Chapter 1195: with translation of chapter title

NO．99：Aomo's youth is already unknown.

Normally speaking, pulling a horse girl's tail also counts as a kind of sexual harassment.

Although the essence of a horse's tail is just that initial segment, the rest is long hair, and it itself does not carry nerves.

But that initial segment is indeed composed of locomotor muscles, and it connects the hair follicles to the caudal nerves.

So the result of rashly reaching out to a horse girl's tail is that one is very likely to face a startle reflex just like that of a real horse.

But obviously, Aomo Lindun is just cosplaying.

Although a few girls, while preparing costumes and props, out of some subtle professional pursuit, actually gave Aomo that level of realism that Bi Ze guessed, but that thing won't add an instinctive reaction for you.

In fact, many humans who use this tail for cosplaying horse girls still need to practice to make the tail sway freely; otherwise they can only wave it around aimlessly.

Aomo, who naturally has hardware support, skipped this process, but that doesn't help him escape the later trouble.

"A game that, once discovered and exposed, would bring a mess to Zhouri Ningjing's life—sounds not fun." Aomo turned back, gazing at this horse girl who, like Ludaofu, used some high-end prop to conceal her racial features.

"Er, you and her have come to this point of conflict?"

The latter, unable to laugh, gave an embarrassed reply and immediately let go of the hand.

Amidst the contemptuous gazes of the crowd.

This scene is somewhat strange: a horse girl disguised as a human woman, the Triple Crown winner, goes to pull the prop horse tail of a man disguised as a horse girl, and is then regarded by many horse girl enthusiasts as a sexual harasser and despised……

Although the calm reactions and conversation of both sides diluted this misunderstanding, some people still stared unhappily at that brown-haired beautiful woman.

If they were to know that the person annoying them is the Qianming representative, what would they think then?

The observer's mindset anticipates a variable, but his reason ultimately does not allow him to ignore reality.

This is just like concerning Zhouri Ningjing's living and working environment—Zhenjiling and Ludaofu Xiangzheng are quite in sync in that telepathic sense, and Aomo also cannot do something that would immediately surround Qianming heavily.

"Just to meet Chazuo's expectations," Aomo turned sideways, raised his hand to signal, then immediately stepped forward, catching a glimpse of the other's small leather shoe approaching from the side with the corner of his eye, and continued, "That kid probably didn't expect things to develop to this point, but it's also good that it really hasn't gone that far."

"Otherwise I'd really be afraid Zhouri Ningjing might suddenly lose it and blow up at me."

"That really is… the kid probably sees you as having not even a speck of reputation problem."

"It's not just her idea either; rather, I think this idea wasn't proposed by her."

Aomo rubbed his nose bridge; on this issue, compared to Qian, Suzi's face is clearer in his mind.

But this topic had better be skipped, Aomo thought, planning to settle accounts after reuniting; he still had more questions he wanted to ask, for example:

"How did you and Ludaofu both come over?"

"Just come if you want, the tickets here aren't hard to get." Qianming crossed her arms behind her head, striking a casual pose, her eyes gazing at those figures that often appear faintly in the field.

Seeing those figures often streaked with data-flow light effects, she sighed again: "It's been a long time since I've been to a place like this; I didn't expect it to already overlap with the internet."

"After all, horse girl Only exhibitions never lack sponsors." Aomo said lightly.

Like the player display mechanism between ghosts and early games, the data phantom that becomes noticeable as steps approach is indeed the visual aspect of online exhibitions.

When the offline exhibition opens, the deep immersive online exhibition also opens simultaneously, and both sides conduct such audio-visual mapping, facilitating cross-'border' discussions on goods supply and demand between the two.

However, such audio-visual mapping itself also challenges the exhibition's equipment and contingency scheduling, so not all exhibitions have the resources to achieve this.

For the Qianming representative, this exhibition model is obviously something she has heard of but never experienced, so she is genuinely looking around in awe, not just putting on a show.

But this still cannot dispel Aomo's doubt that the Qianming representative and Ludaofu Xiangzheng are in cahoots.

Even not just them, Karen's appearance was equally sudden.

Although selfie angels indeed go to certain places during holidays to check in, take photos, and post updates, fully displaying their footprints and cuteness, the places they choose are usually either scenic spots or trendy locations.

As for doujin exhibitions… you could say they're popular, but that kind of popularity doesn't really match Zhenjiling's cuteness.

Sure, there are cute merchandise, but taking other routes could be even more common, and might even mix in some works with more explicit content.

Over the years of the selfie angel's account updates, there has never been even a single Only exhibition related post—yet this time…

Aomo felt somewhat uneasy in his heart.

Although this action could be understood as a hint of wanting a sister or brother to accompany, it's still impossible that the emperor and Qianming came for this purpose.

"Could it be possible…"

"No, it shouldn't be…"

Shu Zi Lao Shi's word should be trustworthy, and that work had also undergone a preliminary review before printing; compared to the script, the meticulous teacher's artistry leaves a deeper impression.

That vivid feeling, as if the characters would come alive in the next second, can even be said to completely overshadow the script's spotlight.

As for that, Aomo doesn't think it's bad; after all, highlighting the key lines is enough—since in manga, pictures and text naturally complement each other—but one must admit that this reduces the recognizability of the text creator.

At this point, saying you've been seen through… a diehard Umastar fan like Zhenjiling alone is already impressive; how could one dare hope that the Qianming representative and Ludaofu Xiangzheng are?

Look at their respective active periods—who's whose fan? Only such a topsy-turvy situation is something Aomo dares not even imagine.

But…

Could it really just be a coincidence?

Is everyone's gathering just a coincidence?

"Huh? What are they playing over there? Want to go check it out!"

"..."

"Come on, let's go over there and take a look!"

"... don't pull..."

His usual natural dodge unexpectedly failed; with an unnatural expression, Aomo was grabbed by the wrist and pulled to the stage surrounded by a crowd.

Immediately his expression became even more unnatural.

Because he discovered that the stage had no band, no instruments, no spring daylight, but instead had numerous cables connected to a central mechanical platform.

He was extremely familiar with that mechanical platform.

So familiar that he had encountered it just a few months ago in the Blessing Gospel class!

It was a DJ mixing console equipped so completely that it even had some redundancy.

Yo ho——! Everyone still okay?!!

And the brown-haired, blue-highlighted horse girl, hunched over adjusting parameters at the mixing console, and the one beside her who was holding a microphone, striking it, and then immediately began shouting—clearly the Mejiro household's young lady, who just a few days ago had still been feeling depressed and lost—were all even more beyond his expectations.

Without a doubt.

That is the Great Expansion Sun God and the Mejiro believers.

They are the two hot girls that Aomo once thought would never appear here.

As the other party's microphone voice easily spread out, impacting and causing the sound-dampening barrier to continually tremble, Aomo had to admit that he had previously spoken too loudly.