what am i wiping this

Jazz has always been curious about what kind of TF that "Jeez" is, who can make this little human guy named "An Ning" like him so much, and even break through the limit of energy transmission to take him back from the embrace of the fire source ( Note)——he didn't experience this kind of good luck again, and neither did the three sisters of Alcie.

"It was a miracle," Optimus Prime said.He bowed his head and put down a bouquet of flowers in front of the coffin containing the three sisters of Alcie—this seems to be a custom on this planet, using the reproductive organs of angiosperms to express various emotions: grief, friendship, gratitude, respect... But Even Jazz has to admit that the reproductive organs of this creature are really beautiful, and they can indeed express the feelings of the flower giver to a certain extent.

"And miracles are hard to happen again." Optimus Prime said with a sigh.

Jazz looked at the four coffins on the ground, three of which contained the three sisters of Alcie—two of them died once, but returned again because of the experiment of Shockwave.But now, they have gained eternal peace—and the fourth coffin was the emptiest, only containing a tinder, because his original body was still on the front line of the war, and his name was "Skyfire".

They finally got the right to save the sacrificed fighter body instead of sinking to the bottom of the sea-although this right seems so legitimate and reasonable, it is hard to imagine how much their big brother has done for this effort.

Jazz turned his attention to An Ning standing at the back of the crowd, who hid behind the soldiers and didn't seem to want to go forward or be discovered by them-although this hiding method could be easily spotted by Jazz of his height, with fluffy bangs Covering her eyes, Jazz could only see her pursed lips.

But the Jazz didn't intend to say anything about it, it was the opponent's choice.So he just quietly withdrew his gaze, pretending that he didn't see anything, and together with his eldest brother and Tin Pi, said a final farewell to the comrades who died in battle.

——What kind of TF is her "Jeez"?

When Jazz finally asked An Ning this question, he crossed his legs, stepped on the edge of the table with one foot, and wobbled with the two feet behind the chair to maintain balance. An Ning opened her blue eyes wide. The ballpoint pen that was spinning up also fell to the ground with a "slap", and I couldn't close my open mouth for a long time, so I could only reply in a daze: "...huh?"

Ser thought she was so lovely, and wondered if other human women were as lovely as her.

"That's why I just want to ask what the 'Jeez' was like." The Jazz who was squatting beside her picked up the ballpoint pen that fell on the ground with the help of the electromagnetic system in his palm - its clip is metal - —and then handed it back to An Ning who recovered from the shock, "Although I have heard many descriptions from Optimus Prime and the old guy, I hope to get information from you."

An Ning shook her head, feeling embarrassed for her gaffe just now. After taking the pen handed over by Jazz, she pinned it behind her ear, and at the same time threw the sketchbook on her lap back to the table—— The sketch with the ballpoint pen was only halfway through—then with a half-smile expression on his face, he withdrew his legs that were crossed on the edge of the table, and the two chair legs in front of the chair fell back to the ground with a "boom": "Why do you Would you like to ask me that question?"

"Uh...Curiosity Core?"

This answer obviously entertained her, she laughed and stood up from the seat, stretched, and then put her hands on her hips - Jazz carefully recorded every movement of hers, and kept it carefully .He had always found the movements of this little creature very interesting.He was fascinated by both the hasty, hurried movements that he always automatically added the slap-pat-tap sound to, and the leisurely ones now.

——The movements of creatures like humans are really artistic.

When he couldn't help but confided his feelings to his comrades-in-arms, and sent them a part of the video he recorded, Jazz's audio receiver suddenly went idle, and the sound of the entire central garage disappeared: "Dang "Clang" was repairing the iron sheet of his beloved heat cannon, "chacha" the horizontal cannon sharpening his Cybertron blade stopped, "buzzing" the ambulance with the cutting knife stopped... ...In short, the entire Autobots in the garage stopped what they were doing and looked at Jazz dully.

"Uh... just a question: you know that our TFs have tens of thousands more movable joints than humans, right?" Cross Pao asked Jazz with a small heart. He seemed very worried about the second-in-command of the Autobots. The logical circuit of the computer and even the operating status of the entire processing system.

