Ironclad, died and resurrected, I've decided to go to the mic!

Qi Ye watched the clerk disappear around the corner.

Turning around to continue walking, I met March 7's confused gaze.

"Shiya, what was that just now?"

She pointed in the direction the clerk had fled, and then pointed to the spot where Xing had been carrying that thing.

What are some stress-relieving tools?

Can a cup relieve stress? Is it for drinking water?

Why is it flesh-colored?

Qi Ye was stunned.

He looked into March 7's clear eyes, which seemed genuinely unaware.

Xing understood immediately, or rather, Xing understood not the thing itself, but its explanation.

But that girl's brain circuits are different from ordinary people, so it's not surprising that she could understand it instantly.

March 7th, however, was completely out of touch; her knowledge base clearly contained no information about this category.

"you do not know?"

Qi Ye tentatively asked.

"I don't know," March 7th replied confidently.

"So what exactly does it mean?"

Qi Ye took a deep breath and spoke in an extremely serious tone:

"That thing is a male enhancement tool."

It is used when adult men need to relieve psychological stress on their own.

It's not a drinking cup, although it looks somewhat like one.

It was purely a personal item, which is why the clerk was so embarrassed.

Did you understand now?

March 7th blinked.

Her face still held that confused expression, but a hint of uncertainty began to creep into it.

For men, to relieve stress alone, personal item, not a cup.

She arranged these keywords in her mind, and something involuntarily came to mind!

"Do women have this kind of thing?"

She asked it instinctively.

Upon hearing this, Qi Ye almost reflexively put on her standard business smile.

He took half a step closer to March 7th:

"Of course, there's also a female version."

The design is different from the male version, and the functional design is more targeted.

Given our relationship, in case we ever need to use it.

I can buy one for you, guaranteed authentic, no deception, and I'll give you a 20% discount.

The corridor fell silent for a moment.

March 7th's face instantly turned red.

Her lips trembled twice, then she suddenly lifted her foot and slammed the heel of her shoe into Qi Ye's toe.

"Who asked you to buy it for me?!"

Qi Ye hopped a couple of steps on one leg, clutching her foot that had been stepped on, her face still bearing that same smile:

"If you don't want it, you don't have to. I was just asking casually. If you don't want to spend money, you can come to me, I'll help you for free!"

March 7th's heel rubbed against Qiye's toes for half a circle before pulling back.

She crossed her arms, turned her face away, her ears still red, and muttered something like, "Who wants your help for free?"

Qi Ye rubbed his toes and limped to catch up with the group.

The expression on his face didn't seem to be in much pain, after all, his 88 level of favorability was there.

Xing strolled slowly at the back, a lollipop dangling from somewhere in her mouth.

The cafeteria door was sensor-activated; as soon as the three of them arrived at the door, the glass door slid open with a whoosh.

Qi Ye was stunned for a moment.

The layout of this cafeteria was unlike anything he had ever seen in any science fiction space station cafeteria.

There are no holographic menus, and no automated food delivery robots floating around with plates.

There was only one row of neat stainless steel food serving windows, with today's menu hanging above them.

The only thing that's somewhat modern is that a robot serves the food.

It was holding a spoon, ready to face the row of empty plates in front of it.

"Why does this cafeteria look just like the school cafeteria?"

Qi Ye stood at the entrance, glanced around the entire cafeteria, and couldn't help but complain.

Without turning his head, he explained on March 7th:

"The person in charge of the space station's canteen is a passionate enthusiast of ancient culture."

He reportedly spent three years studying food culture.

Ultimately, it was determined that university canteens from the late 20th to the early 21st century represented the pinnacle of human collective dining culture.

This is how they turned the cafeteria into this mess.

"...So, someone who can be the head of the canteen on a space station."

"You spent three years researching an outdated school cafeteria?"

Qi Ye's lips twitched.

"This guy is just bored out of his mind."

As soon as he finished speaking, the robot behind the food serving window suddenly turned around.

It looked at Qiye and emitted a clear, synthesized electronic voice:

"Students, please line up. Cutting in line will result in a deduction of credits."

