bigabreads Chapter 75 Now he's really famous.
Chapter 75 Now he's really famous.
After the work is done, life goes on as usual.
This makes the index vector seem absurd.
The day before, she was still standing high up by the broken window, her left hand gripping the administrator's neck, carrying that bastard outside like a rag doll, tearing off that skin in front of the entire Charon, and even the entire Cybertron.
The next Star Day, she still had to go downstairs, go out to buy things, eat energy blocks, check the terminal, and face a bunch of acquaintances and semi-acquaintances who suddenly seemed to have grown eight hundred questions.
Vector sat at the table, chewing on an energy block, staring at the row of replays and push notifications on the terminal that hadn't stopped, and didn't move for a long time.
The projection screen was displaying a very familiar image.
She was alone by the broken window high up.
The mecha, with its bluish-purple body accented with white and cyan, held the administrator in its left hand, while the pulse cannon on its right arm still glowed with residual heat. Below it were rows of spectators looking up.
She watched quietly for two seconds, then raised her hand and turned off the screen.
Okay, if she keeps looking at it, she'll start to wonder if she's become the kind of neurotic person who repeatedly admires her own heroic figure.
There was a slight noise downstairs. Megatron came over from the other side and glanced at her.
"How long have you been staring at yourself in a daze?"
Yin Xiang looked up and said, "I wasn't staring blankly at myself; I was processing reality."
Which part of reality?
"The reality is that now when I go out, I can't just blend into the crowd like I used to." She leaned back and crossed her arms. "This is very unfriendly to someone like me who likes to keep a low profile."
Megatron scoffed at this: "Your understanding of the word 'low-key' is a whole Charon away from that of a normal machine."
The vector's lips twitched.
"Why are you getting more and more sarcastic with your words?"
"Because you've been asking more questions lately."
You used to say I was a chatterbox.
"We're poor now too."
She stared at him for two seconds, and finally couldn't help but laugh.
The atmosphere inside is much more relaxed now than before. The trouble is definitely not over yet, it's only just begun. But finally, that pent-up frustration has been released, and the whole machine feels much more comfortable.
The terminal lit up briefly; it was on a private frequency band.
1997.
Holy crap.
You've really become that "Holy crap" guy now.
Yin Vector stared at the two sentences, remained silent for two seconds, and then quickly replied.
[Speaking in a machine-like manner.]
The reply came almost instantly.
To put it bluntly, you're so famous now that three groups of customers in a row have been talking about you at my bar.
[Two regular customers came in and the first thing they said was, "Is that the little purple machine that always fills in for me?"]
Pointer vector: "..."
She raised her hand and pressed her temple.
That's just how it is. She may not be officially recorded in history, but even places like energy bars are already using her as a topic of conversation after meals.
She replied: 【So what did you say?】
97 replied very quickly.
I'm saying it's you, and you used to be pretty good at mixing drinks.
Then they were even more shocked.
The vector immediately sent a message:
Are you sick?
Chapter 97: [What you did yesterday was truly insane. Are you coming later or not?]
She looked at that sentence, her lips twitched twice, and she didn't continue the argument. She replied, "I'll go later. When it's not so crowded where you are."
You'll understand in 97 seconds.
【Row. 】
【You're a high-profile machine now.】
Just as she was about to curse her again, that gaze swept over from the side.
Vector looked up at Megatron: "Why have you been checking my terminal so much lately?"
Megatron's tone was flat: "Because your terminal is more lively than your brain module right now."
"Has your speech been getting weirder lately?"
"No." He paused, then, as if mentioning it casually, asked, "Who?"
"97".
Megatron grunted in agreement and didn't ask any further questions.
Despite her inexplicable feeling that this guy had been acting strangely lately, she couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.
Too lazy to think about it, she simply turned off the terminal.
"Anyway, it's probably going to be quite lively outside today," she said. "They've already started talking about me at the bar, so it must be even more outrageous elsewhere."
Megatron glanced at her: "You're only realizing that now?"
"I just finished something big yesterday, isn't it normal for my reaction time to be a little slower today?"
He rolled his eyes.
She was about to reply with a couple more words when her private channel suddenly came to life and lit up one after another.
First, Orion.
How are you today?
Then came the red spider.
Don't tell me you're now enjoying the foolish attention that comes with fame.
Then comes the shock wave.
[Social attention has surged.]
[Subsequent variables have been added.]
Finally, they even emitted sound waves.
[Neighborhood discussions are on the rise.]
[The probability of parliamentary attention is also rising.]
