strokinit Chapter 89 Big Pectoral Muscles?
Chapter 89 Big Pectoral Muscles?
As soon as the hearing ended, the atmosphere immediately fell apart.
Those who had been sitting solemnly in the audience, those who had been standing on the periphery pretending to take notes or witness, and those who had been holding back from speaking loudly, were now all like they had finally found their voices again, whispering and gossiping among themselves.
The shattered platform remains on the ground, and the projection system is completely destroyed.
The machines responsible for maintaining order also looked like they wanted to die; they had no idea where to even begin cleaning up this place.
As Yin Vector looked down at the Holy Grail and the Golden Apple in his hand, standing there adjusting, a bottle of energy liquid was impatiently shoved into his hand.
"I drank it."
The vector rises.
The ambulance had arrived sometime earlier and was standing in front of her, its driver still looking displeased.
She paused for a moment, then asked, "When did you get up here?"
"While you were busy overturning the platform, acting as the chief judge, and incidentally turning the entire hearing room into a scrap metal dump," the ambulance replied coldly, "you didn't really think I was just sitting there waiting, did you?"
Pointer vector: "..."
She glanced down at the bottle of energy fluid, but before she could say anything, the ambulance driver frowned and continued, "Don't you know how fast your main fuel tank has been depleting? Refill it first."
"Even the Chief Justice needs to recharge."
This sentence is so natural that it actually made the vector pointer a little awkward.
She stared at the ambulance for two seconds, then finally took the energy liquid, a smile creeping onto her face: "That sounds pretty novel."
"Stop talking nonsense." The ambulance glanced at the two things in her hands. "Hold these things steady, don't drop them right after taking office."
The vector almost burst out laughing. Why is this person's way of expressing concern still so awkward?
She had just taken two sips of the energy drink when a group of people had already gathered around her.
Alita was standing closest, with one hand still on her shoulder. Her gaze swept over what was in Alita's hand and finally settled on Alita's visor, quite bluntly.
"Congratulations."
Arcee stood beside her, looking quite cheerful.
"Giving you this spot is much better than leaving it empty."
Orion looked at her, finally letting out a genuine sigh of relief, and said in a gentle and heartfelt tone, "You did very well today."
Megatron stood on the other side, offering no words of congratulations. He glanced down at the Holy Grail and the golden apple in her hand, snorted, but his expression remained relatively pleasant.
"decent."
Well, that's a compliment.
The group chat was even more lively.
Knockout: "When are you coming over for a celebration look?"
Deadfire: "...Today's developments are beyond my comprehension."
97: "Your Honor! Chief Justice! Can I brag about this for the rest of my life?!"
AZ: "I'll say it again, I've booked the place. None of you are going anywhere."
Red Spider: "You'd better not make any embarrassing decisions as soon as you take office."
Shockwave: 'Stable employment status.'
Soundwave: 'Subsequent recordings have been archived.'
She almost laughed again as she listened, and was about to reply to the group chat when she caught a glimpse of the tall, blue and white mech in front of her turning around, seemingly preparing to leave.
She paused for a moment.
Yes, and this one too.
Just now, when things were at their most chaotic, this person suddenly spoke up and helped her, saying something particularly crucial.
She had to acknowledge this kindness.
The vector immediately looked up: "Wait a minute."
Several machines nearby were watching her.
She shoved the Holy Grail and the golden apple into Alita's hands, then pushed the half-empty bottle of energy liquid into the ambulance, her movements as swift as if she were temporarily storing it.
Ambulance: "You—"
"I'll be right back." She said this and turned to chase after the blue and white machine.
The planes in the back circle all fell silent for a second.
Megatron and Orion both looked in her direction.
Alita glanced down at the Holy Grail and the golden apple in her hand, then looked up at her retreating figure, and a slight smile crept onto her lips.
The vector quickly caught up with the blue and white machine.
The other person was almost out of the area when they heard the sound, stopped, turned around, stood up straight, and their turning around looked like a military training exercise.
Yin Xiang stopped in front of him, looked up at him, and said directly, "Thank you for earlier."
The other person looked at her, his blue optical glasses steady: "Your Honor, there's no need for thanks."
Pointer vector: "..."
Her expression went blank for a moment.
No. What is it?
She's only been in that position for less than five minutes, isn't this title a bit too fast and too formal?
Seeing that she didn't respond, the other person added very seriously:
"It is my duty to speak on behalf of qualified individuals in a manner that is in accordance with my judgment."
