Chapter 1196: NO. 100: Who Would Know When One Gets Turned Into a Card?

NO. 100: Who would know when one gets turned into a card?

Don't be afraid, it just needs a bit of technical adjustment...

While the two on stage hadn't noticed themselves yet, and while Qianming to the side was eagerly looking at the host on stage, someone quietly slipped out of the crowd.

To blend into the crowd silently and to withdraw from it naturally—this, for a demon who has pursued the path of the Observer since childhood, is also a skill worthy of being listed among one's specialties.

After all, to be honest, he's still quite conspicuous.

For the Bode people who grew up in this Eastern cultural sphere of the Junction Gate District, if not deliberately interfered with, they truly become a topic among those around them from childhood to adulthood.

First, conceal one's aura; second, dull one's demeanor; finally, reduce one's presence—then adding a disguise makes the effect exquisitely flawless, to the point of being called a fundamentalist ninja without issue.

That said, setting aside one's cultivation, having a grasp of the real-world environment is also a point of knowledge.

Just like now, he's still seizing the chance to flee while holding Qianming's gaze on the stage; otherwise, given that person's similarly somewhat professional competence, he'd have to roll a resistance die.

Although a resistance die is no longer needed right now, that doesn't truly mean escaping alive.

In such a huge venue, it's hard to say whether there are new hidden talents left, given how quickly Aomo Lindun has been slapped in the face.

He is currently in a stage where he doubts his own condition is not good.

Although people say mistakes don't come in threes, for him, one mistake, one misjudgment, is already enough to make him realize his own rashness in mindset.

It's rashness, no mistake.

Making a judgment with unclear information is an oversight; clearly coming to this doujin exhibition yet not having surveyed all possible information is also an oversight; not to mention Miss Mebai Shanxin, but Teacher Datuo is indeed a frequent updater of trends.

He now opens the other's account page and sees that the latest update was half an hour ago, arriving at the expo.

Scrolling further, one can still see the joyful announcement from two days ago, saying that this year's Horse Girls Only event has invited him to do the DJ warm‑up, and so on…

Isn't gathering this information incredibly difficult?!

But not seeing is not seeing; Aomo must admit he underestimated this trip, and also 'repent' for not paying enough attention to Teacher Datuo's recent dynamics—perhaps that's the price of neglecting a friend.

A glance back at the pair of ears protruding from the crowd, the white ear covering adorned with multicolored earrings, is undoubtedly proof that Teacher Datuo's Sun God has lifted his head.

Moreover, the signature shout 'WE————I!' comes from the speakers ahead and above.

Sounding fine, it prompts Aomo to turn back, maintaining vigilance against a possible ambush while walking, and he sends Qianming's account a preemptive leave notice via chat.

As for the reason… surely just an emergency?

Isn't that fine? Seeing the growing unread messages, the constantly bouncing purple 'honor' avatar, Aomo can't help but feel that someone is indeed in a hurry.

Looking, one might think something happened and they came seeking help, but actually opening it reveals only a series of shaky photos and a string of Jidong text shares.

【Star Teacher! The teams here are all full! Look, look, look, look! And my recommendation, look at my recommendation! 【Picture】【Picture】】

【Waa waa waa! Teacher teacher! I received the commemorative illustration from Teacher Tuopo! Let's look, look, look 【oversized picture】】

【【Picture】, 【Picture】 Angel! I saw an angel! It's just too, too, too cute, waa waa waa waa, I didn't expect, to

【A selfie angel actually descended onto my booth—was it the teacher shouting?! FOOO! Gratitude overflowing! Ka Lian Jiang's brand‑new cute everyday outfit! Being alive is truly wonderful!】

【【Picture】 Waa waa waa! Hey, this person… this person couldn't be, teacher, are they telling the truth?】

【This woman actually is that person?! I'm so panicked, she seems, seems to want to buy a…… big crisis, ah teacher!】

【Sorry, sorry, teacher, the digital charcoal has calmed down!】

【After thinking it over, this creation also has no problem, no overly intense scenes!】

【Okay okay okay, then I'll go receive her!!】

——

Four minutes later, at C132, before the table bearing the digital quick‑print ID badge, there is a lump of pink slime that looks like it might be dragged to the office opposite as a band substitute.