"It called me classmate?!"

Qiye pointed to his own nose.

"I already said it's a university cafeteria theme."

On March 7th, I walked to the window as usual.

Pull out a plastic plate from the side.

"Even the plates are custom-made to the specifications of universities, with four compartments, one for staple food and three for side dishes."

"Auntie, no, the robot's hands don't shake when serving food, which is better than a real auntie."

Half-believing, half-doubting, Qi Ye also took a plate and followed behind her.

"Didn't you say your hands wouldn't shake?"

Qi Ye stood in front of the food serving window, holding a tray.

Watching the robot perform a high-frequency vibration with a spoon in its hand?

The spoon clearly contained a full spoonful of braised pork.

But in the short distance of just a few centimeters from the dish to the plate...

The spoonful of meat was shaken back into the bowl piece by piece at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the spoon finally reached the top of the plate.

There were only two lonely pieces of meat left inside, one of which was still hanging on the edge of the spoon, about to fall off.

"You're shaking like this and you're telling me it's not shaking? It's shaking so much it's creating afterimages!"

Qi Ye slammed the plate against the window.

"Hey! What are you shaking for, you brat!"

The food-serving robot raised its head and politely spoke:

"Hey classmate, please don't call me kid."

I am the seventh-generation automated food-serving robot of the Black Tower Space Station Logistics Department, employee number 9527.

"Good heavens, you 9527!"

Qiye slammed the plate on the table and pointed at the robot's blank face.

"What, you look down on me? Why didn't your hands shake when you hit him?"

He pointed to a clerk next to him who was carrying a full plate of braised pork.

"You're making me blurry? Are you targeting me? Are you jealous because I'm too good-looking?"

9527 emitted a calm electronic tone:

"Classmate, please don't misunderstand."

The machine's spoon-shaking action is completely random and there is no subjective malice directed at any individual.

We suggest you queue again; the probability of jitter will be recalculated next time.

According to probability statistics, on average, you need to queue three to five times to get a spoon that doesn't shake.

"Three to five times?!"

Qi Ye's eyes widened.

"Do I have to play a gacha game with you just to have a meal? Are you a bot or a gacha pool?"

"The built-in probability algorithm in this machine does indeed reference the gacha mechanism."

Students who are interested can purchase a monthly cafeteria pass.

Monthly pass users enjoy a guaranteed smooth dining experience every time they order food.

Only 9,000 credits per month.

"Nine thousand credits to buy a guaranteed minimum?!"

Qi Ye almost slammed the plate onto the window.

Do you know how much you can buy outside with 9,000 credits?

"I'm worth twenty million, but I'm not going to tolerate your pathetic guarantee!"

Qiye rolled up her sleeves, ready to have a good argument with this robot.

The discussion veered from probabilistic algorithms to consumer rights, and then from business ethics to artificial intelligence deficiencies.

However, before he could finish speaking, a hand grabbed the back of his collar.

March 7th grabbed his collar and dragged him back half a step, his tone clearly showing helplessness:

Why are you arguing with a food-serving robot?

Wasn't it embarrassing enough that you lost an argument with the dog last time?

Do you want to lose another argument with the robot this time?

"I won't lose! Last time I didn't have enough vocabulary, but this time I'm well-prepared!"

"What have you prepared?"

"Consumer Rights Protection Law!"

On March 7th, she loosened his collar and dumped the bowl of braised pork she was holding onto his plate.

The chunks of meat were piled high, and the fat glistened enticingly under the light.

It looks like it was just called from another window.

The robot at that window clearly didn't shake the spoon.

"Alright, eat my food, stop arguing with the robot."

Qi Ye looked down at the braised pork that had suddenly appeared on her plate.

She looked up again at March 7's face, which was both helpless and disgusted.

After a moment of silence, he clasped his hands together and said in a voice almost choked with emotion:

"March, you're so good to me. I like you."

March 7th paused for a moment.

She turned her head, her face expressionless, except for a slight upturn at the corner of her mouth.

Then he snorted:

"That's more like it. Eat quickly, then let's go find Himeko and the others."