"You Ye! Pour me a glass of water! Grandpa Taoist is thirsty!"
"Yes, Tai Yinzi!"
"Bleh! What is this garbage, so terrible to drink! Bring out my 1993 bottle of Moutai!"
"Yes, Tai Yinzi!"
"Hmm... This is better! Give my shoulders a massage, tinkering with the 'Main God' these days has worn me out!"
"Alright, Tai Yinzi."
"Not satisfied? The boss said you have to assist me, Grandpa Taoist! I'm the main person in charge of this plan now! If you don't do well, I'll report to the boss! Saying you're ineffective!"
"Ah... Please don't, Tai Yinzi! I'll give you a shoulder massage!"
Above - don't misunderstand - of course, none of this actually happened, it's merely a little drama in the mind of the club's new superstar.
In fact, while the little theater played out, Tai Yinzi was holding a tray with a cup filled with black liquid, placing it in front of a metal lump.
It's called Adam, the creation of the club's maid Ms. Ren, an intelligent program machine with complex algorithms.
