Chapter 1238: then translation of title line (which is line [1] but we need to translate the title itself

NO. 142: Molisen is just embarrassing.

The heavy rumble, weakened by layer upon layer of formations, still trembled the air, stirring up a slight breeze.

Roaring flames shattered the blood‑red expanse, then provoked a cheer—this is the type of fireworks children love most.

At this moment, if the usual 'authority-abusing' teachers fall into decline, they will be all the more pleased; and if mixed in are a few startled cries and screams from uncles and aunts, your reputation can rise even further.

"Although I still hope to avoid fighting if I can, seeing the firepower of Peidanxing overwhelming the vampires' strength, Aomo let out a subtle sigh, 'But since it's come to this, we might as well look forward to Bobang gaining a bunch of fans later.'"

"Don't look at Bobang anymore; Qiena's side is over, huh—give a sharp critique?"

Pointing to the not‑far‑away red‑haired werewolf that, after transformation, has extremely high werewolf‑ification and lasciviousness, its bad influence on certain little boys immeasurable, Miss Qian, who refused the gesturing invitation, naturally has a carefree ease of escaping the teacher's roll call.

"I used to think Miss Sera was enough of an oddball, but I have to say, the physical potential of the Terra people really surprises me," looking at Qielinenina shaking hands with the werewolf, though her coat is covered in dust and her pants have many tears and scratches, it's not serious enough for Aomo to intervene, so he gave an honest assessment: "If Qiena makes a few more improvements, perhaps she could reach fifty percent wolfification like Aunt Xilin."

"Huh? That werewolf monster auntie held back that much?"

"…" This nickname made Aomo fall silent for a moment, then he feigned ignorance, saying, "Her true form is a massive crimson wolf, a level that requires Zhaluo and Laplande to fight side by side just to barely reach, so these past two days I've been considering writing a monster‑related piece for Qiena."

"Gas wolf?" Speaking of monsters, the first thing that comes to Miss Qian's mind is the Ulfgas that the space people over Gaiyal have remodeled.

"Although it could also be drawn out, I think it's more about approaching the posture of their ancestors."

By now Aomo knows that the Terra people's earliest ancestors were not human‑shaped, and he sees every member of Rhodes Island as potential material for large beasts.

Especially those so‑called divine folk—they should all have the potential to draw forth corresponding phantom beasts or divine beasts.

Let's see—Aomo feels that if it really doesn't work out, seeking a monster with a higher compatibility isn't a bad idea—Qiena has indeed been eager to improve herself lately, and his making cards for Hoerhaiya also has the consideration of paving the way for Qiena.

But frankly, Qiena, who is not of the divine folk, has limited gains from a bloodline return to ancestry; like Hoerhaiya, who focuses on source‑energy cultivation here, she actually has a chance to reach the level rumored for Miss Sera on the forum.

Although we don't know if the rumor is true, reaching that level already counts as extraordinarily strong, comparable to the human‑shaped Dagon (Hei'an giant).

But frankly, where does her sudden urge to improve come from? Aomo still has no clue.

He had previously raised the doubt in casual conversation, but the other party merely hemmed and hawed, as if hard to bring up, and after thinking it over he felt the biggest possibility was that Miss Qian, Chazuo, Suzi, and Bobang all had contact with that monster power.

Everyone's combat power has surged to the point of being able to smash, loot, and raid cities, while I can only manage the level of cutting three streets—indeed I'm falling behind the team—this, though no one pays attention to it, yet the person involved will feel a loneliness that rises unbidden; although I'm somewhat a Jidong person, it's not impossible.

You're almost thirty, and it's not really easy to compete with a bunch of teenagers, right?

In Aomo's eyes this is the biggest possibility, after all asking Leimule and Miss Kong yields no clarity, and Miss Qian is even more baffled, so this reason is neither work‑related nor everyday.

What else could it be?

Surely it's not because he can't hold up in bed and thus started lifting weights and sword practice like crazy, right?!

Such a possibility flickered in Aomo's mind once and was tossed into the trash—after all, if it were really like that it'd be too much of a clown, and we must assume Texas is aloof, not like Miss Qian who, once she lets loose, becomes a lustful little slut with terrible taste.

