Chapter 1197: with translation of chapter title

Title: No. 101: Who would know?

It's worth mentioning that, in such a doujin exhibition, although disguises on the magical level are not really allowed, the certified booth teachers can still enjoy the encryption service provided by the official side.

The main reason Miss Xi's striking looks, which exceed the appearance threshold of the boundary zone, didn't draw attention isn't her P-face or the fans' focus on horse ears and tails; rather, to onlookers her appearance seems dynamically censored.

That's why she can sit there leisurely playing on her phone.

Besides still wearing that original student outfit, she shows no signs of concealment from head to toe, as if she isn't afraid of acquaintances seeing her.

She indeed has nothing to fear.

Among the acquaintances who registered for the booth, only Aomo is present; Aomo obviously won't reveal her identity, or rather, Aomo herself is somewhat unable to protect herself, to the point that even looking at the row of digital teachers at the table makes it hard for her to empathize. She walks past a few physical colleagues and the obviously busy 'virtual colleagues' on the online exhibition side, then moves to the booth and sits in the empty seat beside her.

By the way, he picks up a pen and pokes her, asking, "Can you change back? Digital teacher?"

"Teacher…? Is it you…? You really are you! Teacher!"

From exhausted and bewildered to suddenly enlightened and then excited, Airei Digital almost instantly coalesced from a scattered group into a unified whole, making Aomo momentarily suspect that these JK girls might possess some special abilities.

"Yah! Teacher! I've been revived! And I have a once-in-a-lifetime request!"

"Boss, who is she? Is she the Steel Horse?"

"It could also be that comment killer; his hair totally copies Chazuo Sauce, really obsessive, kinda weird."

"How can this guy speak to the group members so mercilessly?"

"You're going too far, Insert-character-sama; this hairstyle really suits her, giving off a handsome horse girl vibe! Although the handsome horse girls we like all have breasts."

"Is this another guy using maintenance as an excuse to attack the group members?"

"You jerk! A handsome guy with breasts can't be considered a 'handsome guy' type horse girl!"

"You're the heretical one! Insert-character-sama! A handsome guy with breasts is obviously a long-standing moe attribute!!"

"Indeed, like the symbol of Sirius that Bai Ren and Qing Jing have represented for a while..."

"I absolutely don't accept it! This flat-chested handsome-guy-type girl is the true handsome-guy-type horse girl!"

"How did they start arguing again?"

"It's a good thing the booth has a self-service vending robot… Aomo glances subtly at the customers lining up over there; although she's paying attention to this side, she still appears normal while scanning codes to shop, somewhat speechless."

"\"Bullshit! Being flat-chested just makes you a prince type!! \" Suddenly, a familiar voice burst into the debate, prompting Aomo to give them a subtle glance."

"Does this person not even wait for Xiao Lu after using the toilet before running back on their own?"

"And instead of greeting Grandpa, they run over to point at themselves? Where the heck am I a prince type?! Is Grandpa's cross-dressing direction really just an impolite, cold-hearted weirdo?"

"Yeah, there's also the prince type! Why don't we put the flat-chested vote in?"

"Sure thing? Not bad for you, Bi-san!"

"Oh dear, I'm also standing on the shoulders of those who came before me."

"That alien fidgets like a stranger, making Aomo wonder whether this guy behaves the same way even in front of his robot girlfriend."

"Regardless, I don't want to join that pointless discussion, nor feel the need to introduce myself, because next time I come it probably won't be this version of Aomo; instead, I'll turn back in that fast-paced conversation and ask the digital teacher, who is likewise having their attention shifted by colleagues passing the baton."

"What did you just say?"

"Oh! Right!"

"After being reminded, Airei Digital snapped out of a dream, rose from her seat, took two steps back, and then respectfully bowed to Aomo, saying, 'Teacher! Please use this form to get close with Chazuo Sauce! This is my lifelong request, I beg you!'"

"\"Regarding your way of thinking, I have a meal replacement called Sunday Tranquility to recommend to you.' Aomo, who had just intercepted the big gift, had a subtle expression but could still understand the other's idea, after all, who isn't a horse girl cook?"

"But clearly, understanding does not equal acceptance."

"As idols, horse girls need to cater to fans, but there's no need to go that far with commercialization; trainers aren't part of the business side. Still, the idea is indeed good, and Aomo suddenly realized she rarely sees Sunday Tranquility and Chazuo Sauce alone together."

