My Robot Girlfriend — Battery at One Percent

I'll go to the hospital tonight and take Doubao's leg off for you. He keeps lying that his leg's broken. Just got discharged. And his charger,

the 65-watt one. Five minutes of charge lasts two hours. I turned my dead girlfriend into a robot.

So I'm alive. You're back. Dude,

Where'd this bring me? Am I still in China? Where's our big house? Woke up and it's gone.

Used the house money to build you. So I'm like a fancy renovation, technically, you're uncompleted.

When I was alive, I suffered with you. After I died, you brought me back to suffer.

Good grief, I opened my eyes, and the meter shows 2%. Even the battery's used.

New ones cost too much. Dude, this is resurrection! Get me a decent one.

Power's from the hardware store next door. Voltage might be a bit unstable. I just came back, and I'm already dying.

Better than in a box. True. Not in a box now. Welded to the table.

Think of it as a two-story house. Downstairs unfurnished. You're pretty decent. So my brain...

is it used too? Processor's from my old phone. Your crappy phone takes three seconds to scan QR codes.

You stuck that in my head. You've got nerve. Can't you sell the old phone? Where would I sell it?

Anyway, let's not. Wait. Something got in my head. Like what?

A 20-second ad. Can't skip it. It puts ads in everything. Yep.

The system you installed— has more power than my life. Your phone looks decent. Course it does.

Just bought it. What about your old one? Sold it to Zhuanzhuan for recycling. My iPhone 16

got me over 3,600. Their price is really fair. More than any shop I asked offered.

Besides phones, my old tablet, laptop, even designer bags—

all sold on Zhuanzhuan. Perfect for people like us, lazy about selling stuff. So,

listen to me. Got things to recycle? Go with Zhuanzhuan. Okay,

ad's over. So you went ahead, sold the house, built a half-baked girlfriend.

I'm back, and I suffer with you daily. Don't— At least you're back. Save the romance.

Half my body's welded to this desk. Even hell wasn't this bad. Warning.

Battery under one percent. Hold on. I'll grab a wire from the hardware shop next door.

The electricity thief inside! Get out here! Oh no. Who's that?

The hardware shop boss. Fine. So you're the one stealing power, My cutter can't even run now.

No wonder. Why my charge kept dropping. Turns out I was fighting a cutter for juice. Who's this half-woman?

Boss, Don't worry who I am. Your shop's quality's really bad. You steal from me and mock my shop?

He just booted up, language module's a bit off. Hold on, Why do I find him so familiar?

Boss, don't talk nonsense. Knock it off. I just woke up, don't add drama.