Chapter 1094: NO. 217: But, there are still masters!

NO. 217: But, there are still masters!

Aomo hadn't experienced this feeling for a while.

A feeling as if a day had become extraordinarily long.

Calling it tumultuous is just normal.

Calling it full of twists and turns is just that.

Calling it torment and pain is just a brief spell.

But none of this prevented him from feeling that the day had seemed to contain many experiences, his whole body wanting to sink into the sofa, reflecting that such a day was truly long overdue—but upon closer reflection, the last time he felt this tired wasn't that far away.

What kind of situation is this… he couldn't help but sigh.

Then, after carefully recalling the past, then the previous time, the time before that, and so on, he couldn't help but wonder what the situation had been like over the past six months.

Could he have been cursed or blessed by something?

Should he go again to a place like the Divine Blessing Gospel class for a check-up?

The medical insurance and health check benefits in the trainer's subsidy really shouldn't be wasted!

Aomo, having settled on this plan, quickly cleared his mind.

This is a source energy technique he specially learned in his youth to forcibly adjust his mindset.

It sounds rather peculiar, but it's fairly common among various source energy cultivation schools.

Especially for schools that focus on cultivating the mind, self, soul, etc., it can branch out into many variants.

What Aomo learned, moreover, had undergone repeated revisions, lowering its actual effectiveness but greatly lowering the threshold, making it a foolproof version that's easy to pick up.

For 70 yuan, scanning the code to subscribe will immediately deliver an in-depth immersion tutorial, guaranteed to teach and ensure mastery, though the actual effect depends on personal talent and state of mind.

As for Aomo's talent in source energy cultivation…

High emotional intelligence can be called moderate; blunt expression can be called mediocre; harshly put, it could be called silver.

He is at a level where it's not impossible to get started, but if you're unskilled you just need to practice more.

Fortunately, he also lacks neither the determination to practice more nor the fragmented time to do so.

Moreover, teenage Aomo's life was never smooth sailing, and the frequency of using this meditation technique even surpasses that of many flashier attack spells.

So he maxed out his proficiency, and even when bored he tried to dissect and ponder it.

Because it was originally a simplified, foolproof version for the masses, he indeed managed to extract quite a few insights from dissecting it.

When the girls' training condition was poor in the past two days, he even considered whether to further revise it and teach it to the students.

In life, one always needs some sufficiently compulsive stress‑relief techniques like this.

It can make life a bit easier and also reduce the fatigue that would carry over to the next day.

Admittedly, this is also not a necessity for modern people.

After all, there are many more stress‑relief methods available nowadays; rather than looking inward to eliminate stress, many people prefer to seek help externally.

After‑work bars, weekend gatherings, even the beds of love hotels—these are the choices Aomo knows his coworkers most often make, and there's nothing wrong with them; even the last one, Aomo could say he hasn't experienced it before so he doesn't judge it, but nowadays he can also say: That makes sense, it actually does have some effect.

But that obviously still shouldn't become a person's main stress‑relief method, and it's even less suitable for a group of students.

Although ordinary students can also accumulate pressure that requires the aforementioned methods to relieve, the Central Tresen sports academy that specially trains world‑class athletes obviously operates on a different standard.

But even if he wanted to put a stop to things for now, a glass would still be placed before him:

"What a relieved expression—shall we have a drink to celebrate?"

"You really can find any excuse to have a drink…" Aomo, somewhat speechless, pushed himself up from the soft sofa, looking at the girl beside him whose half body was leaning on the sofa armrest, seemingly unbothered by the white patch draped across her chest that hung before his eyes.

"When life goes well, one must indulge to the fullest~"

"Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty, right?" Aomo wordlessly waved his hand, politely declining her offer to drink.

Due to some things that are partly real and illusory, from which he occasionally recalls fragments, he is actually quite accustomed to this.

Just as he doesn't even know when he started no longer addressing her as "Miss Ling".

This silent change in habit stems from subconscious familiarity, like the cognitive shifts in the middle of certain hypnosis sessions—unstoppable and something one wouldn't even think to guard against.

Not knowing since when he had accepted the fact that he and she had become that familiar, thinking that, roughly speaking, their interaction in dreams was also taken for granted—and then, in others' eyes…

"How did you two meet?"

Compared to the perceptive, silence‑is‑gold Manchester Chazuo and Meipu Bohan, Aimu Zhiji's consistent outward attitude simply champions being blunt, and in this condition she can instead make use of her persona to become everyone's mouthpiece.

"Aomo and I, the circumstances of how we met are rather convoluted—should we start from the work of the two younger sisters, or from the dream‑world visit?"

Ling shook her head, somewhat troubled, while the Chazuo sitting not far away, pouring coffee, flashed a golden gaze.

"Dreams…" she murmured softly, her expression suddenly enlightened as if she had solved some ancient riddle.

Perhaps for a little girl who has always wanted to spend more time with the trainer and get closer to that trainer's darkness.

Trapped by the trainer's endless busyness, unable to find an opportunity, it truly was like an ancient riddle with no exit, waiting for a senior who had already walked this path to say one sentence to let her suddenly understand.

