Chapter 1024: with translation of chapter title

title: NO．147：observer absorbs observer

Friends who got online earlier often have a certain worry.

This trouble comes from past surfing traces; as the commander said, it's a mistake of being too young.

No names.

As for Aomo. Lindun, there's not much to say about his past surfing.

Nobody understands restraint and reason better than he does; otherwise, Tangmu's childhood of being toyed with by women amid applause wouldn't have to wait until now.

He also believes he hasn't left any embarrassing records online, and his unwillingness to expose the Umastar account is purely to let life be more peaceful and stable.

After all, his life is already full of ups and downs.

Even just as a trainee becoming official, the secondary account has gained millions of followers as an officially certified account thanks to a group of cross-field fans, and it even has a number of black fans recruited from evil god streamers.

All day, it fills his inbox with rich content.

At times like this, if we also combine his past achievements on Umastagram, he suspects the association might call him to stop, lest he keep stealing hot searches and interfering with their promotion of the competition.

Of course, the most important thing is still that account… uh…

That's pretty weird!

Aomo still remembers losing many memories when using that account to surf.

Although each loss is accompanied by a label from that time, proving it was all intentional rather than a physical amnesia.

But relying on such vague labels to understand what happened is still quite difficult.

Only when the people involved in those events come forward can we somewhat deduce the factual context from their words and actions at the time.

And it's not necessarily accurate.

Just like yesterday's Aimu Zhiji, although she was possessed and knocked down by her sister midway, at least the first half shows that Aomo is judging others with a petty mind.

Turns out she didn't actually hate or reject herself back then?

Umastar teacher still believes that Miss Vega back then was enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens.

At least that night when the police brought her home, every word she typed revealed a desire to kick herself out of anger.

That's a horse girl's kick, which only true experts among trainers can handle (x).

Just thinking about the chat logs from that time, he has no choice but to turn his gaze toward that person who, at only 14, already has millions of fans, the 'zipai tianshi'.

Zhenjiling, she was gently comforting the ailishuma whose "black history" had been exposed.

That considerate appearance, combined with their age gap, plus ailishuma's habitually humble attitude of placing herself in the fans' position... Aomo had reason to believe that in ailishuma's eyes, the grey‑haired girl had begun to shine.

"Wuu... Mama, there's an angel..."

No need to doubt, she had already sobbed out loud, and beside that "angel", the demon tried twisting the handlebar, but it didn't budge at all.

Quite an over-the-top angel...

The demon, having given up struggling, turned his gaze back to this selfie‑taking angel.

Although there was no concrete evidence, based on the initial observation and later review analysis, Aomo's memory did contain a tacit assumption.

In the missing part of his memories from his teenage years of surfing the internet, there was a segment related to Zhenjiling, and in that segment he clearly played the role of someone who perhaps left without saying goodbye, or perhaps parted hastily, or perhaps... was escaping something.

So when she sought him out, his former self accepted the solution she gave.

Not a trainer, not a friend or anything else, but as an elder brother, as a big brother, he tolerated the other's occasional lack of tension, the lack of deliberate pretense, the genuine self.

But that matter might not have ended... the boy thought.

While Zhenjiling and ailishuma were communicating, Aomo, who had been silently pretending not to exist at the side, found his effort meaningful.

Although he couldn't avoid those two people in front of him, he did indeed dodge the "assassins" among the passing crowds like the Twin Turbos, Special Week, Daiwa Akahoshi, and the Celestial Palace.

It's fortunate that Vodka didn't appear bound together with Akahoshi, for otherwise merely the meditation and minor spells to reduce presence couldn't escape the motorbike chef's motorbike gravity.

Furthermore, while keeping silent, he kept thinking.

The content of his thoughts was yesterday's surprise visit by Zhenjiling and Aimu Zhiji to the training ground.

Little Aomo couldn't be bothered to ponder the meaning behind it, but teenage Aomo would unconsciously think about it, because it involved the horse girls he also supported, and furthermore the two main athletes made him feel an excessively coincidental "stakeholder".

Deliberately.

Deliberate to the point of being obviously artificial.

And now, the opponent's timely appearance gave him an even stronger sense of being schemed against.

You could say it's a coincidence, but the boy who had just struggled out of his girlfriend's "trap" does not believe that excuse.

So his train of thought retreated another step.

Retreating to yesterday's experience—Aimu Zhiji and Zhenjiling appeared together with Qianming the representative, Narita Hakujin, and Maruzensuki.

This truly is an astonishing combination; even just recalling it makes the boy's mouth twitch slightly, giving him a sense of life fulfillment as if all the idols he once supported had come to find him.

At this moment, he was even closer to heaven than Shu Zi Lao Shi. jpg

Of course, them all coming to find him is just a metaphor.

After all, Aomo considers himself a DD, having supported so many idols that he hardly has any say in single‑supporting.

But even so, in terms of expression management he still completely crushed Shu Zi Lao Shi!

He avoided the shrimp head!

Then he redirected his thoughts back to the main topic——

——Why them?

Narita Hakujin, Qianming the representative, and Maruzensuki—the latter two often hang out together, but the former could be called someone with whom they "can't chat" and "not close", a real oddball.

Just like Aimu Zhiji's relationship with the latter two.

Admittedly, you could also place your hopes on Qianming's and Maruzensuki's respective real‑life fulfillment power.

Qianming needs no introduction, and Maruzensuki, although not as free as she is, is also a paradigmatic energetic E‑person.