The vector was caught off guard by the other party's seriousness and was momentarily unable to respond.
She hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help herself: "Don't call me that."
The other person paused slightly: "Which part?"
She had no idea where to begin correcting it.
"Your Honor," she repeated, even she herself found it absurd, "that's too much, you can just call me by my name."
The blue and white machine looked at her, its tone serious and methodical.
"Inappropriate."
"You have officially assumed the position of Chief Justice. Addressing you by your first name is inappropriate for the current occasion and your relationship to the Chief Justice."
Vector: "?"
Looking at the machine, she suddenly truly understood what it meant to be so disciplined, as if it had grown out of a pile of regulations.
She tried to reason with them: "We just met."
"This doesn't directly conflict with the rules of address," the other person replied quickly.
She raised her hand and pressed her temple: "No, I mean, you don't need to be so serious."
"It is necessary."
"There's no need."
"have."
"Really not."
The two aircraft stood there arguing back and forth for a while, and even the passing aircraft couldn't help but glance at them a few more times.
In the end, the other party made the first concession, or rather, he felt that he had already made a significant concession.
"At least, Your Honor."
Pointer vector: "..."
Okay, this is slightly more acceptable than "Your Excellency the Chief Justice".
Her lips twitched, but she finally conceded, "...Whatever you say."
The other party nodded, quite satisfied with the outcome of the negotiation.
Yin Xiang looked at him, finally remembering the important matter: "I still don't know your name."
"Tongtianxiao," he answered formally, "from the police system, currently—"
The vector immediately memorized the first half of the sentence.
Tongtianxiao.
Okay, I've got it.
She almost didn't hear the second half of his introduction because it sounded just like he was submitting a resume.
She interrupted him earnestly: "That's enough, that's enough, I've got it, your name is Tong Tianxiao."
Tong Tianxiao looked at her and stopped: "Okay."
The vector finally felt a bit better.
She still found it quite novel to look at the other person's ridiculously upright demeanor.
In that situation just now, he actually stood up like that and said those things, but now that we're face to face, he's become so serious.
That's amazing.
She thought for a moment, then added, "That last sentence... was very helpful. Thank you so much."
Tong Tianxiao looked at her, his tone flat: "I'm just stating my judgment; you're suitable for that position."
She smiled and said, "Okay, I received it."
Tongtianxiao nodded.
"Your Honor, in that case, I'll go first—"
"Stop." Vector interrupted immediately, "Can't you really change how you address me?"
Tong Tianxiao thought about it seriously for half a second: "It's not appropriate."
Pointer vector: "..."
This time, she genuinely laughed.
Well, it seems like this person won't change anytime soon.
Just as she was about to say something, the group chat lit up like crazy again.
AZ: "The venue is booked."
AZ: "Now that the Chief Justice has been appointed, it would be impolite not to celebrate."
97: "Come on, come on, come on!"
Knocked down: "I agree."
Jazz: "I agree."
Jazz: "And I'm starving."
Jack: "There's food? Then I have no objection."
Ambulance: "She needs to replenish her energy first."
Red Spider: "Don't make this look like a group spring outing from the lower districts."
Deadfire: "You're already in the group."
Red Spider: '...'
As Yin Vector looked at the row of messages, he couldn't suppress the urge to smile.
These guys... just a moment ago they were wielding knives and threatening to tear the ceiling off the hearing room, and now, less than a few minutes after it ended, they're already preparing a banquet.
But... it's fine.
She looked up at Tong Tianxiao: "Um, we're going to get something to eat later to celebrate. Are you coming?"
Tongtianxiao paused noticeably.
"Is this a private party?"
"Probably."
"Then I—"
Judging from his starting stance, it's clear that he's almost certainly planning to say "inappropriate".
She immediately interjected, "Don't rush to refuse. You just helped me, so it's perfectly normal for me to treat you to a meal, right?"
Tong Tianxiao remained silent for two seconds, as if he were very seriously weighing the procedural legitimacy of this matter.
Finally, he gave a very insightful answer.
"Follow-up communication that is simply to express gratitude is acceptable."
It took the vector a moment to process the translation: Okay, he'll go.
She nodded: "Okay, it's settled then. Your Honor grants you permission to go together."
Tong Tianxiao looked at her and actually replied, "Understood."
The vector almost choked with laughter; this machine was even more interesting than she had imagined.
As she turned to walk back, the large group of familiar machines behind her had almost all converged on her.
Jazz and Jack stood nearby.
The ambulance was still holding the half-empty bottle of energy drink she had just handed over, muttering, "You'd better take it back and keep drinking it."
