Chapter 1288: and translation of chapter title

NO．192：Bi Ze team member, he ultimately is an alien.

As everyone knows, the essence of life lies in movement, in change, in countless physical and chemical reactions.

And the trainer's job is precisely to find a relatively satisfactory research path amidst those chaotic reactions, and moreover to make that self‑transcending life follow that path.

In most cases, this is not an easy task.

Even if the horse girl you are in charge of equally understands the essence of the experiment and is equally immersed in the sea of experiments, there still exists an obvious difference between experiment and experiment.

What should be used to make up for that difference?

"Let me think…… love?"

"Is this the truth you deduced from the mobile game? Bi classmate, or is it that Miss Zhuo has ultimately corrupted your mind."

"Why did it become a declarative sentence?! And did I say something wrong?! Isn't love the answer to everything?!"

"There must be someone living in a fairy‑tale world between us."

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Aomo sighed and tapped the transparent PVC board in front of his forehead.

"The truth is a transaction, it is interest, it is material exchange, it is using an individual's loss to compensate the other party, dispelling a girl's tendency toward possessiveness."

"Oh~ possessiveness~"

"Pause the advance of understanding, let thought return to rationality, how about that?"

"I haven't said anything yet."

"It's all written on your face."

Aomo, who had lifted his coffee and taken a sip, furrowed his brow and set the cup on the table.

"Not having Chazuo's skill is really sorry, just make do and drink." Even Bi Ze has the knack of reading expressions; rather, he once felt that any expression his brother made was deliberately meant for him to notice.

After all, this person usually keeps too much to himself.

Actually, it's nowhere near that point.

Aomo always relaxes a lot when facing friends and family, far from the point of constantly managing his expressions; however, the side effect of this deep‑scheming persona is hard to reverse—there's a kind of sorrow where you speak frankly and the other person still won't believe you, a state where they understand you but not deeply, and only time can give an answer.

"Coffee is a small matter," Aomo said, lifting his head covered by a cosplay helmet to look around, "why not consider expanding the space a bit?"

Originally a place for one person living alone, it's obviously a bit cramped for two to live in.

"My office has also been expanded recently," he gave as an example.

One of the problems shown by the office that has started to get on track is that the living room is not conducive to queuing and waiting, so Aomo had to contact the renovation team originally responsible for the soundproofing installation again.

"No need," Bi Ze said, walking over with an iron box resembling a mooncake box, setting it down, sitting heavily, head tilted back with an exhausted look, "being a bit narrower is actually better for sticking together, you don't get it?"

Unexpectedly, Aomo fell silent from that angle, wanting to speak but stopping, then nodded slightly: "……Understanding."

"It's a shame you still have two girlfriends," Bi Ze said, lowering his head to glance at him while prying open the iron box's lid, "any signs of a third?"

"No," Aomo answered bluntly, "do you really have to steer the conversation toward this topic?"

Then, watching the opposite person fumble at the box's edge, struggling to pry it off, he was especially speechless.

"……Give it to me, I'll do it."

"Fine!" Bi Ze gave up very quickly, but once he did, his mouth started moving: "You say I should find topics to talk about with my brother who is constantly surrounded by beautiful girls, living like a harem male lead—what else can I talk about besides women?"

"Work?"

The alien crossed his arms smugly, as if he had found a pleasant advantage.

"Do you want to hear it, or do you want to say it?"

"Never mind."

Aomo has no habit of taking out the trash; a lotus born in mud is always praiseworthy, but the mud's composition is not worth scrutinizing—having found a suitable leverage point, he simply pried open the iron box, eliciting Bi Ze's repeated clicks of amazement.

"I've scratched for so long and still found nothing—is this also the power of monster cards?"

"This is just a life skill; with a bit more effort you can train it."

Although the non‑transparent outer helmet shows nothing, that flat tone always reveals Aomo's silence.

"Don't train, don't train!" This person's resistance to exercise reminded Aomo of several deceased friends, "a few days ago in the gym I almost threw out my back."

"That shows you need a mentor, like me."

"You free?" Bi Ze looked at him in surprise, laying out the horse girl cards from the iron box one by one, "By the way, I actually wanted to ask at the start—how do you have free time to come hang out with me?"

"There will always be some; time is like a sponge, and lately I've gained a deeper understanding of that." Watching him lay out the cards, Aomo's saying this seemed to touch him deeply.

"Monday I take Chazuo and the suddenly appearing Ling to go hiking, Tuesday I do GBN three‑star with Bourbon and Bai Ren, Wednesday I invite Blanczecks to eat, Thursday I check the clues one by one with Huo Erhai Ya, Friday I get drugged by Suzi, the regular training work and the part‑time job at Rhodes Island need not be mentioned, plus the cooperative business pulled by the association and a certain company that requires training practice, although it's only a simple type……"

"Sounds like a damn rich kid, huh—any hotel segment?"

"Is your lament just about being a rich kid? And why did you jump to adult topics? Don't bother—there's nothing you want to hear."

Aomo wanted to raise both hands to wipe his face, but he could only reach the sides of his helmet.

"The case on Lukas' side hasn't had a chance to be wrapped up; that's bad, but given how busy I am, it actually seems like a good thing."

"Although it's only like that."

"What a stiff new topic—I don't want to hear this; why don't you tell me something adult instead?" Bi Ze said sincerely.

"If you insist I have other feelings about this, I can only say I heard many familiar paper‑person names—turns out you're the supreme mobile‑game king, and you've impressed many people who lick their paper wives."

"The last time I heard this stale meme was about four months ago."

"Only four months and you're already involved with so many women—I'm starting to miss the single‑minded senior year student, Lord Aomo Lindun, the cold‑faced impoverished noble." Bi Ze wore a sorrowful face, and at the same time he stubbornly dragged out the damn Jidong language to chant that nickname which sounded like something made up on the spot.

"And they're all paper‑person names I've heard before."

"Just thinking back, I used to ogle lots of their sexy pictures—I don't know whether I should feel sour or repent."

Finally, he added a line:

"By the way, do you want the image pack? When I just came over, I had recollected it in the circle; maybe I could still dig it out from the dusty hard drive."

"Only someone like you, an alien, could come out with such pretentious talk."

Aomo, who had been rendered completely speechless by this person, felt what it meant by 'whenever this person seems to become normal, he opens his mouth to speak'.

So, do you want it or not?

No.

You actually don't want it!

That person wore a look of great shock, as if Aomo's answer was utterly unbelievable, yet in the next second it became nonchalant.

Also, since you already have the real person, brother, I'll first make a sacrifice, then later dig up the old hard drive, delete the brother's erotic pictures of women to show brotherly loyalty.

"Oh," Aomo said blandly, "it sounds like a huge sacrifice."

Besides, they're not my girlfriends, except for Qie and Qielienina.

"Sooner or later they'll all be exempted," Bi Ze chattered, "By then I'll honor you with the title of Exempt Saint."

... Although I've always thought that the process of understanding your words is meaningful, this time the leap in understanding is still too great.

Simply put, I'm righteous as lofty as the clouds!

Too cloud‑sky, Bi Ze classmate, do you want to come see the Arima Memorial in the latter half of the month?

I definitely want to see it!

Just getting tickets for those four girls under your command took all my effort, and snagging these on‑site tickets for the Arima Memorial would require the utmost scalper skill!

You managed to get these cards for me, I can still spare a ticket.