Chapter 1251: NO.155: Even if you dare to speak explosively, it's not your turn

NO. 155: Even if you dare to speak explosively, it's not your turn.

I did as you said, and then a guy with a cicada head came to talk to me, going on about how harsh the world is, how hard life is, and when I thought I had mistaken the person, this guy was just some random stranger.

He invited you, Lucazas. Aomo crossed his fingers,

Yeah, super weird, they didn't even test my abilities, and speaking of which, do they have the ability to check that I work under you?

Indeed, and it's easy, after all I'm the one who officially registered you," Aomo said, nodding at Chazuo who brought him coffee, then continued as if no one else was there, "But they can also find out you have a rebellious streak, so you can freely show it in front of them.

Show that bit of wildness, as well as your opinion of me.

I think you've been under a lot of pressure lately.

Your opinion… uh… uh, I, I, what opinion could I have?" The voice on the other end sounded a bit tense, and for a moment it didn't even sound like them.

When this person restrains their tone, they become like a yin-yang person attacking a child's balloon.

I think it's fine; you've treated us to meals and drinks.

Although that was brought by Xiaolu, right?

Aomo, who was about to lean back on the sofa, glanced at the coffee placed in front of the table, and had to carefully put down his legs while loosening his fingers to reach for the cup noodles.

Expressing loyalty now is meaningless, Mr. Gui She; a workplace tip: kind words are better said behind the boss's back than to their face.

What? Why? Can you even hear that?!

Usually you can hear it; if you can't, you must find a way to make them hear it—this is also a workplace tip. By the way, have they assigned you any work?

Who gets assigned work as soon as they join an organization?! Even the manga I read doesn't show that!

Wrong; new interns can boss people around however they want—this is also a workplace tip, simultaneously from the perspectives of management and interns...

Taking a light sip of coffee, Aomo looked again at the distorted face on the screen—Gui She probably hadn't turned on the monitoring function, nor noticed where the phone camera was, so the face shown on the screen looked like that; another person might even spit out their coffee.

So you're sure you haven't been assigned work?" The well-mannered demon neither smiled nor warned the other party, silently took a screenshot, and said, "Think about it carefully; perhaps some work assignments aren't formal enough, and you've overlooked them unintentionally.

... Right! They asked what Sai Luo and you have been up to lately, so I wondered if I'm easily exposed!

Not surprising at all—so how did you answer?

I… just replied as usual—Sai Luo is always wandering around Teleisén, and you're always working over there on Luodedao.

Rhodes Island," regarding the commission post, Aomo had to correct the other's casual pronunciation, "As an office employee, even if you didn't take the commission yourself, you still need to review it—didn't the exam mention that?

... So I'm D-rank!

..." That remark really hit home; even Aomo was silenced for a moment by the righteous vigor of saying 'I am a barbarian too.' You say that guy who started off arrogant and domineering now calls himself D-rank—what else could you say?

You can only change the subject.

Is Sai Luo always wandering around Teleisén?" Aomo, after setting down his coffee, leaned back on the sofa and said.

He's been so busy these days he hasn't had time to pay attention to others at school; hearing that earlier was quite unexpected.

Yeah, I originally wanted to find him for a drink and talk about those past conflicts, but he kept saying he had no time, and even asking Xiaolu didn't clarify anything—really mysterious.

Sounds like he's dodging a boomerang." He raised his hand to rub his nose bridge, thinking that this person had once firmly declared they'd never take on disciples, as if Zeta had imposed some unbearable burden on them.

Speaking of which, Ultraman Zeta has long finished their personal storyline and can stand alone; sure, they need to bind a superhuman pilot, but that in itself is skill.

Aomo often feels that Sai Luo's demeanor is overly affected, quite fussy.

But at most it's just a bit of yin-yang, far from needing direct insults.

Wait until he defeats the illness someday, or we can talk about it the other way around.

——That's what he thought back then; now hearing it, perhaps there's been some progress.

But Gui She knows nothing of this.

What?" The term "boomerang" to him was just a primitive weapon.

Nothing much, but what about that alien—cicada person or Baltan? How did they react to your answer?

What reaction could I see from his face?!" Gui She widened his eyes, making his already camera-distorted face even more hateful, "Cicada head!

He raised his hand to trace an outline by his head: 'Besides the tone change, I feel nothing! You're still asking me what reaction?!'

... Okay, okay," Aomo also raised his hand in a stop gesture, "I understand what you mean.

Although I don't know if it's Baltan or cicada people, it's clear now that Gui She lacks the talent to wear a costume.

If so, then just standby for now; everything's pending until your other new colleague contacts you.

New colleague? What new colleague?" Gui She suddenly became alert, then excited, "Is Apeng coming over?

Not yet, given the time flow between the two sides, I think he's still in school; I wonder whether he'll bring Miss Nan or another girl with dark green hair.

Huh? Oh, you mean the woman called Jinshi?" Gui She reacted just as quickly, after all Mazhongpeng might be the only 'junior' who talks to him about the unfamiliar and confusing topic of student life.

Although it's hard to understand, the few concrete names that appear leave an impression after hearing them a few times.

Yes, but please stop here.

At least he's still in the activity room; it's really inconvenient to mention these things in front of these girls, so Aomo merely glanced at Suzi comparing solution colors at the opposite test bench, then turned back and said: 'The new colleague is a female transmigrator from another world like you, recommended by Xi for hiring; worth emphasizing is that she has also infiltrated that organization and will likely surpass you in rank.'

Huh?

Simply put, she might appear as your superior, but you don't need to worry—just carry on normally and you'll be able to help her.

Wait a second, what do you mean by 'normal activity'?!" Gui She, realizing this couldn't be taken lightly, also became more serious.

And as we said before, when he gets serious, his voice easily gives Aomo the wrong impression.

... Follow the persona of disliking what you see in Sai Luo and disliking what you see in me; if the other side wants you to conduct further investigation, you go and check, report what you find, no need to cautiously weigh what to say and what not to say...

Aomo said that, then lifted his coffee and took a sip.

But whatever you say, you must remember to report it back; even if you only understand the tone, you must remember to report the tone.

Sounds like a hassle.

Mercenary work is always like that—expectations of 'where to go, who to fight' are simple, yet often a luxury.

The Section Chief was explaining basic industry knowledge to the staff.

For the same work, others are more willing to entrust a security company, unless it's neither legal nor agreeable.

So why not let Shi Jia come? Even if Chen talks too little, He can also satisfy your request!

"It's been said, you are the most suitable." Aomo sighed; even now, he still needs to give employees ideological work, which somewhat annoys him.

But he also knows that every member of the team can undertake missions alone; even He, who used to go with the flow and echo others, now has his own ideas—except Gui She.

His tolerance worries people, and this at the same time caused him to become the office's sole D-level employee.

"What Lukas needs most is not etiquette, nor obedience, but hostility and disgust."

"It won't be long, if my information is correct," the demon said, "It won't be long; they will truly make you prove your hatred for Ultraman, and just as I said before, you know what to do."

"Uh... really? What if they make me kill?"

"At least this much can be reassured; they don't have the guts."

Aomo shook his head.

"There was none from the very beginning."