Chapter 1323: NO.227: Chazuo's gaze became sharp

NO. 227: Chazuo's gaze became sharp.

———————System: Gongbi Ruhua poked you once————————

———————System: Gongbi Ruhua poked you once————————

———————System: Gongbi Ruhua poked you once————————

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【Yuehuanshe:?】

【Anything?】

【Gongbi Ruhua: What are you doing now?】

【Yuehuanshe: Training】

【Gongbi Ruhua:?

Isn't it vacation tomorrow? You guys, Teresen】

【Yuehuanshe:?

Is there any necessary connection between tomorrow's vacation and today's training?】

【Gongbi Ruhua: …It seems indeed unrelated】

【Yuehuanshe: Gongbi teacher, are you awake?】

【Gongbi Ruhua: Don't bother! Anger. jpg

So you're still working as usual?】

【Yuehuanshe: Otherwise? I'm not like you, freely taking commissions. By the way, have you finished your manuscript?】

【Gongbi Ruhua: Don't rush! Keep urging the purple sand!】

【Yuehuanshe: Want to see a demonstration?】

【Gongbi Ruhua: You!

When did you become this rude!!】

【Yuehuanshe: Starting from when I got repeatedly shaken-screen during work hours, and then having to endure the temper of a big artist who hasn't slept enough】

【Gongbi Ruhua: How did I throw a tantrum!

And how do you know I just woke up!

Did Lingjie tell you?!】

【Yuehuanshe: I guessed, don't always look for problems in others, big artist

However, if you just want to tell me these things, can I apply to leave?】

【Gongbi Ruhua: Why do you talk as if I'm holding you back and not letting you go!】

【Yuehuanshe: Your words indeed have such vigor, making me worry that the ink ling heard of on the forum might rush into campus in half an hour】

【Gongbi Ruhua: It's impossible to attack the campus anyway!】

【Yuehuanshe: Then may I be excused?】

【Gongbi Ruhua: Wait!】

【Yuehuanshe: Please speak】

Gongbi Ruhua is typing.

Gongbi Ruhua is typing.

Gongbi Ruhua is typing.

【Gongbi Ruhua: Forget it! You do your thing!】

「「……」」

6

A number was tapped out in my mind, but the screen wasn't synchronized; this is also a small trick in online communication to prevent the topic from centering on anger and dragging on endlessly.

"How about it, Aomo-san, has the government gotten in touch?"

Carrying a large plastic bag of water and ice cream, Chao Cang Lu exchanged his identity as a baggage porter for free use of the β training ground.

This is clearly a near‑free‑ride big profit; the crown prince, who is quite aware of it, shows no displeasure on his face, and even has considerable enthusiasm and concern for the training ground boss.

No matter how enthusiastic, the moment he stepped close and looked down at the other person, this impression was already destined to change.

Fortunately, the other party possessed maturity beyond appearance, did not pursue his 'offense', and merely crossed out the light screen somewhat speechlessly.

"No." he said.

"Just a guy who just woke up, in poor mental state, a foolish netizen."

"Eh? Bi Ze?"

"What a sad speed of locking on— is that how he appears in your heart?"

"Ah! Sorry! I'm not……"

Wanting to explain but not knowing where to start, after all his first reaction was too deadly, little Lu stammered, but saw the other party wave a hand.

"It doesn't matter, and it's not him."

"Eh? Then, could it be Gui She‑san?"

"Stop guessing, go hand out supplies to the girls," Aomo patted his waist, signaling to hurry, "Next is physical training; even if I'm not rushing to give them extra boost, having Bai Ren and Qianming running in the spatial mirror on the other side will also make them unable to stay calm."

"No problem? Won't they get hurt?"

"This is the meaning of choosing this place," that person said in an old‑fashioned tone, "Do you think I brought you here just to avoid enthusiastic alumni?"

Speaking, he also gazed toward the distant exaggerated site hundreds of meters away, resembling a tropical rainforest.

There, a certain ace continued her cultivation.

The temporary base behind the mountain, after all, is merely a temporary base, unable to immediately meet the next‑stage training demands; but instead of letting them temporarily upgrade, Aomo simply brought them here.

Well, I did take her money.

Gechengwangpai is, after all, not a horse girl under Aomo's command; it itself also possesses the abundant assets typical of famous horse girls. Although it is one of the idols that have been D‑ed, there's no reason to play favorites.

Although the medical and training resources in the central headquarters aren't bad either, they're far less convenient than here.

But I still want to ask how you ended up like this.

Suddenly, Sai Luo poked his head out of the screen, climbed out, and looked down at the long‑haired child before him whose height only reached his waist.

"Has the first target been completed?" The child looked up at him, displeased.

"Who do you think I am? Even such simple intelligence gathering could fail?"

"Then next time you go yourself; don't bother the witch beast."

"This… I'm not Ax, after all; at least let Jie Si Ti Si catch me."

"I thought you could handle it yourself."

"Hah! Jie De said you've changed a lot, but I still don't believe it—how can your aggressiveness be so high?"

"What qualifications do you have to say that about me?" the child frowned.

"Or how about recalling how aggressive you were as a child?"

Having once attempted to directly touch the plasma spark tower and failed, being sent straight to juvenile detention by his father, his life experience amounts to nothing more than a Belial.

When his disciple kept telling everyone how senior Jie De was incredibly cool and explosive, blowing up his own father, Sai Luo's own heroic deeds of coming out of juvenile detention and slaughtering in all directions were also well known among the countless juniors of the Land of Light.

In reality, it's just karmic retribution.

Thus Sai Luo stopped speaking.

Although to be honest, Sai Luo isn't really grown up yet—at least not by age—but he obviously doesn't intend to use that as a rebuttal.

"Well then, Sai Luo‑san, Aomo‑san, I'll go ahead and distribute things at the endpoint."

"Go."

Little Aomo nodded, while Sai Luo waved his hand and abruptly asked: "So what's up with you? Did you drink that bottle of medicine again?"

He did recall that Aomo wasn't turning into a child for the first time; the only difference was that this time the change was too fast—so fast that the previous medicine's effects hadn't even worn off—and that originally somewhat neutral face, combined with this long hair, would make anyone instinctively think it was a little girl.

Yet he was wearing a very functional, street‑style, neat children's outfit.

"I'm insomnia‑ridden; I temporarily traded my physical age for mental stability—what's the problem?"

"Actually there's no problem, but how did you end up insomnia‑stricken?" Sai Luo looked at the child in surprise, his face returning to its human form showing a bit of concern: "Is the pressure too great?"

"I see your work as a trainer is keeping you busy; maybe having the contemporaries go manage Lu Zas is still too much of a stretch?"

"Shall we lay out the plan and total it up to redistribute the work?"

What a fine scene of an elder caring for a junior—yet it feels awkward, making the child raise a hand to his forehead: "No need, I'm fine, it's not this problem."

"Huh? What problem is that? By the way, didn't Chazuo's kid say they'd find you in a dream to chat?"

Whenever insomnia is mentioned, Sai Luo ends up revealing extra, unnecessary Ultraman memories.

"And what about the sister she mentioned—are you standing them up?"

"... It's fine." The low voice that suddenly cut off came from Chazuo, who had approached at some point.

She handed a drink to the trainer who was a bit taller than herself and, with his black long hair, looked more like an older brother/sister; after he silently took it, she turned her gaze to Sai Luo.

"……Older sister, she didn't come either; I'm here with 'friend' to keep you company…"

She said this without turning her head, but her gaze flicked to the trainer who was silently twisting the bottle cap.