Alita handed the Holy Grail and the golden apple back to her, and then patted her on the shoulder.
Megatron and Orion both glanced at her, their eyes clearly questioning her.
The vector walked back and said naturally, "I've invited a machine."
Jazz raised an eyebrow: "Who?"
She tilted her head back slightly.
Tong Tianxiao stood not far away, looking so proper that his image could be used directly as a police propaganda poster.
The person who was knocked down immediately replied in the group chat: "Fine, here you go, you managed to get a police officer."
The jack looked over and said "Oh".
AZ has already sent out the address in the group chat.
AZ: Come on, everyone.
97: "I'm already looking forward to it."
Red Spider: "So noisy."
Soundwave: "The route has been prepared."
Shockwave: 'The logic of clustering behavior holds.'
The priming vector has now calmed down, and I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Although today's events were absolutely absurd, the way things ended up was actually quite decent.
She gripped the Holy Grail firmly with one hand, held the golden apple tucked under her arm with the other, and raised her chin slightly.
"Let's go eat."
When they came out of the Supreme Council, even the wind outside seemed a bit more pleasant than when they went in, after all, the vector was in an exceptionally good mood.
Although the whole day was so absurd, as if someone had smashed her brain module with a hammer, she was extremely satisfied with the result no matter what.
As for how crazy the process was, it's all over now, and there's no point in looking back.
A group of planes walked out from the parliament building, and the procession was even more extravagant than when they arrived.
Jazz and Jack have completely infiltrated the group, with Ratchet following alongside with a dark expression. Alita and Arcee have also accepted the dinner invitation. Ultra Magnus is positioned so straight he's ready to be called out in the next round of roll call at any moment. Megatron and Orion are on either side of him, each with an even stronger presence than the last.
The group chat was even more lively.
AZ sent out the address.
The restaurant is located on the upper level of the inner ring of Iron Fort. The name is short, but you can tell from the location that it's not a place you can just eat at anywhere.
As he walked, Yin Vector glanced down twice, raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help but think: "AZ, how could he possibly book a place like this? Is he really that reliable?"
She herself didn't think much of it, but there were several machines next to her that were clearly not.
He was the first to say "Oh," his tone drawn out with great feeling.
Red Spider glanced at the location, said nothing, but his eyebrows twitched slightly.
Even Alita glanced at the terminal again.
The vector didn't notice any of this; it simply sent a casual comment in the group: "You're pretty quick."
AZ replied a second later: [There's a seat available.]
Jiuqi immediately chimed in: "You call this 'just right'? I've heard of this place; it's usually packed with people making reservations, isn't it?"
AZ replied two seconds later: 【I'm having good luck today.】
Who cares? Anyway, someone booked the place, so it's only right that she eats.
As they walked out, a purplish-red light swept past overhead, circled in the sky, and then returned to a suitable height.
The vector looked up and glanced at it.
Laserbird.
It was still flying above, clearly not completely done, casually keeping an eye on the surroundings.
Glancing to the side, she saw the mechanical dog emerge from behind a side door, quickly catch up with the group, and then turn into another path shortly afterward, seemingly heading towards the restaurant ahead of them.
As she was looking, she suddenly felt a light weight on her shoulder.
Something fell down.
The vector subconsciously tilted its head, and it came face to face with a pair of small optical lenses.
Mechanical bat.
"..."
She paused for a second, blinked, and then belatedly realized, oh right, sound waves also have this.
She had never actually dealt with this thing before.
She looked at the mechanical bat, and the mechanical bat looked back at her.
The two, one big and one small, stared at each other for a few seconds.
Finally, it was Vector who spoke first, his tone unusually familiar, as if he were meeting a new friend: "...Hi?"
The mechanical bat nodded: "Hello, Vector."
Vector: "?!"
Her shoulder armor trembled, almost shaking the little thing off her shoulder on the spot.
"You can talk?!"
The mechanical bat remained calm: "Yes."
The vector turned its head and stared at it for two seconds before finally recovering a little from the shock.
"No, I thought you were all...quiet."
The mechanical bat didn't even move its wings: "That's because you misunderstand us. Just because sound waves are quiet doesn't mean we all have to help him set up the decorations."
Upon hearing this, Yin Xiangzong almost burst out laughing; it was quite different from what she had expected.
She looked at the mechanical bat on her shoulder, thought for a moment, and then added earnestly, "Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Vector."
The mechanical bat glanced at her: "I know."
