Chapter 1369

NO. 273: Your eyes are like torches, right?

If life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be anxious, because it will continue to deceive you later.

Section Chief Shi Huaiya naturally has her own understanding of this, and also possesses observational and deductive abilities honed by professional habit; thus, her choice in this situation is exactly the same as Aomo's in the past—both emphasize 'uncertainty, let's see more,' and then……

……Then I couldn't understand.

This is also no different from Aomo in the past; the only difference is that the past Aomo lacked any sense of a girl's heart, whereas the current Bi Cuike Si is completely unaware of her extremely poor state.

【Are you really planning to take them to her place?】

The greatness of technology lies in not having to frantically gesture face-to-face or whisper bb while guarding against being overheard; although this makes information secrecy a major problem, it poses no obstacle to Teqiju Juanzhang and the office director who recently upgraded their information encryption service.

【Yes, you don't want to come? Or do you have other arrangements?】

Standing at the edge of the meeting room after the dispersal, Aomo was greeted with far more salutations than before the meeting; finding it inconvenient to play with the terminal in conversation, he typed with his thoughts by relying on the power of Ji Er Ba Li Si—although brainwave control is not exactly a rare function in today's electrical industry, the ability to multitask with multiple threads is still a talent worth praising.

Especially, the stability that completely separates thoughts without any confusion or connection is itself a height that many who claim to be skilled cannot reach.

The original Aomo was merely one of countless mediocrities, but the subconscious guidance implicit in Ji Er Ba Li Si's power could amplify the alien quality deeply buried in his heart, enabling him to achieve such mechanical, utterly cold feats.

Thus came the present scene:

He chatted with the military personnel about yesterday's battlefield, listened to them talk about the statements extracted under urgent interrogation from the early-arrested extraterrestrials, which provided whatever key assistance for the rapid research into cracking the threefold abilities of the Hei'an assassin, and then naturally brought up the civilian assistance at that time, proceeding to introduce Sai Luo, Ou Bu, and Ya Bu Lu, along with several other monster company CEOs.

Mutual introductions, mutual networking—compared to the meeting table where only a handful speak while most merely listen and are called upon, this brief time after the dispersal, before everyone has fully left, is the true grand stage of social interaction.

Having made up his mind and prepared himself mentally, Aomo found himself advantageous everywhere in the mix; after all, even those who initially took no interest in him were willing to spare some time to hear what he had to say following his brief conversation with the Heart of Terra.

And when he visited with the Ultra Clan and other corporate CEOs, the attitude of such people could receive an excellent refresh.

Although the Ultra Clan's positioning and code of conduct are a thorn in the side of many government departments and corporate enterprises—seriously interfering with everyone's work and business, and moreover a major threat to property safety and holiday arrangements—

yet they are not stingy with superficial respect and welcome.

That is, amidst the busyness of escorting a few Ultra Brothers or responding to visits, Aomo also had to answer various communications from several people, truly a case of being busy inside and out.

Had this been the past, he would have largely been bitterly complaining, sinking into a state nearly like that of Section Chief Shi Huaiya.

But now, advancing his goals in an orderly manner, he can easily regain his habitual state of being completely stress-free about public affairs; whether it's empty pleasantries or turbulent negotiations, he can handle them with ease.

As for those exchanges that hide a hint of gunpowder……

they only make him all the more delighted.

Aomo Lindun has, since childhood, been the type who expects others to show more aggressiveness, because the more obvious the hostility, the more information it reveals, and the faster the understanding process accelerates.

And when the rhythm of this understanding process gradually speeds up, reaching a certain point, the conversation itself turns into a contest of 'who breaks down more'—a limit offensive-defensive battle that Aomo has been especially fascinated with since childhood, a small amusement that easily draws out his otherwise inconspicuous desire to win.

It is like fearlessly sailing toward a shattered iceberg; that limit of either breaking the other or breaking oneself always makes him feel that interpersonal communication should have a bit more aggressiveness.