Yes, of course he did.so what?He just likes to see these little things move, especially this little guy named "An Ning".

When (under the pressure of his comrades) Optimus Prime asked him for a private talk, Sir, who answered in this way, felt that he was a bit unqualified as an adjutant, and he couldn't help his immediate superiors to solve the problems - Optimus Prime His expression looked more worried than before the conversation.

"I can't tell you the specific difference. I don't think there is any difference between you and the 'Jazz', but..." An Ning shrugged, came to Jazz's lap on the floor, and then climbed up directly.

Jazz was a little panicked, he would cause a lot of exposed parts to rotate when he moved, he was afraid that a certain part of An Ning would be crushed—after all, she was too small.He could only stand stiffly and wait for her to climb to the position of his thigh—it was covered by armor so that no parts and gears would be exposed.

An Ning, who was sitting straddling Jazz's lap, raised the corners of her lips slightly to him: "Maybe it's just... a piece of memory file is missing."

"Uh... Excuse me, if my statistical data is correct, the length of this memory file is only five earth days..." Jazz carefully studied the wording, so as not to touch the other party's sadness.

"That's missing a paragraph, isn't it?" An Ning patted the silver armor under her body, "Oh no, brother! This kind of cautious tone is not suitable for you!"

This time it was Jazz's turn to laugh, and his whole fuselage resonated "buzzing".He picked up the little guy sitting on his lap and put it in his palm, and moved it to his optical lens, so that he could better observe this human girl: blonde hair-composed of keratin, blue The eyes—mainly composed of various soft lenses, and the predominantly white skin—are mostly composed of protein.

Her constituent elements and structure are completely different from his own race, but he thinks she is beautiful.

Maybe the other party thinks so too.Sensing the other party standing up and stroking his face armor with soft hands, Jazz wanted to laugh, but considering that the movement of the face armor might pinch the other party's hand, he could only suppress his smile and use his own Move your face closer to the other party to express your welcome to the other party.

"Sir, I need yours... what are you doing?" Optimus Prime, who came in through the connected warehouse door, froze for a moment when he saw this scene, and then reacted, "Sorry, I seem to disturb you Yes. But I really need Jazz's help right now, it's very urgent. And, Ann, did you make an appointment with Bumblebee to let him help you with mechanical engineering tuition, so..."

Jazz and An Ning were also taken aback by the appearance of Optimus Prime. After reacting, one quickly withdrew his presumptuous hand, and the other retracted his head in order not to pinch any part of the other party, panicking. Explaining to Optimus Prime: "Uh, no, bro, we're not..."

"Yeah, I, I'm just...you know...uh..."

"Mechanical Engineering!" It was Jazz who reacted quickly and said the courses that An Ning needed to take up.An Ning quickly followed Jazz's footsteps, and said, "Yes, yes! Mechanical engineering! I was just observing Jazz's...that..."

"Face armor," Jazz suggested.

"Yes! Face armor! I was observing Jazz's face armor just now, and I thought it might be helpful for my mechanical engineering exam."

Optimus Prime quietly listened to the flustered explanation of one person and one TF, and then nodded: "I'm very glad that you are so passionate about this subject, Ann. Although this subject is not your strong point yet, I'm glad I believe that as long as you have your passion for knowledge, one day you will make breakthroughs in this area.”

"...Accept your good words."

Hearing this, Optimus Prime was a little surprised, and his processor quickly found the meaning of this common saying on the Internet: "Thank you for your praise or blessing" or "I hope it will be as good as the well-wisher said", which is very in line with the current situation .But combined with the slightly twitching corners of the other party's mouth and dry tone, he always felt that there was "sarcasm"—no, it's not that serious, maybe it's more appropriate to say "ridicule" plus "complaint"—emotions hidden in it... No , probably because his analysis was wrong, An Ning would not talk to them like this.

As an adjutant, Jazz, who knew what his boss was wondering about, quietly poked An Ning's back with his fingertips. The latter immediately realized his mistake, and deliberately lowered his voice, making it sound more like a wayward little girl : "So, Opu, you don't plan to reward me?"

This trick worked very well, and Jazz saw the doubt on Optimus Prime's metallic face with the silvery light quickly fade away, replaced by helplessness and a little bit of bewilderment.