Yin Vector stared at the row of messages and took a deep breath.
That's more like the group of people she knows; they really know how to pick their timing.
She went back to Orion first.
【Good.】
No one has rushed in yet asking for my autograph.
Orion responded quickly, a few seconds later.
[It might be another day or two, or maybe even a couple more.]
She couldn't help but laugh.
Then go back to Red Spider.
【rest assured. 】
I have always had a very low tolerance for focusing on stupidity.
Red Spider replied instantly.
【That's good. 】
I don't want my temporary assistant to be distracted and have their work delayed by being stared at.
It's still that same mouth.
On the other end of the communication channel, she replied: "I know. You don't have to make me sound like a newly discovered high-risk sample in the lab."
The other side replied quickly.
[Descriptive bias.]
[The current one is closer to a highly significant social variable.]
Pointer vector: "..."
It wasn't much better than the sample size.
Just as she was about to put the shockwave aside, a new message popped up on the soundwave side.
External public opinion dissemination is normal.
The upper management's response will not be slow.
She stared at those two sentences for a few seconds, and the smile on her lips slowly faded.
Yes, that's the real staying power.
Yesterday's operation was well done and worthwhile. But things won't just disappear on their own. The regulars will be alerted, the lower levels will start spreading the word, the arena will be in complete chaos, and the Supreme Council... can't just pretend to be dead.
They are probably getting restless now.
Megatron probably noticed the change in the atmosphere within her brain module, and spoke slowly.
"Have you had enough fun?"
The vector looked up at him.
"I'm not entirely happy yet." She thought for a moment and said honestly, "I'm happy, and I've vented my anger, but now when I think about how those people at the top will soon really be finished, I feel like I can't let go of this feeling completely."
"I didn't expect you to relax completely right now."
"I know." She crossed her arms and leaned back. "It was just so worth it yesterday. Even now, thinking back on it still feels great."
Megatron looked at her, a smile in his eyes.
"They deserve their bad luck."
"Yes." Vector nodded, his tone extremely serious. "Serves you right."
After he said that, the terminal lit up again.
A news notification.
The Supreme Council will hold a special meeting soon to discuss the unusual activities at the Charon Arena and related public opinion.
The slight relaxation in Yin Xiang's eyes tightened again almost the instant he saw the title.
She pushed the screen aside and looked up at Megatron.
"They've started moving up there."
Megatron glanced at the line of text, his expression unchanged.
"It's only a matter of time."
"I know," Vector whispered, "it's just a little faster than I expected."
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After a while, with nothing to do, she seemed to suddenly remember something and casually swiped open the account interface.
I was just browsing casually.
As a result, it immediately became quiet.
She sat there, staring at the balance on the terminal, looking at it from beginning to end, then from end to beginning, and finally swiping down to make sure it wasn't a system error.
correct.
That string of numbers, which is a bit ridiculously long, is still there.
She read it over and over again.
She had never seen so many Shanks in the first half of her life. Before, her concept of money was limited to just enough to buy daily necessities, or to carefully budgeting for repairs and meals.
As a result, she extorted money from an administrator, and overnight she went from being a poor person who worked odd jobs in the lower-level area to a nouveau riche.
Once she grasped this realization, she first pursed her lips, then the corners of her mouth slowly curled upwards. As she continued to curl them, she finally couldn't hold back, and a strange laugh escaped her throat.
"...Jie."
She paused for a moment, trying to maintain a mature and composed demeanor.
It couldn't be maintained.
"Hehehe!"
There was a slight noise coming from the other side of the stairs. Megatron stood there and looked at her for two seconds.
"Are you finally going crazy with joy?"
When Yin Xiang looked up, a smile he couldn't suppress was still on his face.
"I'm not crazy." She tried to be serious, but failed the next second. "I'm just getting to know the world again."
Megatron glanced at her terminal interface, his gaze landing on the string of numbers, and he roughly understood why she was in this state.
This number is indeed outrageous.
He silently tugged at the corner of his mouth and walked over: "Is it really necessary to be this happy?"
"As for it," Vector replied very quickly, holding the terminal, "absolutely. You don't understand how much of an impact this is on a machine that has been poor for so long."
Megatron looked at her with her entire machine lit up, and still said bluntly, "I can see that now, you look like you've suddenly found a whole supply crate along a transport route."
"Your analogy is too corny."
"You're not exactly elegant either."
Yin Vector originally wanted to retort, but when he looked down and saw the money again, the corners of his mouth turned up again, and even the energy to argue was diluted.
She's rich now, really rich.