"Those aren't important! Not important!" However, without giving her a chance to listen to the detailed explanation, a brown‑haired horse girl, disregarding image and decorum, almost shouted like a tantrum: "Guinea‑pig kid!!! Guinea‑pig kid!!! You should be cooking!!!!"

"..."

Have to admit, although carrying it out looks ugly, the tactic is indeed very practical.

Practical enough to make Aomo's face instantly grimace, push himself up from the sofa, and look toward the nearby raccoon who is teaching Ishamara how to operate the office counter system to conduct commission replication registration.

"Raccoon, will Shen and them come over to eat tonight?"

"Huh? I don't think so; they never said so in advance."

She completely overlooked the living‑room atmosphere, had no bandwidth to spare, being entirely absorbed in earnestly teaching Aomo's friend whose understanding wavers, and she didn't even realize why Aomo would ask that.

Just seeing the other party reluctantly let out a sigh left her somewhat puzzled.

"At least I don't have to deal with a meal for twelve people…" she muttered under her voice, awed by the challenge, but considering that among the current nine there are four horse girls, Aomo's relieved sigh only loosened a bit.

As for what to eat out…

Suzi having said that, this option definitely doesn't exist; the demon couldn't even be bothered to ask with a hopeful mindset, and then again shouted at the raccoon: "Have them come over tomorrow to gather."

The office jumped three levels to become C-rank, so employees also have to do some extra training.

Um... I'll try...

Since we're already teaching Yishamala to operate, it's naturally clear why the raccoon dog can jump three levels, but it answered with a very stiff expression.

I don't know if it's because I have to go to class, or because it's hard to get Gui She to come to class.

Mm, just make sure the notice is properly delivered.

One can also imagine the other's difficulties; Aomo added that, then immediately looked at the girls sitting quite comfortably in the living room.

Especially a certain someone holding a square pillow, who from before neither talked to me nor joined the girls' topics, just snuggled up in the corner with Qielienina, Xi.

Honestly speaking, Aomo still thought these two should put on some hostess airs.

The former perhaps isn't familiar with horse girls, but at least can chat a bit with Ling and Yishamala; the latter, following their usual flair, should naturally become the guide for girls' talk, but……

At this moment, these two people instead seem like guests.

And moreover, they're reclusive guests.

Huddled in the corner, not speaking, letting the girls over there chat among themselves.

Not seeing them send a message all day makes me feel my mindset hasn't been processed well; and when it really is like that, coincidentally there are also many people in the house.

"Xi, Qielienina, can you come help me a bit?"

He sent out an invitation to line up within a delimited small area.

"Ah? Uh, no no no no…… I can't……"

However, the pink-haired JK completely avoids his eyes; as soon as they meet, they shrink back, and immediately their whole face starts to blush.

There's some truth, but also some falsehood.

Meanwhile, the black-haired wolf girl's condition is somewhat better; she didn't directly avoid his gaze, and upon hearing his words, she instinctively stood up: "Ah, I……"

Similarly, her cheeks are somewhat flushed; not sure if she's thinking of the same thing, she was about to stand up but Xi's hand grabbed her sleeve, and then in the process of looking back and forth she sat back down, showing a helpless embarrassed smile: "I have to keep Xi company."

When did you two get so close?

The four horse girls are inevitably surprised; even Suzi and Aizhi, who know that the two have fought together in bed, feel surprised, while Aomo just gave a subtle nod: "Alright."

It's not that he's easy to talk to; it's just that he can somewhat guess that this abnormal reaction and the warming of the unexpected relationship stem from his own situation; although he wants to communicate, there are still so many people around right now.

Or maybe it's precisely because these people are around…… that those two behave so extravagantly.

However, besides these people being present now, there are even some 'people' directly lurking inside the screen.

Let's talk about it later.

"So what would everyone like to eat……"

He hadn't finished speaking when he turned to look at Ling; in her doubtful gaze, he recalled someone's words.

Thus, after a few seconds of silence, he said again:

"Give me a few minutes; I'll go invite another helper cook."

After saying that, he directly vanished on the spot, leaving the girls in the living room exchanging puzzled glances, then gradually shifting their gaze to Ling, who had suddenly thought of something and whose composure was no longer calm.

"I suddenly remembered I still need to go to Mount Tai to gather some wind, so I won't bother you here tonight." She suddenly said with a smile.

That smile was helpless yet natural, leaving no flaw to pick on, yet it made Bopan and Chazuo stare doubtfully.

Just as her whole body began to turn transparent, the vanished Aomo reappeared.

Another woman appeared beside her.

"I heard you're going to eat here, big sis—what a coincidence; I had already agreed with Mr. Aomo to exchange cooking skills, and now is the perfect time."

That woman was petite and enthusiastic, with a hair color that leaves a deep impression and is hard to forget.

Moreover, at first glance one instinctively thinks of Ling's flower arms and double horns.

And her words further confirmed the relationship between the two, causing countless girls' gazes to return to Ling, who was supposed to have vanished but got stubbornly stuck.

Seeing her shift from illusory to solid, her smile stiffened somewhat as if it were an illusion:

"Hmm… really that coincidental… I'm really looking forward to it…"