Chapter 1374: NO.278：Aomo Also Did It

NO. 278：Aomo Also Did It

"Yuta, can Gulite optimize network speed?"

"Huh? This… can't be?"

"What do you think Gulite is?!"

"Ah ah sorry sorry."

"It's fine, Nate."

"Yeah Nate, he didn't mean to offend Gulite, sorry sorry, whenever he brings up Gulite he gets more excited."

"What? Did something happen?"

As time passed, when the kitchen direction kept sending out aromas and made some people's stomachs growl, the originally scattered small circles also gathered together around several tables.

Thus, starting with a surprising question from a certain Bi-surnamed youth, the Gulite small team first started making noise, causing Qi Du, who was flipping through the self-made version of the Gulite Universe PV response, to lift her head, curious about why An Qi had become a Gulite fan.

Meanwhile, at the other end of that table, Shiji, who had also noticed something a bit, carrying the silent Mo's tacit verification of the monster's voracious eating, caused Gui She to speak as usual in his abrupt, rash way:

"He, do you have any ideas?"

"What? What ideas?" He, flipping through the food atlas, was somewhat bewildered.

"That guy's over there." He glanced mysteriously at the Electric Light Machine King Squad, Gui She lowered his voice and gestured to He toward the direction of Shanzhongli.

"?" made He even more bewildered, "What's wrong with him?"

"Well, look at that Aomo guy, he's being stared at by several women," Gui She said, not very eloquently on this topic, feeling some words didn't suit his style, his expression uneasy as he looked back at the kitchen, then turned back and lowered his voice further, "In terms of feelings, besides Apong, it feels like only you in the team."

The Apong he spoke of had not yet come over from that other world.

In the morning he was still venting via cross-world call about the corruption of exam-oriented education—he was still preparing for finals, and although he could squeeze out some time to attend this gathering, Aomo vetoed it.

Make him take the exam honestly; coming over to play during winter break is the same.

It'd be best to bring along that female classmate whose relationship with him seems to be turning troublesome.

"I… don't want to think about these for now……"

He wasn't angry at Gui She's forced attempt; just bringing up the topic made He's gaze wander, he gave a vague response, which made Gui She smirk mischievously and then say to Shiji, "It seems you also have a bit of an idea."

"Indeed."

"You two shut up, wouldn't it be fine to just wait honestly for the dishes?" He said unhappily.

"Where's that patience? You say who you're thinking of, and let everyone give you advice."

Gui She, acting like a big brother, shoved with his elbow, causing He to give a side‑eye glance in surprise: "When did you become so gossipy? Back then you wouldn't be cursing and saying it's meaningless."

Hearing that, Gui She was unhappy: "I damn well still care about my companions' affairs, even if it's awkward, I'll still listen."

"Just forget it, no need to force it."

He shook his head.

"What's there to force about it?"

"Even thinking about it is forced." The woman who said this supported one arm, gazing at the glass wall of the intelligent table on standby.

On it was an unusually insecure face.

No memory, thus unaware of the past; although this could be crossed by self‑persuasion, yet if one were to accept a friend's invitation to step onto a battlefield full of powerful enemies……

Even He's current possessions are vague; he lacks both confidence and resolve, and even after talking several times with someone, although the other party doesn't want it, he himself thinks…… that fledgling fondness is better buried honestly than expressed abruptly.

At this banquet not yet officially opened, the wait for food felt like years, forcing her to join the observers' ranks, thereby strengthening her resolve; she thought that retreating when faced with difficulty is also a common choice, and even Aomo would understand.

Rather, Aomo would surely understand, after all she had felt in countless times of dragging him to explore shops and streets, feeling that all‑encompassing understanding and acceptance; even if her initial views in many places were somewhat negative and dispirited, that person could gently express understanding.

That understanding is no mere perfunctoriness, for he can tirelessly recount sensations that let He empathize, then offer several corresponding choices.

