Chapter 1015

NO. 138: At this time, he still thought he had truly been saved.

Half an hour ago, Central Telesen Academy, Chest East Dorm.

Having just finished blow-drying her hair, Aimu Zhiji, who had picked up an earring from the bedside, glanced over and saw Karen sitting at the vanity table playing with her phone.

「Egg, shell? 」

She read out the other person's current alias with some doubt.

After resolving her heart knot and being able to see her sister every day, Aimu Zhiji's attitude toward people also softened considerably, and her relationship with her roommate, who was already very proactive in caring for her, improved by leaps and bounds.

She no longer minded directly expressing her concern for that side.

「You changed your private number? 」

Such direct conversation was something the former silent-gourd Aimu Zhiji could not do.

「It's just a temporary account for secrecy; when I came up with the name, I thought of someone saying Karen's perfection is like an egg—once broken, it's hard to say. 」

「That person has no eye for beauty. 」 Aimu Zhiji said lightly.

She focused on the mirror, putting on the cross-star earrings.

Meanwhile, her roommate gave an odd smile: "Hehehe, Sister Aizhi, you're overpraising me, but aren't you going?"

She shook the phone in her hand, which was cute whether as a shell or an accessory, and the screen openly displayed itself to those purple eyes.

「Shihuaiya San and Texas San are paying attention, eh; that wolf-eared sister is obviously planning to confess. 」

「Why should I go? 」

「Although it's just the beginning, falling behind in the golden ten steps will indeed be deadly, Sister Aizhi. 」

「I really want to focus on the match. 」

「Mm~! This is also a competition, Sister Aizhi, and besides, you and I are different—your age is fine, while I'm still just a middle schooler; no brother would ever look at me……」

When that usually cheerful and lively tone turned low, even Aimu Zhiji couldn't help but turn her head to look.

「What's wrong with middle schoolers? That guy occasionally becomes even smaller than a middle schooler. 」

She spoke in her own way of comfort, yet she heard:

「Yeah, I also think he's gotten smaller, hmm… maybe a bit shorter than Karen? 」

「What? 」

「How about we go save Brother, Sister Aizhi? 」

「Rescue? 」 Aimu Zhiji, who hadn't caught up with the topic, looked somewhat puzzled: "What's going on?"

She was still asking, while her roommate, who had become enthusiastic, picked up her phone again and, head down, typed:

「Rescue, rescue, Brother will definitely need help; then we'll descend like divine soldiers! But before that we'll probably need a few more helpers… a more righteous-sounding name…… Ah, let's contact our seniors! 」

——

As the saying goes, life will always find a way out.

Those who can't find it just drop dead.

Little little Aomo almost kicked the bucket, because he was just a child.

And this bunch of people never let him off. jpg

As everyone knows, whether it's Big Aomo or little little Aomo, their actions are always planned and regulated.

Even before the Twin Wolves and Lipiya paid a visit, he had already been thinking that after training ended, he could just get by and quickly wrap up, sending everyone back home, while he himself could go straight to sleep and grow properly……

He was still too optimistic—by one hour later's little little Aomo.

To be frank, his confession to Qielienina was quite unexpected, and his heart seemed to stir with some unfamiliar feeling, but he was ultimately just a child.

Faced with that feeling, he didn't know how to handle it, but he also knew it wasn't something he should deal with right now.

Not only because he wasn't the Aomo Lindun she was looking for, but also because he could barely protect himself.

Everything was like a replay of the activity room from before; an uneffortful kitten would become a woman's plaything. jpg

Humans always have an unexpectedly playful interest in younglings.

Regardless of gender.

But in the specific extent of teasing, it's actually women who are more uninhibited.

Aomo once heard in class gossip time that many male classmates had been ruthlessly played with by aunties when they were kids, a humiliating history.

Those who play a bit more intensely may even consequently show some signs of gynophobia.

Even the mild ones will make the older-sister and mature-woman group feel uneasy.

It's not exactly common, but neither is it rare.

At least in Aomo's research, as long as both conditions are met—the mother's female friends frequently visit and the person was quite cute as a child—one can basically reliably unlock this humiliating childhood CG.

As for the extent, it depends on how chaotic your circle is.

But Aomo, let alone his mother's female friends, he has only ever seen his mother in records.