This surprised Yin Xiangzhi: "You know that?"
The mechanical bat answered calmly, giving her a long, brooding look: "Most things aren't secrets to me."
She almost stumbled.
Why does this little thing talk in such a sinister way!
She quickly cleared her airway and decided to skip over this somewhat strange explanation, turning instead to the part she was more curious about.
"Then why haven't I seen you guys at the arena before?"
"I always thought that, apart from Laserbeak, I'd never seen any of your... uh, you Mini-Dynasties before."
The mechanical bat answered slowly:
"Everyone has their own job, and everyone has their own price."
"In the arena, the sound waves don't need to be fully activated."
As he walked and listened, Yin Vector nodded, agreeing that what he said made sense.
She smiled and glanced at the mechanical bat on her shoulder: "He's quite protective of you."
The mechanical bat did not deny it: "Sound waves don't want unnecessary losses, and neither do I. This usually means the bill has to be recalculated."
The vector felt that this answer was even worse.
Megatron seemed to notice that she was talking and turned his head to look at her.
Orion also glanced in this direction.
Alita's gaze lingered on the mechanical bat on her shoulder, finding it somewhat intriguing.
Ignoring them, the vector gathered its thoughts and continued its low-pitched conversation with the mechanical bat.
"Where do you usually spend your time?"
"To be honest, all I knew before was Laserbird. It usually sticks to Soundwave's chest and looks like a piece of armor."
As she spoke, she gestured with her hand: "But where are you, the mechanical dog, and maybe the others... hiding them all?"
The mechanical bat answered crisply.
"Chest cavity".
The vector's steps stopped on the spot.
"...Wait, where?"
"Sound waves in the chest cavity."
"all?"
"almost."
The gravitational vector fell silent.
As she walked forward again, her expression slowly began to subtly change.
Thoracic cavity.
They're all in the chest cavity.
It was all stuffed into my chest cavity.
The image involuntarily flashed through her mind, and the entire machine was plunged into a state of indescribable shock.
Isn't Cybertron's compression technology a bit too outrageous?
She couldn't help but glance at the mechanical bat again.
I looked at it for two seconds, then thought about it for two seconds.
Finally, he managed to swallow back the really rude thing he said, and changed it to a slightly less outrageous version: "Can he really hold that much in his chest?"
The mechanical bat nodded: "Yes."
Then it paused, and slowly added, "After all, some machines may appear taciturn and aloof on the surface, but in reality, they hide a great deal."
This sentence sounds like it's referring to more than just Mini Kong.
When she relaxes, she tends to talk faster than she thinks.
Moreover, having just gone through a hearing, had her identity exposed, and officially accepted the ban, she is currently in a very excited but also very comfortable state, and she doesn't even realize that she has started to talk nonsense.
So her next question almost blurted out: "Is he got a lot of chest?"
Mechanical Bat: "..."
It didn't answer immediately.
At the same moment, the group chat fell silent for a moment.
After explaining himself, the vector paused for a moment, realizing belatedly.
Then she slowly realized—oh no, that sentence seems a little too easy to say.
Immediately afterwards, the terminal lit up.
Two private frequencies were transmitted via sound waves.
【…】
[Incorrect statement.]
When the vector looked down, it burst out laughing.
Before she could reply, the mechanical bat casually added, "The vector control caused the sonic computation to pause for 0.7 seconds, a considerable benefit."
Vector: "Pfft."
She couldn't help but laugh as she walked away.
The machines in front all turned around at once.
Megatron frowned, a hint of amusement in his voice, "What's wrong with you now?"
Yin Xiang waved his hand while laughing, "It's nothing, it's nothing."
Orion looked at her and almost laughed, but he didn't ask.
Alita's eyes swept between her and the mechanical bat, and as if she had guessed something, the corners of her mouth turned up.
After laughing, Vector looked down and replied to Soundwave: "Then you tell me."
After a while, the sound wave returned: [Compression structure optimization.]
Yin Xiang stared at those words, and the corners of his mouth began to turn upward again.
She thought for a moment and then replied:
[Understood.]
[His chest can hold a lot.]
This time, the sound waves didn't return, but the flight path of the laser bird circling overhead clearly deviated slightly.
The reference vector made me want to laugh even more.
The mechanical bat on her shoulder stopped talking and squatted quietly, tacitly accepting that this little episode could be brought up again and again in the future.
Meanwhile, the restaurant AZ had booked was almost there.
The lighting, the facade, and the level of reception—you can tell from afar that this is no ordinary place.