Getting them to rope in Narita Hakujin isn't impossible, but they simply have nothing to do with Aimu Zhiji and Zhenjiling, who belong to an entirely different generation, or even age group.

What's the point of the two senior sisters who are about to graduate and have already graduated dragging high school and middle school students into this?

Even if they came for me, what reason could they have to call each other?

In terms of interests, the three big ones don't need the two small ones at all; rather, the two small ones need the three big ones' material and nominal support.

Let their actions become more reasonable and proper.

Which side contacts which side?

And who contacts whom?

Once he became aware of these problems, he already had the answer.

"Kalian."

"Mm, big brother, what's up?" The girl turned around with a beaming smile, her cute, playful expression as usual, capable of softening anyone's subsequent words into friendliness.

And that direct address made the ailishuma, whose information network hadn't been updated in days, look at Aomo in astonishment.

She clearly hadn't realized that the boy was merely the slightly younger training supervisor of his roommate.

Even though Cypress Virtue people, especially Cypress Virtue males, have extremely distinctive facial features—like a certain doctor who likes acquaintances—ailishuma is still face‑blind toward all men from the Western city district.

Umastar knows this.

After all, this kind of slightly embarrassing but not sensitive, not even private, thing easily becomes material for netizens' chats.

Umastar also often told the digital printing teacher about his poor family background, his long‑term multiple part‑time jobs, and the fact that his reply times were rather random.

Of course, for her now, the fact that Zhenjiling actually has an older brother is even more shocking than the reality of horse girls.

"I need to push my scooter to the parking lot first, and I also have to regretfully remind you two that class is about to start."

"Oh oh! Indeed!!"

Not knowing what formula ran through his mind, ailishuma's gaze at Aomo became much friendlier; she pulled out her phone, glanced at it, nodded repeatedly, and said, "Well then, Angel Sama, I'll be off—"

"Well then, digital classmate, if you're interested you can come play in the activity room on the third floor of the high school section!"

"Uh… huh? The activity room on the third floor of the high school section…?"

Being cut off mid‑farewell, ailishuma first felt that this bizarre combination of arrangements was very familiar.

This is bizarre because Telesen's activity room, as a shared space for horse girls and trainers, holds the status of a tactical planning room, with dedicated zones—normally impossible in a teaching building.

But the activity room on the third floor of the high school section… seems to actually exist…?

"—!" She gasped, "Are you the trainer of the Super Light Speed Princess?! That legendary Demon Trainer Prince!!"

"Super Light Speed Princess?" Aomo exclaimed.

"Demon Trainer Prince?" Kalian chewed on the title, her smile subtle.

"Ah… sorry sorry sorry sorry!"

Instantly taking on an embarrassed, wish‑I‑could‑disappear look, ailishuma's frantic bowing triggered an intense reaction from her desk‑mate seeing the chuunibyou setting written in her notebook.

"I blurted out the wrong thing by mistake! Please pretend you two didn't hear it!"

"Well, it's not really necessary to say sorry…" Aomo remarked subtly.

Although there's still a bit of gooseflesh, especially when acquaintances shout, there's a feeling of embarrassment shifting from them to me.

But he's always been able to hold it in.

"Huh? Won't you feel offended?" ailishuma stopped bowing.

"No."

"Then can I keep calling you that?"

"No."

"Sniffle sniffle X﹏X I'm just adding trouble after all! Sorry! Please don't hate the digital carbon…"

"So you really aren't going to class?"

Aomo's gaze drifted slightly upward; he saw Suzi sending a message urging him on, and even reminders from Chazuo, Bopang, and Aizhi were mixed in.

It looks like everyone today is eager to train.

"Ah! Indeed! I'm really sorry to leave now! Well then, Ka… Kalian classmate and Trainer Mister, goodbye!"

"This isn't something you can normally call…"

"You run really fast."

"It's no surprise; even in the previous campus selection meet, they displayed astonishing talent on muddy ground, and combined with earlier grass‑field tests, the digital classmate's performance carries the aura of a strong one who never complains about the environment."

"Big brother, is it because of horse girls that you're so concerned about the digital senior?"

"Actually, I wanted to ask if you're scouting out the class?"

"Mm."

The girl puffed her cheeks, the pair of black ear‑cuffs on her head pressing down like little devil horns.

"Answering a question with a question is really sly; then Kalian will turn back and ask again."

Having said that, she didn't leave but instead kept staring straight at the boy.

Until his expressionless face finally showed a hint of helplessness, he raised his hand and gently rubbed her head.

Only then did her ears perk up, and she turned to run toward the school.

"Hmph, then Kalian will bring the digital senior over for a visit next time!"

I think I should be unable to refuse.

Watching the girl's head‑not‑turning, equally swift running back.

The boy focusedly gazed at the calm face reflected in the vehicle's metal front.

"This time, it seems we're finally going to settle the score…"

Once again facing the past that has come knocking.

This time even those who could speak are waiting for my reply.

"Wow, quite a story, Aomo-kun, I didn't expect besides Xiao Qian there to be so many entanglements." This is the iron-shell kid fun person who recently sat in the electronic audience seats.

"Exactly! You brat, you didn't make a sound when you provoked someone back then, right!" This is the electronic foster father who was temporarily released from the labyrinth, but likely to be locked back up.

"Looks pretty complicated, partner, want me to give you a free hug?"

One thing that's hard to evaluate is that I actually have quite a few electronic pets, but they're not really worth mentioning.