The foster father is also a guardian who doesn't bring people home to visit; rather, before little Aomo exerted himself, the house was already so messy it couldn't receive guests.

So Aomo once believed this kind of calamity had nothing to do with him.

But result 1: Qielinna family's penguin logistics.

Result 2: the horse-girls of the activity room.

From not being able to sleep well to nearly suffocating, he has already deeply sensed the gravity of the crisis.

The problem is no longer whether this bunch are shotacon; the problem is that every time I shrink and get discovered, something bad is bound to happen!

The constantly warning intuition is the conclusion after extremely rapid processing of information, and little Aomo only realizes this in that alternative sage time when he is like a weary cat worn down by life.

But at this moment…

Result 3: the horse-girls in the β training field's rest area.

The newly produced defeat CG (crossed out) has already been baked; the Sirius symbol can be said to have made an indispensable contribution, once producing a brilliant spark of thought with Ailisuzhi.

That instant rapport demonstrated in the brainstorming to torment little Aomo, if placed in a mobile game, would probably need to be accompanied by a friendship-developing cutscene illustration.

What links the two people's relationship is their respective daily grievances against Aomo.

Several others are doubtful lolicon fans, yet the two of them, by using a kind of 'reward' shell to impose punishment, obviously carry emotion.

But the feeling that others' behavior gives little Aomo remains roughly the same, so much so that even if noticed, it's hard to say.

A girl ought to be the synonym of fragrant, soft, warm, but what someone feels cannot be said to be nonexistent; yet before the tremendous leaping power of each Uma Musume, it turns out somewhat like that.

Regarding this, little Aomo feels it should be cut off:

——These are all mistakes made by yesterday's self; today's self shouldn't bear them!

Although not long ago I even talked back to Sirius, but that must be the logical inertia of young Aomo at work!

But at that moment it wasn't the time to emphasize: I think I'm not wrong!

In that weary state of having nothing to live for, little Aomo, who struggled to sit up and still tried to wriggle free, employed his youthful version of the unfailing urine-escape technique.

Then two young girls were assigned to follow him.

Chazuo and Bopang.

What the heck! I'm not really a kid; why do I need someone to lead me just to go to the bathroom!!!

During this period, little Aomo's emotions aren't very stable.

Chazuo, Bopang, can you…… why are you turning your heads?!

Why pretend not to hear!

Could it be that you really betrayed me!!

The stretch of road to the public restroom was so agonizing; having given up fantasies and prepared for battle, the little boy decided to settle the outcome in the men's room.

No matter what, the two little girls cannot possibly go into the restroom together.

As for him, even if Suzi had searched away his monster cards from his body, he could still squeeze out a bit of magic in this young body.

I am a half-demon who received enlightenment in the Demon Realm zone and learned many newly developed life magics in the Boundary Gate zone!

Some low-magic-consumption little life spells, even basic tricks that hardly consume magic, also have room to operate!

Holding this elated mindset that will stay active regardless of control due to hormones, little Aomo remained silent, but before even reaching the not-so-distant restroom, he heard a voice of surprise:

"Train... trainer?"

"Huh? Did big brother become little brother?"

"... Aizhi-san and little sister-san?"

"Zhiji team member, Zhenjiling classmate? You guys also came to train?"

"No no no, we came……"

She smiled, pulling Aizhi close with enthusiastic steps; this act of swiftly invading personal space, decorated with cuteness, could maximize the reduction of aversion, and afterward she naturally reached out and pinched little Aomo's cheek.

"Take little brother back to his home."

As she said that, she had already grabbed the boy's hand with one pull, and not far behind her at the exit, a car honked, its body brightly colored, the lowered passenger-side window revealing a stylish woman wearing sunglasses.

"Aomo trainer, want to go for a drive with the older sisters?"

Behind the slightly raised sunglasses, her green eyes swayed, revealing a free-spirited invitation.

"It'll be super awesome!" the brown-haired woman beside her also waved, speaking with somewhat outdated wording.

And in the back seat, a black-haired woman with the air of an elder sister, biting a twig plucked from who-knows-where, also urged:

"Why aren't you coming over yet?"

This scene is enough to heal the mindset of the boy who had just been 'betrayed' by Ultraman.

Begin to understand the youthful state, then enter the DD realm.