Adding aggressiveness actually raises conversational and work efficiency; conversely, when everyone is mutually nice and pleasant, Aomo often feels fatigued.

He feels that all interactive efficiency is so low, and all progress speed is so sluggish.

Conquering someone's stance is so refreshing, yet winning over someone's heart is so fussy; even if it has nothing to do with romance, even if it's only for friends and family, up to now it remains a matter he cannot handle with ease.

Just as he does not know how Section Chief Shi Huaiya's situation suddenly deteriorated, he also clearly realizes that his understanding of his concern for her could never be exhaustive, and it is normal not to know how this threshold accumulates.

The problem lies right here.

Out of respect for his friends, Aomo has never truly examined the side profiles of his companions nearby, and thus naturally does not delve into every aspect of their recent situations; the care he can offer is therefore quite limited.

When all pressure comes to bear, the effect of words is always limited, and the expression of action is again constrained by the framework of the relationship; the most you can ultimately strive to do is merely give the other a stage for self-healing.

Either create a space utterly free of disturbance, or point to a channel for unrestrained venting.

In this regard, Aomo Lindun leans more toward the wisdom of his hometown——

——Alcohol is not a perfect drink, but it is an effective medicine for relieving pressure, usable to induce the fainting needed to satisfy any major blow.

Of course, this still requires the other's consent as a precondition.

【I… I definitely want to go! What other arrangements could there be? I've even saved the victory feast! Give me the address! Don't you dare not show up yourself!】

【No problem】 After replying with those three calm words, even Aomo's mechanical train of thought cannot help but surge with a hint of gentleness.

Very good.

Although there may be many relatively unfamiliar people at the time, Miss Bi Cuike Si and, at least, one company from the host's year-end will surely be more familiar than the Horse Girls side, making it the best arrangement under current considerations.

The main issue is that things happened rather suddenly—upon seeing the other's mental state deteriorate just like his own former self, a psychological counseling should have been conducted on the spot, yet the schedule unfortunately did not allow it.

Also at this time, the invitation that was proactively sent out actually allowed that person who always had a bit of mental leeway to think about the matters on the Bìcuìkèsī side, Aomo, to suddenly become enlightened and extremely grateful.

Indeed, there is still this move.

Saying this invitation myself would be somewhat inappropriate, but if the initiator said it, naturally there would be no problem.

Lingna's offhand remark actually solved Aomo's urgent problem, truly making him immensely grateful while also making his mood more complicated.

After all, he still remembers what kind of nature this invitation he originally undertook had.

Although it has now been given the nature of a celebration banquet and a consolation banquet for the horse girls, Aomo knows he should not harbor any hope of escaping.

Following his usual style, he should now make contingency plans.

Maintaining his childhood style, he drafted choices for various scenarios, aiming to become a master of affection, a Galgame king—no, can he really achieve that?

Just thinking that everyone is going, even Huò'ěr hǎiyǎ sent a message eight minutes ago asking whether they should hold a celebration banquet at Lingna's place tonight, and furthermore Yīshāmālā just sent a greeting, appearing as if she had just gotten off the plane and was urgently contacting, Aomo felt……

Running away tonight is also only human.

But the so-called 'only human' is just a phrase people habitually use to make excuses; its context always accompanies failure, seeking sympathy after failure as a self‑numbing, not a choice that can truly satisfy the parties involved.

After all, why must we regard all this as a flood and ferocious beast?

Even if they could truly become a literal flood and ferocious beast, in this day and age, whether flood or beast, they have long ceased to be something impossible to resist.

Having even walked through battlefields that narrowly avoided destroying the Earth and affecting star systems, one should not fear these.

Armed with such an idea, Aomo, in the eyes of countless conference participants, suddenly showed a bit more decisiveness, as if he had made some kind of determination, causing many sharp‑eyed observers to nod in approval, feeling that he might truly be able to bring a completely new look to the Boundary Gate District.