"How is she?" asked the black‑haired 'Horse Girl' at the side.

"I don't know, just after receiving a woman with three‑colored hair she ended up like that." The black‑haired female employee sitting in the chair, tapping the screen, answered without lifting her head.

The screen still blares a rather high‑pitched shout, the sound somewhat like the training‑staff raising game that Bourbon is playing.

The employee just kept her head down, tapping away, then belatedly thought to greet with:

"Scan the code for booth info; choose regular or deluxe edition as you see fit; if you want freebies, they're in the bag on the far left; don't look for me if there's nothing else."

Even while saying these, she still didn't lift her head.

Seated there, she puts on a solemn p‑face, the cyan‑green horns on her forehead aimed at you, as if urging you to play Arknights.

"What kind of service attitude is this? Miss Xi."

"?" The employee, whose true name was suddenly called, jerked her head up, stared quizzically at the black‑haired 'Horse Girl' before her, then evidently recalled something, her whole expression turning strange, "What should I call you?"

Everyone's mixed in this circle, and it's clear that the name 'Aomo Lindun' is troublesome at this stage; therefore she hopes the other will give a decent online handle, but instead hears:

"Just call me a mercenary, anyway that's what we use in the group."

That's too perfunctory—even worse than the Yuehuanshe… Xi wanted to complain, but couldn't be bothered to help him think of a CN, so this troublesome painter‑wife chose to skip the topic: "Fine, but don't call me my real name here."

"Please rest assured, there's a barrier," Aomo said softly while poking the ripples in midair, "although it's not very sturdy, deliberately maintaining it still has some significance."

"You'd be better off just using a nickname," the dismissive Gong Bi Ru Hua Lao Shi merely sized up the current Aomo, "I really didn't expect you to dress like this……"

"Even without makeup you have this effect—you might actually have a talent for it."

Unexpectedly, Miss Xi didn't follow Bi Ze's path at all, but went straight into commenting on the cross‑dressing topic, instead taking another route that's hard to tell whether it's praise or sarcasm.

"I think it's just the result of good skin quality; it's nothing remarkable, not worth mentioning." Aomo sighed.

"Furthermore, speaking seriously, if one observed more closely, one would notice that my shoulder‑width ratio is not feminine."

"Being tall can hide many problems; shoulder width could also serve as that whatever source stone, no, the explanation from source‑energy cultivation," Miss Xi seemed quite serious about this topic, "but mainly, your hairstyle really suits your face—is it based on the Mancheng Chazuo hairstyle?"

"In fact, even the clothing style has some connection."

"Are you planning to make the decisive outfit according to this?"

"That's quite insightful."

"We in this line of work have certainly seen plenty of clothing designs."

"I thought it was your experience cosplaying elderly men in your artwork."

Xi stared blankly: '…Even your older sister told you this?!'

? No, it's from seeing a discussion post on the forum, Aomo was somewhat doubtful that the sisters' understanding seemed off, "Ling usually behaves very casually, but she wouldn't go so far as to use your matters as gossip for outsiders, would she?"

In East Flame, which is also their Great Flame territory, there should be a saying: family disgrace should not be aired outside—although it's not exactly scandalous, but treating family privacy as neighborhood chatter is somewhat improper.

I never expected that my words would instead cause doubt to appear in the other's eyes, as if it were my words that were problematic.

Where should I even begin with this?

Forget it, she waved her hand in a weary manner before I could even ask, "I can't be bothered with you guys—go talk to the President, don't interfere with my main plot."

How does this game even have a main storyline? Is it a trainer's three-year career?

Aomo was astonished in his heart, yet he still let out an 'oh,' then immediately walked past a few customers scanning codes nearby, only to hear the other party suddenly call out: 'Right, mercenary!'

That shout, in the absence of a soundproof barrier, even caused the nearby customers to instinctively turn their heads, likely out of curiosity as to who in the circle was using such a strange nickname.

Moreover, the conversation that followed became even stranger.

'How?' the one bearing the strange nickname 'Sailiangmaniang' turned back.

'When did you install this here?' the booth teacher with a mosaic on his face pointed at the tablet in his hand.

'? I don't know.'