Chapter 1312: NO．216：It's fine, the brothers all lack taste

NO．216：It's fine, the brothers all lack taste.

More than an hour ago, less than half a minute after the potion went down his stomach, Aomo's hair volume had already shot from long broken cover straight to the big-sister image of someone present; that perfect degree of reproduction was already enough to attract Aizhi to poke poke.

And here exists a piece of knowledge that, by now, could be considered neither cold nor hot.

Human hair has a growth limit.

Overly long hair develops split ends at the tips; the situation where someone's hair can be 2.5 times their height, like that of a certain Puritan archbishop, can only be the result of supernatural intervention—ordinary humans, even with utmost care, cannot replicate that quality and scale.

Although Ailisuzhi's medicine this time seems entirely in the realm of magic potions based on its effects, it did not truly bestow upon Aomo Lindun an extraordinary skin quality.

Yes, this is a fun fact: hair belongs to no tissue, nor to any organ; it is merely an accessory structure of epithelial tissue, which can be summarized as an extension of the skin.

Even though he is a demon, Aomo's human-form medical checkup is already quite unusual, but his hair length stops at 1.4 meters.

Even though it can grow back within ten seconds after being cut, once it reaches this length the further growth rate slows by more than tenfold.

It seems to have reached the current limit, making it hard to rely on present nutrients to continue maintaining smoothness.

But even so, 1.4 meters of hair is enough—almost matching the height of some horse girls—and sufficient for a bunch of girls to surround him, hand him a height-boosting chair, wrap him in endless towels fetched from who-knows-where, then each pick up scissors, razors, and even electric clippers.

It must be said, Aomo has always thought that women knowing how to cut hair is a stereotype.

Especially now that the beauty industry is so developed, there are even low-priced bionic maids that can easily load hairdressing modules for sale, so people generally have no need to learn hairdressing themselves.

But maybe… perhaps… probably……

At that time, the girls in the activity room were all standing in the line of stereotypes.

They had each cut something else to some extent.

Whether it was their own hair, someone else's hair, or a doll's hair, but no matter how, this bunch not only had things, they even cut out harmony——

——previously it was a stance of outright refusal, but later it became: when they had things but still lacked enough, they lent each other a hand.

Not very professional, but those skilled at helping found that, under mutual assistance, their forms of address regained warmth, as if the trainer had become part of their play.

Everyone, taking turns to practice the trainer's hairstyle, showed full harmony and intimacy, leading Aomo to admit that the best way to unite a group, besides presenting a common enemy, is to present a common target of bullying.

Sadly, at that time he largely fulfilled two identities at once.

Considering all this, eighty percent is self-inflicted, while the remaining twenty percent is the girls' improvisation—perhaps this too is a kind of karmic retribution.

Perhaps, tracing back to the roots, we could confirm that this bunch are all Jidong people, and could say that, under the premise of cherry-blossom girls, we are offering some pointers on Jidong bullying culture.

The only one not counted as part of the Jidong cultural circle is Chelenina, who stays on-screen together with Axi.

Aomo's two girlfriends, one a corporate slave and the other a regular school student, had no right to the Toresen match-day holiday; being able to come over to watch the match and the live stream was a result of leniency from supervisors and teachers.

But this leniency is obviously limited.

Chelenina is still fine to say—although penguins are aberrant beasts, they have always looked after the staff quite well.

Miss Axi then became sad.

The goddess can have her wishes fulfilled in the computer world, but in the real world she cannot become a top student.

Although the end-of-term period is already academically tense, she still does not plan to use her free time to study hard.

However, this is not merely her consistently dabbling in model-making and gaming rankings; rather, her self-made version of the 'Guritte Universe' has reached the demo stage, which is exactly the time to frequently adjust details.

Being able to squeeze out time to accompany everyone while waiting at the venue for the start, watching the live, and (maybe) catching a boyfriend is already the limit; they cannot go further to accompany everyone to the Toresen holiday, and can only be accompanied by the understanding big sister Texas to the agency.

Yes, the agency.

Returning to school is impossible; they used the excuse 'boyfriend is the trainer, best friend is a horse girl' to persuade the teacher for a half-day leave, and the remaining time must of course be spent calling the Shu Zi Lao Shi to go online, accompanying themselves to connect with Mai for checking secondary creation videos!

