Chapter 1104: NO.9: You're just curious, and when you look back, Zhong Yue will come to greet you

NO. 9: You're just curious, and when you look back, Zhong Yue will come to greet you.

Aomo considered that he had told many lies in his life, had also said many falsehoods, and did not cling to the life principle of always telling the truth.

But it is well known that a lie needs more lies to cover it up.

As someone who had once exposed many lies, Aomo well understood the cost of an excellent lie, so when faced with Chazuo's question, he merely gave a subtle smile.

Then he yawned.

"Well, not really, I've just been busy lately," Aomo said, holding a coffee in one hand while his fingers danced on the terminal with the other, using his actions to back up his words: "But speaking of connecting... did anything happen last night?"

Things unsuitable for minors are ultimately inappropriate to say to underage girls; even if expressed subtly and artistically, it feels like taking advantage of someone.

Although one of the practitioners of such things there is also some distance from adulthood, this is clearly not the same matter.

Aomo chose to shift the focus to cause the other's misunderstanding; although for the sensitive and suspicious person in charge this might lack complete persuasiveness, the dark red eyes behind the light grille thus revealed an obvious scrutinizing intent.

But the well-behaved, thoughtful black-haired little girl beside him would instead be more concerned about the trainer's condition: "Do you need to catch up on sleep?"

She asked, and her dark-gold eyes also gazed toward the empty space where Aomo's typing fingers were.

"How much of that commission remains?"

"Don't cover up questions with endless questions, Chazuo."

"... Sorry."

"No need to apologize."

Rather, seeing her concerned expression actually gave him a slight pang of conscience; Aomo turned his head from the screen to look at her: "As long as you can answer my previous question, that's fine."

"Did you wait especially for me for something?"

"... Mm..."

Now it was Chazuo's turn to fall silent for a moment, then she whispered: "Can't I look for the trainer if there's nothing wrong?"

"Well, it's not that it's impossible..."

The subtle attention prompted Aomo to scan the activity room; aside from the two obvious brown-haired horse girls who turned their heads, the chestnut-haired cyber horse girl, though still looking down at her phone, had her upright, tense ears clearly revealing a different attitude.

After all, was he still too neglectful of paying attention?

He reflected inwardly, feeling that this was the outward manifestation of the teenage girl's possessiveness that had nowhere to go and could not be eliminated.

Although Chazuo's neighbor Aizhi originally showed no such tendency, her current demeanor suddenly seemed a bit abrupt, but he had indeed been overly distracted by training these past few days.

One could say this quite matches the criticisms of certain colleagues who have always been dissatisfied with him, and it is hardly surprising that it would alert these girls.

"But compared to a sudden surprise, it's smoother to say in advance that one will come, like this—" He swiped his finger, and the intangible light screen that was invisible to others instantly appeared, displaying densely packed text.

Shu Zi Lao Shi eventually caught the missing secondary creation mercenary who had been gone for a night.

By rushing straight to the activity room that early morning and blocking the door just as Aomo, who had also arrived early, was about to enter.

Faced with the highly valued doujinshi topic, Shu Zi Lao Shi displayed twelve parts of seriousness; this seriousness even surpassed her usual restraint toward Aomo stemming from constant respect—but it was not overly pushy.

Just as a Toby Spider, its desire heightened by venom, would buy a discounted suit, this person's limit ends here; Shu Zi Lao Shi's sternness can only be described as tragic.

Originally a segment for the client to inquire about the schedule, but as they chatted it shifted to conveying concern to other team members and asking about recent situations.

But obviously, staying up late to host a double-queue challenge and sparring for six hours of practice matches is absolutely unsuitable to discuss with underage girls.

At this moment, it was like a replay of that scene; he covered those inconvenient topics with a few sentences.

"But please rest assured, I still remember our hiking appointment."

Back when he had consulted with Miss Adel and others on the volcanic survey, the simple wording agreed upon with Chazuo— the so-called approach to dealing with possessiveness— actually lay not in 'occupy' but in 'unique'.

Because the moment you make them feel 'one-of-a-kind,' they have already 'occupied' that uniqueness.

Although many people in this world shout 'I want everything' out of greed, they actually know very well that what they can truly obtain certainly does not include everything.

This is even more true for clever teenagers.

Their desires are like bottomless abysses, filled with various fantasies and yearnings, yet few groups in this world understand unconscious restraint better than they do.

Because they are at the age when they are disciplined the most by those around them.

The smarter they are, the better they understand the rules; perhaps they will also actively use the rules, but their greed is certainly no match for that of foolish children.

Cleverness becomes an invisible shackle, keeping them grounded in reality, daring not to crave everything truly, and thus giving them a boundary of satisfaction.

And among these, the most important point is clearly making them realize that their own 'uniqueness' can be satisfied.

The essence of all possessiveness lies in 'wanting to be a unique presence in the other's eyes'; even possessiveness over an object likewise sets you apart from those who once possessed it.

"For the object that craves possessiveness, compared to others, what is your uniqueness?"

Undoubtedly, the standard of possessiveness is also a form of anxiety.

This anxiety, although possibly on a different track from Xintiao Qian's anxiety of yesterday, is nevertheless the same system.

Aomo can also handle this without difficulty.

By strengthening a casual remark about hiking into a definite appointment, Chazuo no longer doubts, and instead her attention is shifted elsewhere.

"Hmm… I'll confirm the time and come ask, but the trainer's dreams… aren't they encrypted?"

"Because Miss Ling was watching last night, so encryption isn't needed."

Aomo gave a subtle shrug: "She alone can surpass most of the dream bodyguards on the market, and could even do some processing on my dream link."

Having said that, he then looked again at the mercenary station link he had previously received, sent by the agency staff— namely, those few monster controllers.

Like a questionnaire, it is a stack of forms requiring checkboxes and fill-ins, serving as the agency director's confirmation of employee evaluation.

"Mm..." In fact, Chazuo, who had been forced by Ling to take a contact method since yesterday, had tried to save it and add it as a friend on the chat software.

It was just like the scene when Aomo and Ludolf first added each other as friends; after a brief exchange, there was no follow-up, and although the other party took the initiative to speak after about half an hour, they soon said they had something to do and would talk again later.

After that, there was no further news.

One could only guess from the other's recent dynamic of loud laughter that they seemed to have run into some family matters.

The sister caused a joke or something……

Chazuo saw her laughing so happily in the dynamic, even with the picture showing a new poem and the wine bottle opened for that matter.

I began to feel that a friend like an older sister is truly good.

She wouldn't make fun of herself, nor would she use her own amusement as a side dish to write poetry.

"She would do that kind of thing? That shouldn't be."

But as a friend of that 'person', the trainer exhibited doubts stemming from cognitive differences.

Miss Nian and Miss Xi often had quarrels in their daily interactions, often ending up in an awkward situation, yet I never saw her mock those two; instead, she would wear a helpless expression and tidy up after them.

However, now that Miss Shu has returned, she shouldn't need to worry about her, but she wouldn't act so frivolous; if it doesn't involve alcohol, she is still quite steady.

"... Is that so?"

"Hmm, if it's not that her account was stolen, then it's probably some unprecedented situation; I'm really curious……but I'll wait until I finish filling out the form and finish writing the manuscript first."