The Shakhtar Donetsk is particularly specific, realistic, and reassuring.
She looked at it for a while, then remembered something. Before the smile on her face had faded, she lowered her head and pulled up another account page to start flipping through it.
Megatron looked at her: "What are you doing now?"
"Settle the accounts." She said without looking up.
"Are you really planning to get down to business after that weird laugh?"
"I've always been very capable," she replied, scrolling down quickly. "And now that I have money, the first thing I need to do is take care of it."
Before long, she dug out the few accounts she had kept in the past.
Some were loans she had explicitly borrowed, some were loans she had added later as miscellaneous expenses, and some were loans she hadn't explicitly mentioned but had always kept in mind. It wasn't that she hadn't thought about them, but she hadn't had the confidence to pay them all back in one go before.
Now she has.
She quickly brought up the interface, first filling in the amount owed, and then naturally adding a large amount to the original amount.
Megatron glanced at it: "And what are these extra ones you've taken?"
Without even looking up, he said, "Interest, accommodation fees, food expenses, maintenance fees, shelter fees, and compensation for emotional distress."
Megatron's eyebrows twitched.
"Compensation for emotional distress?"
"Yes." She nodded confidently. "You must have had a hard time holding back from throwing me out for so long."
Megatron: "..."
He looked at her serious-faced nonsense and laughed in exasperation: "Do you think that just because you have money now, you can start smashing SCARIX machines around?"
"It wasn't random throwing." Yin Xiang finally looked up at him, his optical glasses gleaming. "I gave it seriously. What's owed is owed, but the extra was my intention."
The room was silent for two seconds.
Megatron looked at her, the sarcastic tone he had been using softened, and his light blue optical glasses fell on her face. He didn't speak immediately.
Yin Vector didn't think there was anything special about what he said. He looked down and continued to confirm the amount. After confirming, he hovered his finger over the confirmation button and looked up at him.
"Will you accept it or not?"
Megatron stared at her: "You're forcing me to collect protection money."
"You're overthinking it." Yin Xiang clicked his tongue. "I'm just rich now, and I keep track of my expenses. Don't make it sound like I'm humiliating you; I don't have that kind of free time."
"You don't have it?"
"No," she answered quickly, transferring the money directly to him.
The terminal vibrated, and a notification of the funds arriving lit up on Megatron's screen.
He glanced down at the amount and, sure enough, it was much more than she had said before.
Megatron was silent for a moment, then looked up at her: "You're really willing to do that."
"Of course." Yin Xiang crossed his arms, his tone casual. "You think I didn't remember before? I was just too poor to pay it back then. Now that I can, why wouldn't I pay it back?"
She paused for a moment, then added, "And to be honest, apart from being a bit of a jerk with your words, you've never really mistreated me in any other way."
Megatron looked at her, and the corner of his mouth involuntarily twitched slightly.
"That doesn't sound like a compliment."
"Just don't misunderstand it as a compliment."
"I didn't expect to hear it as a compliment."
"That's right."
After saying that, she glanced down at her account balance again. Even after giving away such a large sum, the number of digits in her balance hadn't changed.
Her expression, which she had been trying to conceal, suddenly became more revealing, and the corners of her mouth began to turn upwards.
Megatron, who was watching from the sidelines, finally let out a laugh.
"The way you are now, it's like you've laughed your way from the lower levels all the way to the upper levels."
"Let me correct you," Vector raised a finger and said very seriously, "I evolved from a poor wretch in the lower tiers into a wealthy machine that is still very conscientious."
"It sounds like you have a very high opinion of yourself."
"Of course," she said matter-of-factly. "Not only do I have money now, but I also know to pay you back first, which shows that I have good character."
Megatron looked at her and couldn't help but laugh again.
This time the sound was a little more pronounced than before, low and pressed against the throat, making even Yin Xiangfeng pause for a moment.
She looked up: "What are you laughing at?"
"After laughing at your wealth, my brain modules became noticeably more active."
"Envious of me?"
"What do I envy about you?"
I am happier now than before.
"You used to have plenty of fun too."
"That's different." Yin Xiang crossed his arms and leaned back, his smile never fading. "That used to be the joy of the poor, now it's the joy of the rich. It's a different level."
Megatron looked at her, his gaze lingering on her still-shining optical glasses, and after a long while said, "Alright, then keep having fun, Megatron."
Upon hearing this title, Yin Vector paused for a moment, then burst out laughing.
Why are you using the name I gave you?
"It's yours."
"So, shouldn't you be more polite to me from now on?"
You're dreaming.