if there are some things you'd rather do by yourself, you can also tell me..."

"It's okay, it's fine like this." Chu Cheng smiled.

In the past, he only thought that Stark, a big dog, must be happy to have all the basic necessities of life assisted by black technology, but now he realizes that he was wrong.

Most people can't even imagine the happiness of a big dog.

Unlike Jarvis, the butler-type intelligence, Friday is more partial to Stark's electronic secretary while working as a part-time housekeeper. The work of a secretary requires her to be able to take care of everything and consider all kinds of things and situations for the boss in advance. Sometimes the boss does not think that the secretary should be able to take the initiative to complete many things.

An artificial intelligence programmer who can achieve such a level of AI technology with the existing AI technology of Jiji Star can't even imagine in his dreams, but Iron Man's technology can do it.

So 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 whole universe, and human beings are primitive natives who are trapped on the planet Xinshoucun and don't even understand their own galaxy.

But if you want to say that he is weak in technology, what about Iron Man, Mister Fantastic, Doctor of Destruction, these technological side-mounted forces are all from the earth, and from time to time they can give you a set of god-killing weapons that scare the gods of the universe and turn around and run away. , It seems that there is some ulterior transaction with Fatty Lan, the scientific **** of the 22nd century.

So Marvel's Earth technology tree may not only be a little crooked, but a direct fault. The average level of all human beings is the indigenous people at the bottom of the universe, but the few hangers represented by Stark are another matter.

Chu Cheng finished his breakfast comfortably, and watched Friday tidy up obediently. For the first time in his life, he also felt like he had experienced the treatment of a rich man.

At the same time, I was still wondering if changing Fifth Sister into a maid outfit at such a time would complete the lore.

Then his face suddenly changed slightly.

Wait, if she's sifting through her computer and internet data for unfinished work and homework, doesn't that mean...

"Friday?"

The girl paused, stopped what she was doing and turned around respectfully.

"I am here, sir."

"...Have you seen my hard drive?"

"Yes, sir. But don't worry, your 'study materials' are safe, as are your browsing history."

As Friday said, he actually revealed a slightly mischievous and sly smile, and blinked at him.

Chu Cheng: "..."

 …

Elsewhere, in a room at an unknown location.

A round table with six seats. Five figures sat in five of the seats, and one of the chairs was empty.

"I heard that someone had a safe house exposed last night."

A woman's voice came from the shadows. A tail-like object protruded from behind the chair she was sitting on, and it swayed twice in the darkness.

"A small accident, nothing serious." The woman sitting directly opposite said lazily, "My people blew up that room and will not leave any evidence."

"But your men were caught."

"It's nothing more than a chess piece that can be discarded at any time."

The woman on the opposite side said, smiled lightly, leaned out from the shadows, and her pretty but extremely pale face came under the light.

Chen Meiyue, a senior agent of Secret Service Nine.

"Pawns like this," she said with a smile, "as many as you want."

The woman opposite said nothing. The black tail fell into her hand, and she gently stroked the tail.

"Now is the most critical moment, and we need to be more careful." In another seat, a strong and tall man said aloud, "But at this critical moment, we have broken An important member..."

When he said this, he paused, and his eyes fell on the vacant seat beside the round table.

"He's right."

It was another man at the table who spoke. He leaned against the back of the chair, several tentacles stretched out behind him, dancing silently in the darkness.

"Dreamwalker's fall should be a wake-up call to all of us. He underestimated the enemy and paid the price. 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 giggled twice.

"He never knew how to appreciate. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

The woman with the tail on the opposite side cast a sideways glance at Chen Meiyue from the shadows.

"I think the point of this is to say to you. You are too high-profile."

"Don't worry, I'm sensible." Chen Meiyue didn't care.

The woman looked at her with slightly displeased eyes.

"It seems that you like this face very much." The woman said angrily, "Aren't you going to show your true colors even here?"

"Huh? What are you talking about? I can't seem to understand."

Chen Meiyue leaned back in the chair with a smile, her long legs covered in boots lay on the table.

"This is my original face."

"you......"

"Okay, that's it."

At the center of the round table, the man who had been silent all this time spoke.

He sat up straight, his face poking out of the shadows.

The number one person on the most wanted list of the Secret Service Nine, defected agent, Leng Ji.

"The awakening of 'Key' is accelerating, and it is estimated that it will take two days." He said, "I want all of you to be vigilant."

As he spoke, his eyes swept over everyone present.

The other four fell silent. Even Chen Meiyue put down her long legs and resumed her sitting posture, looking cute.

"Whether it's the Secret Service Nine, or those so-called heroes in strange costumes," Leng Ji said, "anyone is not allowed to disturb the process of awakening. Before that, we don't need any extra sight.

So whoever it is, keep a low profile for now. Did I make it clear? "

Although these words were addressed to everyone, his eyes clearly fell on Chen Meiyue.

"Yes, I understand."

Chen Meiyue showed him a sweet smile.

"Who made you the boss?"