Chapter 1018

NO．141：He Does Not Allow Abandonment After Severance

【Miss Xingge: Hey! First it's a hooligan like a biker gang, then it's a celebrity knockoff car parking, what kind of topic are you trying to stir up?!】

When the note name for the diagonally opposite neighbor suddenly lit up and sent a message, the boy's fumbling with the ingredients inevitably stalled a bit.

This wasn't the first time in his memory.

Just as the other party mentioned Gui She, that neighbor lady wasn't concerned about whether the office's mercenaries could handle the biker gang issue, nor did she care who the car owner was.

She wasn't even particularly interested in the neighbor's movements, but she ran an exhibition hall where customers would interact and performers would complain.

Her "information" also came from this; what she cared about was exactly this—shady-looking figures openly loitering nearby would make the girls there uneasy and even interfere with business……

This was actually a minor issue; for Aomo, such complaints merely meant adding to the office a theoretical "escape route" that indeed should be added.

An emergency escape system capable of short-range teleportation options suits any mercenary office that has made enemies.

Furthermore, it was to install a more concealed entry method for the office.

Linton Office didn't need to disguise itself as just another urban legend cliché—at that time Aomo still thought that way—but now, when the neighbor came to "complain", he didn't bother to clarify "that's not a knockoff, it's a Maruzeniski car"; he simply realized it.

Turning the office into a Diagon Alley wouldn't be bad either.

Otherwise, just the three of the five horsegirls sitting in the living room would fully activate the office's anti-harassment system.

Let's get it started now…… Little Aomo thought as he operated the terminal to connect to the office system, and after typing out soothing words to the other party, he redirected his attention back to the present.

"What happened?"

With a plain demeanor and simple apron, Aimu Zhiji, who was ladling a spoon and stirring the stew in the pot, stood beside Aomo, unable to say whether they were siblings or mother and child.

It's too natural; this girl's demeanor while moving in the kitchen is really too natural. That, like the Bourbon style: her slightly overdeveloped figure for a high school student makes her look, when she puts on an apron and cooks, more like a young mother than a student.

You are truly the young wife—if it were Aomo who had been 'contaminated' by Bi Ze for a while, he might just spit out this nonsense.

But unfortunately, here there is only one miserable kid who feels that a bunch of big sisters and aunties are tormenting him.

This miserable kid has never even shouted "Mom!" So when facing this scenery that's easy to make a mistake, he still keeps the dead fish eyes representing rationality.

"The neighbors complained, so I just dealt with it simply."

"……"

Hearing a kid say such words, even someone as consistently cold‑hearted as Aimu Zhiji couldn't help but be startled for a moment.

"Are you still the Umastar I know?" she couldn't help but ask.

Whether it's the youthful appearance or the synchronization of minds, it's also a question she's curious about; this also involves the other's reaction to a confession… Aimu Zhiji unconsciously glanced at the kitchen knife she had just swapped the spoon for.

On that broad blade surface, a hesitant, uneasy expression was reflected—not like her.

When that face suddenly smiled again, she silently raised it upright.

Indeed, it wasn't her.

However, while she was tangled up in this problem, little Aomo hearing this became even more nervous.

He nervously glanced at the dragon girl standing aside, her tail swaying back and forth, her wine gourd rolling round after round, afraid that she would hear the name 'Umastar' and then go mess around with any search engine.

Whether the doxxing is serious naturally depends on the person; being ordered to hear it may not be an actual problem, but it's hard to guarantee it won't become a long‑running joke.

Given the other's short‑poem, long‑dream nature, it's really hard to say whether this will rise to the level of 'being laughed at for a year'.

But the other seems to be just hanging there drinking by themselves right now, making it seem like I'm overly nervous.

"Yes," he tentatively turned his head back in relief, continuing to peel and seed the loofah in his hand, "but there aren't many."

"I can't deny that I occasionally have thoughts typical of this age‑group appearance, just like the way I responded to the neighbor earlier; now I think, that was my past style."

"... You used to have to deal with this kind of problem?" Aimu Zhiji realized the crux.

