After the invitation was sent out, Song Cilai's school affairs were finished.

"Everyone, remember to go." Song Ci waved at everyone, then left with his empty little schoolbag on his back.

Without going back to the apartment, I went directly to the studio outside the school.

Chu Rong was already waiting there.

"It's over?" Chu Rong asked.

Song Ci nodded, and poured a glass of water from the water dispenser.

After drinking the water, Song Ci began to wear equipment, pure white gloves, and a long white coat.

The two did not continue to talk about some of them, and began to invest in the research and development of personal terminals.

Ten days passed quickly. On May 31st, Song Ci and Chu Rong made their first personal terminal samples.

It is much harder to do this than to make a holographic game helmet, and Chu Rong feels duck power.

The key point is that they have been working for so long, and the first personal terminal sample they made is actually the lowest version of the bracelet-type personal terminal.

Song Ci could only sigh, after all, many of the materials needed by the Interstellar Alliance's personal terminal were collected from other planets.

And now she can only find substitutes but it is not very easy to find.

If you want to make high-end personal terminals, you can, but if you want mass production, the materials should not be too rare.

"Go back and rest first." Chu Rong took off the white gloves from his hands and said to Song Ci at the same time.

Song Ci nodded and began to take off his gloves, but as soon as he took them off, the phone in his pocket rang.

Song Ci used the hand that took off his glove to take the phone, but the other glove had to be bitten off with his mouth.

"I see, I will go there early tomorrow." After Song Ci said a few words, he hung up the phone.

Chu Rong looked over with curiosity in his eyes.

"The phone at home, let us go there early tomorrow." Song Ci said.

Chu Rong nodded, indicating that he understood.

On the way back to the apartment, Song Ci walked slowly.

Chu Rong didn't rush her, and the two of them walked back to the apartment so slowly.

Chu Rong went to the kitchen to cook. Song Ci sat on the sofa with an upright posture, not at all like before. He would not lie down if he could lie down, and he would not sit if he could lie down.

Chu Rong glanced at Song Ci while cooking, and thought about it a lot.

Song Ci sat on the sofa for a while, then stood up, walked to the door of the kitchen, and stared at Chu Rong by the door frame of the kitchen.

Chu Rong was stared at, suddenly feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Xiao Rongrong, would you be very angry if I told you a secret that subverted your knowledge?!" Song Ci blinked his big eyes and asked seriously.

Chu Rong's hands kept cooking, and he said directly, "It depends on what it is."

Although Chu Rong seemed to be stable, in fact, he probably had some guesses in his heart.

It seems that Song Ci intends to confess to him, right?

Suddenly happy!

But you can't be too obvious, you have to hold back, and you have to cooperate with surprise for a while.

It can only be said that Chu Rong still has a black belly.

"For example... I'm a woman or something." Song Ci tilted his head to see how Chu Rong reacted.

Then, he found that Chu Rong was still expressionless.

"What's the matter? Frightened stupid?" Song Ci was so panicked.

"Didn't people deliberately want to hide from you." Song Ci was completely panicked.

Around the fingers, grievances baba, there is a rare feeling of fear.

If Chu Rong is particularly angry and doesn't forgive her, how can you deal with it?