As for video editing and sound processing, the Ailishuma teacher has a rich library of free and paid materials; subtitles, timing, and syncing need not be worried about, because Miss Axi's boyfriend introduced a new acquaintance from the Kazdal Military Committee who provides technical support—so everything is ready, only time is lacking.

This time—right now, earning a little is a little.

Even if her boyfriend is being given hairstyles by a crowd in rotation, she merely opens a video call with Chelenina, occasionally glances, offers a couple of comments, and even puts forward new suggestions, giving Aomo a more numb experience, as if she already understood the mindset of a girlfriend whose boyfriend is being taken by a blondie right in front of her.

It's a bit off, but roughly speaking, that's correct.

Even the numerous 'humiliation' photos taken of him, stored in a group's phones, appear just as alike, and then, and then……

The tables turned, the girlfriend also did it. jpg

I'm somewhat speechless, folks.

Although I'm quite speechless, after all it's Aomo Lindun who has endured it, and he actually intends to cut that hairstyle short.

After all, long hair may suit his XP, but having it on his head only feels bothersome; facing this selfish desire honestly, Aomo still cannot avoid the fact that the drug's effects have not yet worn off.

After a single cut, it grows back in less than a minute, aside from a clump of black hair mixed with a strand of white that no modern barbershop would accept, it holds no meaning.

Fortunately, setting it on fire to burn is not troublesome; otherwise, another round of searching 'how to dispose of large biological hair' could be added, a case easily flagged by cyber police.

So now, in Sai Luo's eyes, he is just a disheveled long-haired figure, resembling an incomplete reenactment of the Zhouri Ningjing cosplay from that doujin exhibition.

This makes the latter endure great hardship.

However, even Sai Luo can still instantly recognize him as the one Aomo is responsible for.

Although not familiar with the witch beast, whenever he visits the activity room he can always see Ailisuzhi's him, and thus retains some awareness of it.

This even requires setting aside the rumors he heard from some students.

Yes, Ailisuzhi's former 'legendary story' is regaining vigor along with her current debut competition results, and this is also what makes the trainer want to twist his nose bridge.

During the match, his facial art performance already gave a rather subtle impression; furthermore, adding those campus rumors circulating online…… Aomo has already given up on correcting his course, after all facts are facts—when too many people are in the know, neither denying nor hiding can avoid being obvious.

Seeing Suzi so satisfied with herself, he really can't be bothered to demand anything else.

Having come to this point, might as well first pour a cup of red…… coffee.

Just thinking of this, his memory still lingers at the stage of soothing the little girl's anger; Aomo almost walked over to Suzi's experimental cabinet.

After all, the memory of coffee still outweighs the rest, so he returned once again to face the coffee machine.

Pouring, grinding, brewing—once that slow hand‑drip coffee is ready, as he pours it into the cup, Aomo also catches sight of a tiny dot on the light screen suddenly enlarging.

This made him instantly swing his hand, shift his body, and cross paths with the Sai Luo rushing out of the screen; seeing him dive headfirst into the sofa, then turning back, he hurriedly reached out and embraced the …… that shot out just as quickly.

Belsuta beast?

Having stopped her from creating on Sai Luo's body and then overturning the sofa, Aomo withdrew his hand, and his gaze shifted from her still‑shocked face to that of Sai Luo, not an Iga chestnut person but a classic Ultraman warrior.

Looks like you still ran into trouble.

No, just the finishing steps aren't very pretty.

Sai Luo, who had already bounced back on the sofa, sat up naturally, was about to pick up the coffee in front of him and take a sip when he remembered, and reverted to human form.

Mmm, it's bitter. Do you have any sugar?

Yes, here, something tasteless.

Huh?

What's wrong with the finishing?

No, did you just scold me?

No, I'm stating a fact, something tasteless.

You're just scolding me, aren't you!

So what's up with the finishing? Cut it out.

What do you mean 'cut it out'? Isn't it important that I was scolded?!

Is it more important than the finishing?

We encountered something resembling electronic Gomora, and the intensity of its electronic super-vibration wave was extraordinary.