"If the guardian isn't very reliable, this is inevitable."

He unconsciously glanced at the screen—that electronic foster father who was absent from the Golite set due to vegetables, who, after hearing yesterday that Aomo finally had a girlfriend, spouted nonsense, and he instructed the witch beast to seal it in the image folder of the chat software.

They're probably still lost in there now.

The electronic vampire can't resist the electronic witch—truly the sorrow of the blood clan (x).

And the sealed‑father rebel son is still… not even free, he's imprisoned in the kitchen.

"... But I heard from Karen that you also gave her guidance on family problems......"

Even at that time, Zhiji still remembered feeling clever about how Umastar handled family relations, surely his family must have been very happy and blissful……

Now, do even the parties involved realize this is basically a hellish joke……

"Not exactly, my parents aren't dead yet, although I feel they've been missing so long they might as well be dead." The filial son said thus.

This almost mind‑reading remark also made Zhiji recall that Umaster had several times guessed her thoughts through the screen, once even prompting her to ask her father to bring her computer for a check.

And that little boy was still marveling at the gentleness of the law in the Jiemen district—despite being missing for over fifteen years, he still isn't legally dead.

So composed, so defiant, it actually left Aimu Zhiji at a loss; the apology she had almost blurted out now seemed superfluous.

But she still decided to lower her head and apologize, only to have the other pat her on the head.

"The hands are clean."

Faced with her astonished expression, the boy raised his hands, not knowing how he had hastily cleaned them, making her smile helplessly.

"This isn't the point, is it?"

"Since it can make you laugh, then it's worth being the focus," the boy said, ticking off the prepared ingredients on the table, then added, "On the way here I only saw you and Karen pinching my face and laughing; I really can't figure out what you want by following her."

Originally embarrassed and wanting to deny the apology, but after hearing the rest, Aimu Zhiji was equally silent, merely whispering: "……I also don't quite understand."

"We can't be like Chirelina, can we?" little Aomo, who was beginning to feel the potatoes, said lightly, "You also ought to say something while I still can't judge normally."

"……"

"For example, that you've hated me for a long time, etc."

"Seeing you and Karen appear together, I wasn't unmindful of this possibility," seeing her remain silent, little Aomo launched into a monologue: "Although I can't judge my own feelings well, in this state I am exceptionally impartial when reviewing the past; I think if we're going to bring up old matters, you don't need to be polite."

"In this state, I am precisely unafraid of any factual harm."

"……"

Having said that, the swaying tail nearby stopped for a few seconds; the blue-haired drunkard glanced at the little child, then continued drinking her alcohol.

Then the brown-haired girl suddenly spoke loudly:

"No!"

"Even if it's those past things, I am very——"

"Hahahahahaha! Aomo you brat, you finally got retribution, right!!!"

Before seeing the person, one hears the voice; the unrestrained loud laughter suddenly interrupted the speech, and immediately amidst the little boy's somewhat gloomy gaze, the chaotic black hair that burst through the light screen flew— at first glance, one couldn't tell whether it was a female ghost arriving or a beast spear athlete arriving.

Or rather it's the former, after all the latter is really too tearful, and moreover little Aomo hopes the other party will be exorcised soon.

"I thought you had been abandoned by Qianming, Zhouri Ningjing."

"Wrong! I've been holding back, waiting for the best moment to show up and mock you! Now, besides Qianming, there's also Suzi sending me messages!!"

"It's amazing that one sentence sold two people."

"Anyway, you can probably guess, but you without a monster card are just such an embarrassing little brat!"

"You're right, but if I now use divinity to suppress your spirit, which is in charge of cutting meat, how would you respond?"

Without the tie, the snake-pattern bracelet still flickers with a faint light, imparting the most direct divine oppression upon the female ghost.

Zhouri Ningjing's expression changed entirely, glaring at the child before her who still had a trick up her sleeve.

"But for now, you should apologize for the timing of your appearance."

"Miss Aizhi, because you were interrupted, you now need to take responsibility for reconnecting that passage for me."