"Ann." When his boss finally called out the name of the human being in his palm, his tone was still calm. Jazz felt that maybe there were too many hints and emotional information in it to make this monosyllabic word so calm.

Obviously, the information contained in this monosyllabic word was fully received and understood by An Ning, so she "giggled" and sat on the edge of Jazz's palm, her two legs dangling in the air with a pleasant frequency: "Then, if It just so happens that you are on the way, would you mind giving me a ride?"

Of course he doesn't mind.

……

When Jazz really started to assist Optimus Prime in dealing with the so-called "very urgent" documents, he found that these documents were not what his elder brother said-it is true that there were a lot of them, and some of them required his professional knowledge, but adding After his help, it can be solved in about three to four cycles.Most importantly, there is no rush.The response period required by some documents is even within three earth months, and the shortest is five earth days.

Jazz looked at his boss with some doubts. He usually described the content and intensity of the work very accurately, and such deviations rarely occurred.

The latter also seemed to have noticed Jazz's gaze, and coughed lightly. The sound from the ventilation system made Jazz understand that the other party's body did not enter any attachments that needed gas flow to assist in expulsion, and it was just a little embarrassing.As if to hide his embarrassment, Optimus Prime sent Jazz another pending file.

Ser scanned it briefly and realized that the document involved a new weapon developed by Ironhide.If he remembered correctly, Ironhide had once given Lannos a detailed parameter record, but it was only on paper.So he stood up, asked his boss for instructions, and left the garage, which was more like an office than an office, to find Lannos, who was training in the fourth garage.

……

"...so, by the same token, when increasing the pressure to two thousand cattle," Bumblebee reassembled and added her own narration using excerpts from the electronics course - excerpts from other broadcasts The required vocabulary fragments, and then try to ask the other party a question that can be solved with the content I just taught, "How many do you need, where is the load-bearing knob?"

"..." An Ning showed another expression that would make Jazz feel that the whole fire was trembling: his mouth was slightly open, his wide eyes blinked rapidly, and the strength of the ballpoint pen held in his right hand had been reduced to the point where he could no longer maintain the angle of inclination of the pen holder. To such an extent, Sir can imagine the distorted trajectory drawn by the tip of the ballpoint pen on the draft paper in the process of completely leaning against the opponent's tiger's mouth-obviously, she did not understand Bumblebee's teachings, at least not all of them. .

Contrary to what many people, including Lannos, expected, An Ning is not a top student. Even without the secret operation of the special department and the help of Bumblebee, she would have successfully entered the 11th grade when she was staying at Witwiki’s house. are difficult.But combined with her actual situation, it seems that her poor grades are justifiable: first, her spiritual age was only ten years old at the time, and second, as a Chinese, she didn't even learn English well-European and American style Looks don't offer her any practical help in learning a new language.

...Thinking about it this way, Jazz felt that from a human point of view, An Ning might really be a top student—it's just that he looks too anxious.

"Uh, let me count...seven...seven?" After a while of scribbling, An Ning raised her head and said in an uncertain tone.

The two small tentacles of the bumblebee and the classic electronic sound of "beep beep" also confirmed the calculation error of the other party.

Seeing the loss of the bumblebee, An Ning hurriedly buried her head in another hasty calculation, and then said tentatively again: "Eight...?"

Bumblebee was even more upset.

Jazz, who leaned against the garage door behind Bumblebee and watched for a long time, waved his hand, attracting the attention of Bumblebee's tranquility, and then stretched out a hand to her... er, he only has four fingers— So he added a finger from the other hand—

"Five?" An Ning said.

Suddenly the bright yellow Autobot raised his head, and the cheers of the crowd erupted from his stereo. He clapped his metal palms, and the tentacles on the top of his head dangled happily. If it wasn't for his size, Jazz probably wanted to give peace A hug was given.It seems that the question Jazz helped An Ning answer is very crucial, perhaps it is a small test to judge the opponent's entire learning stage...

……

Maybe he should help An Ning with some extra tuition.

