Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 299 - 294: Sudden Incident

Jerry Seinfeld opened with a shocking statement, "You really believe what that bizarre creative director from Maison Yan II said? Such an unscrupulous woman can only deceive naive and kind-hearted robots like you, even a normal-intelligence dog wouldn’t believe her."

Master Y mechanically nodded, "I deeply agree, which is why I want to take this opportunity while the guests and reporters who watched today’s show haven’t left yet, to livestream taking off shoes. This way, even if she wants to deny it, she won’t be able to."

Master Y’s mechanical nature isn’t an act; he is actually a robot, and can only dance robotic dances.

Moreover, Master Y’s skill in robotic dance was specifically "learned" for this press conference.

Jerry Seinfeld looked approvingly at Master Y, "You are too kind. That humanity-erasing creative director will despise your body after you learn how to take off your shoes and tell you, you don’t meet the standards of a supermodel."

Master Y didn’t hesitate to retaliate, "I am 179 cm tall, my measurements are 77/57/87. Even among supermodels, these are top-tier measurements. These numbers can’t be faked. I can scan myself anytime and project the data directly onto the screen."

Scanning data was Master Y’s forte.

Upon hearing Master Y disclose his measurements, Jerry Seinfeld’s face showed a very satisfied smile, but he commented, "Isn’t a bust size of 77 a bit small?"

Master Y responded angrily, "Don’t you know that having a smaller bust is fashionable? Any bigger and I’d only be pitifully modeling for Victoria’s Secret."

The creative director of Maison Yan II was still standing at the curtain call, overwhelmed by this sudden event orchestrated by the host and robot.

Having one’s own event ruined like this was unbearable.

After having all the models exit from Black Hole, Yan Yan personally joined in this "verbal battle" against her.

Yan Yan, somewhat frustrated by the lack of resistance, confronted Master Y:

"Do you intend to offend how many supermodels at once?

If no models want to do my show in the future, what use will one robot, who can’t even smoothly take off shoes, be?

Are you going to model for yourself?

Don’t you know I am your master?

Do you even know the person sitting next to you?

You so readily spilled your measurements to them?

Don’t you realize how stupid you’re being?"

After being scolded, Master Y felt even worse, "Even if I’m stupid, I don’t need you, a humanity-erasing designer, to manage it." ƒrēenovelkiss.com

The scene was bustling with robots, supporters, and designers squabbling.

The creative director of Maison Yan II lost her temper, "Rather than height and measurements, I care more about a model’s weight. You, weighing over 50KG, still think you can walk in my show? Others might diet for my show. What can you do?"

After a bout of proud smiling, the Maison Yan II designer stormed off after these words.

Master Y became at a loss and asked the host next to him what he should do.

After a cathartic round of personal attacks on the creative director of Maison Yan II by a host and a robot,

The host finally thought of a way to help the robot get even.

They could sue Maison Yan II for copyright infringement because the renowned Master Y is a registered trademark of Y·Y brand.

The proud and haughty Master Y would not go to Maison Yan II’s show, whether to dance or to take off shoes.

Upon hearing this from the host, Master Y instantly lowered his once very proud "head," "Don’t you know that Y·Y is a sub-brand of Maison Yan II? My trademark rights belong to the humanity-erasing creative director who just left."

"How can you be so stupid? You, a ’mascot’ of a sub-brand, dare to insult the creative director at the mainline show?" The host looked worried.

But Jerry Seinfeld’s expression was ambiguous; he looked concerned, but he was actually reveling in the disaster, each gesture filled with humor.

After hearing this, Master Y was instantly embarrassed by his own stupidity, "What should I do now?"

But as a robot, Master Y couldn’t use tears to sway the host who intentionally set him up.

With his super high IQ and deep understanding of human vices, Master Y changed into a honey-colored "skin" and began seducing the "host."

The host, initially waiting to laugh at Master Y, couldn’t resist the temptation and quickly changed his stance, devising a strategy for Master Y:

"You already possess such a perfect body proportionation; it’s just a matter of 0.1 kg.

If you take off your shoes, you can meet the requirement.

The reporters haven’t left yet; you take off your shoes, stand on a chair, and let everyone see your real weight.

That humanity-erasing creative director won’t have a reason to stop you from becoming a true supermodel then."

After hearing this, Master Y was encouraged and finally accomplished the "great feat" of taking off his shoes.

Master Y took off one shoe himself, the host ambiguously took off the other. The drama was all around.

In close cooperation between the host and the robot, after removing both shoes, Master Y excitedly jumped onto his "chair scale."

Due to this action, the digital scale’s displayed weight initially soared but quickly stabilized, revealing the true weight through a 360-degree screen—50.03KG.

Master Y, once again was "on the verge of tears,":

"Which pair of robot designer brothers who’ve never seen a woman, matched a size 34 foot to a 179 cm supermodel.

Which humanity-erasing creative director purposely designed the sneakers so light, a single shoe weighing just 36 grams, making no difference whether worn or not.

Fully aware that we robots can’t lose weight by starving, yet still nitpicking over this 0.03KG.

That creative director definitely did it on purpose."

Seeing the situation, the host initially wanted to verbally comfort the suddenly frenzied supermodel robot.

But before the host could speak, the "smarter than human" Master Y already had a solution:

"Only foolish humans think that a mere 0.03 kg would intimidate us robots. Just 0.03 kg? Who’s afraid?"

After venting, since there were no shoes under his feet, Master Y angrily pulled out his own "hidden" power component and threw it handsomely onto the runway.

Using his intelligence, Master Y easily brought his weight below 50KG. His chair’s under-screen instantly displayed the new weight: 48.23KG.