Chapter 1019

NO．142：Misjudgments often come with a price.

Although we often say that reading the air is a talent of Japanese people, in reality, the influence of atmosphere on people's hearts is universal.

The only difference lies in——whether you are sufficiently immersed.

This has corresponding research cases in psychology and in the mystic fields related to psychology, especially the immersion and alienation of group atmosphere on individuals——this is a rather long-term topic.

Recently, the active incarnations of some former rulers have directly added many new directions to academic trash.

But that's digressing.

Returning to the topic of atmosphere, one point not to be ignored is that there are three types of people in this world who can easily break through the extension of group will known as 'atmosphere'.

The first is the brave known to the world.

Just like the red-haired high school student from Dujuan Terrace who repeatedly resisted assimilation by group will, that bug-like courage is the main reason why Gulite chose him.

The second is the willful child/hooligan.

These two opposite types can be exemplified by Lei Miule and Lapu Lande; their essence is each having their own rhythm. To them, atmosphere is something easily stepped on——they can point out the emperor's new clothes, and also enjoy going against the crowd.

And aside from these two, the third type is the indifferent, feeling neither joy nor sorrow.

Even if they rely on the group's sustenance, they still do not care about the group's will; mingling within is for a more stable life, and leaving the group is also for a more stable life. These people are very close to the second type, but they tend to be even stranger, even empty.

They have no arrogance that suppresses everything, nor any enlightened clarity that sees through everything; they simply are indifferent.

Aomo Lindun has been like this since childhood.

Rather, it was him as a child that best fits this description.

He lacked the conceptual expansion that adolescence brings from struggling for life, and also lacked the tumultuous experiences of youth that could shake one's self.

Just like the childhood of most federal citizens, Aomo's own view of his childhood was peaceful, stable, lacking drastic changes.

What sets him apart from the second type of child even in childhood is that his mind does not possess the malleability of ordinary children.

Nor does he have the lucidity of a few children.

That is merely indifference.

Even though Morrison's adoption brought a sudden change to his living environment, it was still insufficient to shake even a bit of the child's self.

Because that earth-shattering 'ecological' change is still meaningless to a child who is indifferent to the world.

Only by feeling, discovering, and witnessing things himself will he gradually shift toward a teenage mindset.

Only he himself can change himself.

And before that lengthy process arrives, little Aomo Lindun remains indifferent to all obstacles in life.

Especially the cowardice of the human heart.

Compared to the twisted person who needs favorable timing, location, and harmony to voice the words buried deep in their heart, he prefers the straightforward, mechanically candid type.

In other words——

Aimu Zhiji and Meipu Bourbon.

Both can intuitively show little Aomo's likes and dislikes, but this is only about attitude.

Regardless of whether young Aomo's memory has a baseline impression, even if it's truly young Aomo, he knows well that the existence of Meipu Bourbon is an extreme rarity.

By comparison, Aimu Zhiji this kind of twisted person, while not saying it's rampant, is also not particularly rare.

And living in a society composed mostly of such people, one must accept the fact that there are many troublesome individuals.

But at least, when facing himself, he hopes these people can be sufficiently frank.

Just like now, after suppressing Zhouri Ningjing, he redirects his gaze toward the somewhat dazed girl.

"Speak your unfinished words."

Amid the boiling sound of the oil pot nearby, and also amid the gnashing teeth and chopping meat sounds of the black-haired horse-eared woman, the little boy's eyes reflected her turmoil.

"Because I gave up the words I should have spoken due to a sudden interruption, I have never liked such developments."

"And you?"

He asked.

"Since it was hard-won to decide to speak those words, they can be considered important information."

"If I were to give you another chance, would you be willing to speak those unfinished words?"

Although he had said such harsh words, he ultimately could not let Zhouri Ningjing take over Aimu Zhiji's speech.

This is not a question of whether he can do it, but whether Zhouri Ningjing can do it.

A woman who always relies on vigor and violence to get things done, leaving all patience and gentleness to her sister, making her engage in rhetoric would hardly fail to make one suspect she would naturally turn to intimidation.

Thus, the one who spoke up was still the boy who needed a stool to stand before the stove.

Having complete memory and holding the other's information, little Aomo knows exactly what he should say.

It doesn't need to be too complex or too long; just a single sentence.

Awkward people each have their own insistence; that is a high wall they built from the depths of their hearts.

Whether out of fear or self-respect, it must not be torn down.

That is their comfort zone.

If you wish to see the other's world, do not destroy everything of theirs.

You should let the other think, let them be willing to step out of that wall on their own.

Even if she only took half a step out.

"I want to say..." Gazing at the ingredients boiling in the pot, Aimu Zhiji whispered as she opened her mouth.

"Please speak, I'm listening."

The boy wasn't staring at her; what she had wanted to say wasn't aimed at the Aomo before her.

Why add unnecessary pressure, making them stammer as if turning the atmosphere into a second confession?

Glancing at Zhouri Ningjing's surprised gaze cast this way, the boy realized the other was the type who, seeing a girl hesitate to speak, would think it a confession.

So she will chop meat here.

Mistaken judgments often come with a price, but chopping meat is already the best outcome, and as a professional Mefilas, little Aomo dares to make judgments.

"Even if it's those past things, I'm very grateful to you..."

"You see, that's how it is…… Little Aomo picked up the fried food from the fryer, glanced at the greatly disappointed Zhouri Ningjing beside."

"Don't stop your hands."

He reminded the other party to continue chopping meat with an indifferent attitude, truly a capitalist raised from childhood, making Zhouri Ningjing renew her gritting-teeth state bar.

"But also at this time, a voice came from beside: 'And now, I prefer the trainer——'"

"That originally low-spirited voice suddenly changed a bit, and finally drew out its tone, letting the two 'people' turn their heads in surprise, and they saw Aimu Zhiji smiling extraordinarily brightly towards this side."

"Being this brilliant, one can generally call it seeing ghosts."

"And indeed the fact is so."

"... If you keep doing this, Miss Aizhi will probably get very angry, little sister-san." Little Aomo turned his head helplessly, looking at the big sand pot in front of him.

"Then he was picked up by a warm, soft embrace."

"Then came an irresistible warmth rubbing the face."

"It's really rubbing the face, accurately speaking it's the most direct 'acchaccha'."

"Little Aomo, expressionless, was embraced by 'Aimu Zhiji' in an unusually intimate posture, like a cat whose face is being wildly rubbed by a cat‑snatcher."

"So soft, so cute! Indeed so cute, little trainer mister!"

"Little sister-san? Can you be a bit reserved? If you keep doing this, I might get killed, together with you."

"Eh eh eh?! Little trainer mister wants to die together with me?! So shy!!!!"

"I think this sentence shouldn't be understood like that."

"Someone tried to refute, but others turned a deaf ear."

"Little trainer mister, can you call me 'older sister'?"

"I think it's not possible, this is a matter of life and death, but I think even if you don't call, once your older sister reacts, she'll make me forcibly forget."

"Offering no resistance, or rather being unable to resist, little Aomo displayed composure and laxity far beyond a youth's state, which is also a professional judgment."

"Facing an offensive like Maruzen Suki plus, resistance is useless; better to endure, at least the other's strength won't twist my neck bone."

"Thus at this moment he just let the other party rub his face wildly, his dead eyes looking at the astonished Zhouri Ningjing and at Ling not far away who waved the gourd in hand."

"As for Zhouri Ningjing, never mind; Miss Ling, what are you planning to lurk until?"

"Well then, since it's like this, just call out!"

"I refuse, quickly release your older sister, I can still strive for a suspended sentence."

"Eh? But she's already fainted, eh."

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