"If things go well, Sunday Tranquility in that setting could probably truly show some older-sister vibes."

"Aomo Lindon had a sudden inspiration, feeling it could definitely be put to use in the next doujin creation—although waiting for Chazuo and Suzi to actually gain popularity on the racetrack, accumulate fans, and then likely not need to lift a finger themselves, as secondary creations would come naturally."

"But given Sunday Tranquility's subtle fame within the circle, this supply probably really has to be made by ourselves."

"I don't know if making something warm-hearted could ease Miss Sunday's temper, though before that we need to get through the present..."

"Train… older sister, you've come..."

"… Although they had considered that after this disguise everyone's forms of address would change, when actually being called that by Chazuo, Aomo still felt a bit awkward."

"Especially at this moment, Suzi and Qi burst into silent laughter, one clutching their face and shaking their shoulders."

"On the contrary, Karen was somewhat annoyed, but held back from speaking due to Aomo's current disguise."

"Xiao Lu and Rudolf's subtle expressions were held in check, but the digital teacher beside them, covering their chest and leaning back, only made Aomo silently rub her forehead, then she pulled out her terminal and scanned the QR code in front of the counter."

"\"Give me one copy, then I'll go check out other booths,' he said coldly"

"Huh? Teacher, won't you help share the work?!"

"At this point she's back to normal; it's hard to say whether it's because the anticipated manpower ran out or because things aren't sticking right now."

"\"I can't conveniently help you man the booth; at most I'll occasionally come by to sit, like the meticulous brush teacher. \""

"\"It doesn't matter, boss; compared to the offline side, we're really short-staffed online!' From time to time they appear, and now they're constantly present, standing at the stage front shouting, these 'virtual colleagues,' with other patrons' silhouettes also captured in the projection"

"It's clear that the online exhibition indeed has a population density several times greater than here."

"Very hilarious."

"\"Well… well! Teacher,' Airei Digital said, moving with afterimage speed, pulling out an enthusiast-grade vintage camera from the drawer, 'Could you help me record this exhibition's booth? Especially the DJ scene over where the Sun God Teacher and company are'"

"\"I think such a recording will definitely be a wonderful keepsake! \"

"\"This... \"

"Having just run over from there, she might still run into Qianming who's still present; Aomo is somewhat hesitant to face that embarrassment and risk, but the eager sparkle in those blue eyes is so pure, so pure that it even makes her feel a bit ashamed of her own appearance."

"\"Let's see if it's convenient; if not, I should be able to ask someone else to help. \""

"\"I can come!' Bi Ze said, raising his hand. \""

"\"No need, just stay and man the booth.' Aomo said coldly. \""

"Ah?"

Hey, Bi Sang, let's continue our previous topic!

Bi, come sit together; this experience of sitting in front of the exhibition booth as a creator is really special! Even visitors will call you teacher!

At first glance, the two club staff seem like old friends reunited, their warm, friendly eyes flashing with a ghostly light, quietly awaiting new labor.

As for this, Bi Ze—

—indeed failed to exhibit such insight.

Good, good, then I'll sit for a while; isn't there still a seat next to the Gongbi teacher?

Oh, it turns out there's a p-face person here who can order him to play Arknights...

Aomo has quite an impression of such a scene, recalling that this has happened a few times before; this guy shouts that someone is a character he played in a mobile game, then hurries over eagerly to greet them, trying to gain favor.

Such behavior is usually just a three-minute enthusiasm.

After all, the affection of a suddenly approached character isn't that easy to raise, and aliens aren't that fervent either; soon he'll realize reality from his logical perspective.

But in this reality where the essence lacks labor, after the three minutes of this three-minute enthusiasm, it's uncertain whether he can run.

Aomo hoped this person had some spine, but at this moment, Miss Xi, who should have put on a cold face and asked "Who the hell are you screwing?", instead turned her head and let out a nasty laugh.

Hey~ alright, then you can sit for a while.

Looks like it's over, Aomo thought.

Given the Gongbi teacher's seniority in residing in this world, Bi Ze's 'transmigrator enthusiasm' is certainly not unfamiliar; in fact, at Rhodes Island Company's interviews, those even more enthusiastic than Bi Ze are a dime a dozen.

As for Mr. Bi's degree, he's probably the easiest Pal to get along with.

As his brother, Aomo Lindun knows exactly what he should do.

Looks like that's it, then enjoy your stay; let's go take a look around first.

That's naturally respect! Understanding! Blessing!