Well, the latter learned a bunch of flashy moves, nearly shaving off Aomo's hide, and was judged a pure monkey‑show performer.

He loses especially fast; checking ACT, his output is less than half of Texas's blood plus 40.

After the latter copied the monkey act, Miss Qian's DPS share became even more moving.

Thus, if one truly wants to buck up for the shy‑shy, it should be this Miss Qian who's been full of shy‑shy thoughts the past few days, nearly having her phone confiscated for flipping through Aomo's photos during class.

But looking at her thigh flesh that seems to be trying to match the close female friend of Dukuantai, Aomo tentatively assumes she's preparing for a comfortable lap pillow.

This has a silver lining: he quite likes the fleshy feel of a voluptuous figure, and he finds both He and Hoerhaiya pleasing to the eye.

The bad news is that's the limit.

Especially the latter, it's already the perfect middle proportion in his mind; any more voluptuousness would be impolite.

And once Miss Qian reaches that level of impoliteness, he'll drag her into the basic training routine of Uma Musume.

This is the experience of having a trainer boyfriend. jpg

And having no awareness of the future whatsoever, he still hopes that when he rarely goes out far, he must eat well (referring to a well‑rated restaurant) and soak well (referring to hot springs); facing the invitation from the true elders of Little Snake to practice hands, Miss Qian keeps shaking her head, still uttering a drawn-out 'Eh——', then turns her head to look far off where Grandma Hannah, still not having taken off her nun's habit, is surrounded by a bunch of little demons, and asks him:

"Speaking of Little Snake, what do you think of the nun's outfit?"

"Grandma's outfit is made by soaking in holy water for seven days, sung over by the choir for seven days, then blessed by the archangel; its resistance to negative energy is extremely strong—just approaching it is a punishment for demons."

"Ah? That scary? Is she fine wearing it?" Although that wasn't the question, Miss Qian, startled by the answer, turned to look at him, then at the kids beside her with horns on their heads and tails behind them, asking, "Why aren't those kids rolling on the ground?"

"Grandma's power suppresses the effect; it's ultimately just mass‑produced goods of a T2 team, precious back then, but nowadays it can be bought straight from the Blessing Gospel class's online store, only running out on sale days."

"... That's still rather subtle," Miss Qian said, then realized, "Actually, I actually wanted to ask…"

She glanced left and right, then leaned in and whispered softly, "It's in the realm of erotic interests."

"?" Aomo straightened up with a solemn respect and leaned back slightly.

"This is a nursery, a place where a bunch of kids study and live—you restrain yourself a bit?"

"Get lost," Miss Qian snapped, giving him a pinky punch, "I'm just asking whether you like it or not."

"Well… let's look at the style," Aomo answered seriously.

"Not everyone involved with demons seeks to defile the sacred; it mainly comes down to whether it's sexy, and Grandma's traditional set is neither bad nor good."

"I thought you liked it," Miss Qian mused, looking back, "I always felt her gaze toward you wasn't quite wholesome."

"Ancient demons, due to their simple early environment and physiological structure, always show a gaze lacking discernment when expressing desire—hunger, lust, even killing intent often overlap, so whatever you have in mind is easily seen in their eyes."

"I'll give you another punch!" As she spoke she already threw it out, Miss Qian rubbed her hands, then had Aomo rub his hands, and she turned back unhappy, "Why are you saying she's nothing but smut in her head? She's actually worried about you!"

"Then it looks like I'm the smut." He lightly patted her hand, Aomo also turned back to look at the nun; when she turned her head to meet his gaze, he waved.

The latter's gentle smile when facing children remained, and even her dark‑gold goat eyes narrowed slightly as she waved back.

Aomo's ears could still catch her words introducing herself and Miss Qian and the others to those children.

"Only this you can rest assured about—Grandma's desire for what I seek is twisted and extreme, but it's certainly not something ordinary like lust."

"After all that introduction, how could I possibly feel at ease?!"

"You can absolutely rest assured, because I'll flat‑out refuse, and that's exactly what satisfies her."

"What kind of people are these…" Miss Qian was somewhat speechless.

"... I actually think Uncle Molisen is a good parent."

"That's precisely the charm of comparison."