Jazz looked at An Ning who was rewarded by stroking the antennae on the top of the bumblebee's head - for which the bumblebee simply put her on his head - and stretched out a finger to lift up the sunglasses, winking to her left optical lens.The latter also secretly gave him a thumbs up while laughing and yelling "Wow".

Well, next time I will give her a tutoring session by myself.

……

"...So, when the pressure is increased...little girl, are you there? Hi?" Jazz, who noticed that the other party's focus was not on himself, stopped his lecture and knocked on the steel plate next to the other party.An Ning, who was attracted by this novelty small room, also came back to his senses in an instant, his cheeks and earrings turned a little red because of the distraction just now, "Holding, sorry, I just feel like I haven't been to this garage before."

Jazz was quite proud when he heard that: "Naturally! This small garage was finally approved by me! Although the sound insulation material of this planet is not as good as that of Cybertron, it is almost the same."

"Insulation, sound insulation material?" An Ning's expression became very strange. She began to look at the ceiling and walls around her, which were obviously different from other garages. Then when she turned her head again, she found that Jazz's face was already in front of her.

"What are you thinking, little girl?" Jazz's deliberately lowered voice at close range made An Ning tremble.

"Uh...it's nothing." An Ning lowered her head, as if she didn't want the other party to see her expression.

"Is it nothing?" Jazz's fingers rested lightly on the side of the guardrail where An Ning was lying on his stomach, and his soft metal lips touched An Ning's frizzy hair, "Then why are you trembling?"

"..." An Ning trembled even more.

"Why..." Jazz lowered his voice to a minimum, "I want to know why, little girl."

"Because, because..." An Ning's ears had turned red, "Puff...Puff hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" An Ning's ears had turned red.

Jazz looked at An Ning, who was clutching his stomach and rolling all over the floor, and stayed where he was.

"I want to laugh when I think of Jazz asking for help for this recording studio! My God, how did you get Op and Lannos to agree to share a small garage for you to use as a recording studio? Hahahahaha!!"

"You... found out that this is a recording studio?" Jazz thought about his performance just now, and felt as if he was made to laugh when he was angry.

"Not at first, but you guessed it when you said 'soundproof material'. Pfft... where do you want to go, Sir hahahahahaha!"

The jazz raised his forehead helplessly: "Ah... I still want to avenge that boy from Hengpao. You know, last time he was... molested by you and said, 'Do you want to play with him?' He has not been in a good state. so……"

An Ning raised her eyebrows: "My, my, my...Sir, do you want to say that you want to tease me back?"

She withdrew her legs protruding from the gap at the bottom of the guardrail, stood up, bent forward, and touched Jazz's face armor with her hand: "Then... what are you going to do, my dear Sir?"

Jazz flinched - of course he was afraid of pinching the other party's hand when he spoke, of course, not because he was inexplicably shy or otherwise - and then searched the Internet for the sexiest words he found: "Do you want to... …How about playing games with your older brother that only creatures who have passed the break-in period can play, little girl?"

"...Are you talking about remixing a few songs and posting them online?" An Ning tried hard to suppress a smile and said, "There is indeed an age limit for the contestants. By the way, you can do it just depending on your age Be my great-great-great-great-grandfather.”

Jazz is really surprised this time!He took three steps back, and his back was almost against the wall of the small garage: "What...how...how did you know?!"

"Hahahaha, what are you referring to? Your age or the mixing competition?" An Ning, who had had enough laughs, raised her finger and pasted a small flyer of the mixing competition on the wall directly opposite a series of tuning audio equipment: "You Really like music, don't you, Jazz?"

"Oh, man..." Jazz covered his face with his palm, looking super frustrated.Seeing the other party like this, An Ning also hurriedly comforted her: "Don't be like this! It's not a bad thing to like music! Rather, it's a very good thing! Uh... Which songs do you plan to mix for the competition? "

When it comes to music-related content, the jazz is excited again: "I plan to use "Waiting for the end" as the main theme, and the chorus has not yet been decided. Currently, I am considering "The Phoenix" or..."

"Eh—? I don't know much about music, but..."

"No no no, I don't think this song can..."

"Then this one..."

When An Ning realized that he had been talking on his own for a long time, Jazz hadn't spoken for a long time, and just looked at him with his blue optical lens with a slight smile.She suddenly felt a little hot on her face: "Uh... Of course it's just my personal opinion. I don't have much research on music, did I... say something stupid?"

