Chapter 1160: NO．64：Flexible Calm Baseline

NO．64：Flexible Calm Baseline

In handling this situation, everyone's tacit understanding was indeed so good that it surprised each of them.

Without any prior communication, everyone seized the moment only a few seconds after the result appeared that was enough to astonish countless viewers.

The Empress stirred up students' fear of the student council, the secretary awakened the school's authority, and the discipline committee members further pressed their advantage on this basis; meanwhile——

Before those people reacted and turned their gaze to the two horse girls before the finish line, the black mist vortex expanded, originating from the second activation of a certain demon's portal.

Yes, it was the second time.

The first activation unfolded in front of the gas tank.

But then, without any planning, he simply made a 'please' gesture, and saw the steady and confident Empress nod slightly and step inside.

Meanwhile, he hurriedly opened a second portal.

Leading to one side of the finish line.

The deliberately performed on-site demonization was both to more precisely control the portal's opening position and to dull the sensation at the fingertips.

This is a very subtle detail that cannot be avoided.

Zero-distance contact with the character one supports is naturally exciting.

And when those two characters had engaged in intense exercise in the rain, with water and sweat mixing together and their bodies steaming with vapor…… this became even more of a test for the heart.

It's hard not to say that Aomo, who considered this point, is somewhat nervous.

But the most nervous aspect is evidently his choice to resolve this by using demonization.

The rough skin covered in scales feels unreal every time it grasps something.

This easily overlooked detail of daily life is, for him, one of the materials of quick wit, and it also causes the emperor, whose actions are nearly synchronized with his, to look puzzled at Aomo, who has suddenly turned into a demon's appearance.

Moreover, Gechengwangpai stared blankly as Aomo silently summoned black mist, and then the two moved in sync, reaching toward the black mist like a katana-wielding swordsman.

Indeed they were synchronized; although Ludaofu Xiangzheng was doubtful, it did not hinder the continuation of his hand's motion.

And when she pulled out the Qianming representative from inside, while Aomo on the other side pulled out Narita Hakujin, she only then realized the other's special care.

"Oh, it's Luodu."

"Huh?"

"..."

"?"

Compared to the carefree Qianming in his arms greeting him, Ludaofu Xiangzheng did not immediately reply, but gazed at the silently slumped Hakujin in the demon's arm crook.

The question marks were not only hanging in the demon's heart, but also in the hearts of the two observers beside him.

However, Ludaofu Xiangzheng, while still bearing question marks, also suddenly realized and immediately looked at the demon with admiration.

"So that's your plan, Aomo."

She indeed admired.

Being able to let one's own thoughts arise in the heart, even if not broad enough, is also a form of instruction.

But doing so, the demon inevitably faces another round of question marks.

"?"

Some demons have no expression because they cannot make one.

His gaze has been trying to convey doubt, but unfortunately, to discern emotion in eyes wreathed in flames is largely a skill that requires specialized mastery.

This is like being able to see emotional fluctuations on Ultraman's face; it is a realm of sensibility.

This realm requires talent; that talent is ineffable, but if one must specify, it is largely the bearers of the red talent in the Three Goddess Skill System.

Such people have delicate and sensitive minds; once they understand how to use this talent, they can in turn shake others' hearts.

Undeniably, Ludaofu Xiangzheng, called the Emperor of the racetrack, indeed possesses this counter-impression talent.

However, the realm of perception is extremely susceptible to subjective emotions.

When you harbor an answer in your heart, no matter what uncertainty you face, you seem to walk along the road where that answer lies.

Thus, it naturally runs contrary to reality.

"What did you just say?" the recovered youthful trainer Linton frowned and turned his head.

Meanwhile, beside him, the unconscious Narita Hakujin lay on that sofa, with a floating Witch Beast peering in observation,

while Gechengwangpai used the Witch Beast's floating broom in midair as a railing to lean on, likewise observing Narita Hakujin's eyes, which flickered with a genuine light.

A very Showa-era Ultraman Eye special effect.

Although overly abrupt and conspicuous, its utility is maxed out, allowing both building penetration and injury assessment.

If one were to fulfill the absurd imagination that arose before the gas tank and transform into an Ultraman Ace, the effect would be even stronger, many times over.

"I didn't get hurt either..." but evidently, from that muttering, we can determine that Brother Gecheng doesn't need to do that.

"He wasn't injured in the first place," Ludaofu Xiangzheng said irritably, "Hakujin is merely——"

"It's just that after losing to me, her mood wasn't stable, she ran to the extreme, her heartbeat hadn't settled, and then she saw Aomo's big demonized face——" cutting off Ludaofu's remark, the Qianming representative naturally launched into a long string of words, successfully drawing everyone's gaze.

Moreover, cleverly, it made Ludaofu Xiangzheng feel that the final conclusion was unproblematic, while also making Aomo feel that his frightening demonized face was merely the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Thinking about the appearance of souls being impossible, the youth silently touched his own face, then pushed aside the Witch Beast's finger that also wanted to poke his face.

Digital Beast is exactly this trouble.

In the Digital World, the life outlook achieved is somewhat lacking, and the worldview obtained through human internet surfing can be even more extreme; among these, the Witch Beast beside Aomo is already considered quite a normal individual.

Although lacking the restraint in human male-female interaction, one might consider that she is not human to begin with.

Setting that aside, Aomo did not find anything doubtful in Qianming's words; he merely glanced at her stance and then greeted Gechengwangpai.

"Miss Gecheng, check if her foot has any problem."

He pointed to the Qianming who had broken free from Ludaofu Xiangzheng's embrace, focusing on the silky crimson in her footprints, and even as he spoke he had already raised his hand to operate the terminal light screen.

"Huh? Hmm?! Qianming, why didn't you say anything! Those aren't water in your shoes, are they!"

Uh, if we have a medicine box, we can easily handle it...

First, take off your shoes—can you do that?

Hello? Is this the infirmary? Yes, this is the Student Council. Qianming needs to have her foot looked at. Yes, it's her. If you're available, I can help you come right over...

Eh eh eh, Aomo, don't! Don't call my colleagues over, that's so embarrassing!

This isn't something you can just brush off as embarrassment! Qianming, I'll carry you to the infirmary!

No need for that, really no need, I'm used to it...

"There should be a medicine box in the Student Council..." Lu Daofu muttered as he searched the cabinet in the corner of the reception room.

Everyone be quiet, I've brought the doctor straight over.

Good, good, fast!

Really chaotic... The Witch Beast watched these few people arguing and lacking consensus, shaking its head.

He felt that their previous rapport was really just a coincidence.