"Stupid? No, no, no, you didn't say anything stupid. It's just... sorry, I was distracted just now. I thought about something."

"Mind if I ask what's the matter?"

Jazz tilted his head: "Of course not. Rather, I was about to muster up the courage to ask you."

When An Ning faces Optimus Prime Iron Skin and the others, he usually behaves more naively than when facing other Autobots, especially Optimus Prime.Most of the Autobots except the person involved knew this. Although it was strange, they all helped An Ning keep it a secret, and occasionally helped her lie or something.

This is the reason Jazz wants to ask this time.

He felt that the other party might not tell him, but unexpectedly, An Ning said very straightforwardly: "Because Opu and Al want me to be a child, don't think too much, then I will try my best to let me They think I'm a kid and don't think too much about it. It's as simple as that. Is there something wrong?"

"...No, there's nothing wrong. It's just..." Jazz looked at An Ning who smiled indifferently at himself, and inadvertently tightened his hands on the guardrail, "It's just..."

Jazz has always wondered why he didn't save that memory file.Logically speaking, it is possible for any TF not to save the instant memory file, but he is impossible: because he is the adjutant and recorder of the Autobots, he will definitely carry out such a major event about the energy source. Recorded in real time, but he didn't.

The only explanation Jazz thinks is reasonable is that something happened that made him feel puzzled or judged to have an impact on the Autobots, which made him hesitate to record it.

And he seemed to know now what the thing that affected his fear of keeping the record was.

The pulses from his fire were a bit disorganized, his emotional system began to heat up, trying to take over the entire processing system, and Jazz's logic circuits were almost burned out by it.

"Uh... Sir?" Compared to Jazz, Jazz's "inadvertent tightening" is not so "inadvertently" to An Ning, she glanced at a section of the guardrail under Jazz's hands that had been twisted into a ball and was really "inadvertently" "He withdrew his hand on the guardrail, "If there is something wrong with you, can you just tell me?"

"Even if I..." Jazz let go of the poor guardrail, and turned to support the soundproof wall behind An Ning, "I don't have any memories of those five days, I've thought about it for so long, and we have had many of those five days." Jazz sub' no shared memory, huh?"

"Well, that's natural."

"then you,"

——How could he have such an idea.

The corner of Jazz's mouth curled up, ignoring the constant warnings of logic.He thinks he can understand the reason why the "Jeez" in the past hesitated to keep records - he has been with her for so long, but he is still hesitant about this emotional process, if it is as he guessed, after getting along with An Ning The "Jeez" in just five days also had the same emotional process... Then he would really hesitate whether to keep the record: "Have you ever thought about it?"

——She is a life form of different races!The logic circuit is making the last resistance.

"As I am now, 'Sir'..."

—He's the Autobot's lieutenant!

"Try it?"

"..." An Ning looked at Sir who said this with a chuckle, but no one could feel a trace of frivolity. After a long silence, he said: "Can your ears... move it over?"

"of course."

Jazz did as he said, and then adjusted the sensor system and audio receiving system of the audio receiver to the maximum power. Now he can even feel the airflow brought up by the peaceful breath blowing on his receiver. Of course, The other party's audio signal is also clearly received:

"I'm sorry, sir, I think I love you now, but... I don't think it's going to turn into liking. I'm really sorry."

Then she kissed Jazz's audio receiver and backed away.

Oh, it looks like he got dumped.

What a sad story for TF.Jazz put down his hands on the walls on both sides of An Ning, shrugged his shoulders, and resumed his playful smile: "Well, as a sentimental TF, I mean that the fire is broken. But this refusal does not mean that you will not come to help Right? Remix contests require a lot of preparation.”

An Ning breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled brightly: "Of course! I will definitely come to help."

——Oh gods, this little guy is really cute.

While regretting, the Jazz is also somewhat thankful that he now has enough time and "medicine" to recover from the pain of being rejected.

After all, it takes a long time to prepare for the mixing competition.

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Note: TFs generally believe that the soul (or spirit) will return to the fire source after hanging up.