There are positive and negative options, yet they don't lean to one side; they truly solve problems, and this makes her confidence in social life here grow ever stronger.

That is a perfect guide, almost carrying you here on a stretcher, so that even if you are a transmigrant with only two years of life memories, you can adapt to life here extremely quickly.

But…… there are still some problems in this world that cannot be filled with fighting spirit merely by life confidence.

Even less can one treat past worries lightly and go ask that person for help, even if that person has so far shown near‑omnipotent ability, guiding you to a new world, preparing you with adaptation materials for a new society, handling all your paperwork, and also preparing the basic material conditions for that society's survival.

Work, dwelling, even interpersonal relations…… when you realize that eighty percent of what you now possess is thanks to him, do you settle for that or crave more?

Past He had never realized this; recent He, to clarify the doubts in his mind with his roommate's help, sorted his thoughts, only to fall into an even larger problem.

Her morality does not allow her to take that more outrageous step, let alone wield those things to contend with others.

"That's really too sad; clearly the crux of the problem isn't here……"

"……"

He looked around blankly, not understanding why his heart would rise with a tone unlike his own words; he only felt it might be a sign that his forgotten past was reviving, his heart even a little uneasy.

She had countless chances to ask companions what their former selves were like in their eyes, but she didn't ask, because her amnesia was so thorough that she figured it was better not to inquire about the past and just focus on the present.

Thus, when this utterance of unknown origin surfaced in her heart, she also picked up this belated worry.

Worrying whether her own past could be accepted, and whether those around her now could accept it as well.

Setting aside those worries and hesitations, the horse girls at the diagonally opposite table were instead stirring in the exact opposite manner, simply because they possessed their own pride.

Those who dare to set foot on the racecourse draw cheers underfoot, their hearts yearning for miracles.

Having once given their all, or being on the road to giving their all, they refuse to lose to anyone.

The gray‑haired middle‑school girl is confident in the strength she takes from the opponent's hand, while the other high‑schoolers are in the stage of most volatile emotions and most sensitive thoughts.

They feel adulthood is within reach, yet they clearly stand at the immature core of non‑adulthood; thus they can possess the most blind confidence, the most impulsive obsession, and even though they pride themselves on rationality, that delicate sensitive heart is likewise shaken by external stimuli, amplifying the regret inherent to this age group that cannot be shaken off, only buried deep.

And those who truly function as adults—the college students and the veterans returning to action.

They indeed possess decision‑making and thought patterns far more mature than those of middle‑ and high‑schoolers, and each also has their own long‑solidified pride.

Even those who fail in pursuing their dreams still retain past achievements to serve as firewood for the flame, so that when they cling to a goal that absolutely aids and accompanies them, they yield nothing.

Regardless of reason, freedom, or willfulness, they ought to have their own restraint and self‑control, yet the nature born for racing, too deeply shaped by racing, makes them readily take on challenges.

No need to think further.

Everyone knows Shi Huaiya's intentions; Sikadi/Yishamala's performance when they first arrived is even more evident to all, and they all could sense that something might happen tonight. Each of them held a responsive mindset, either to intervene and block, or to take the initiative and strike first.

Just as the preliminary round of the Dream Cup had ended, some wanted to press their advantage, some thought they couldn't fall further behind; everyone talked about the match on the surface, but in their hearts they were thinking of another battlefield.

Unaware of this, Bicuikesi and Yishamala, who had unknowingly become the two great mountains of pressure for everyone, still sat silently at a table, until Ling approached with a wine glass and snacks, bringing everyone together.

Meanwhile, the coolly observing Huoerhaiya, who would not be swayed by the atmosphere, would not be blinded by pressure, and would not naively think that to possess Aomo Lindun one must join the fight, merely cast a doubtful gaze over the countless people, and ultimately indeed lingered at the place where Ling appeared calm and self-possessed, warmly greeting.

She could fully sense that the banquet's atmosphere had been strangely odd beforehand, bearing the traces of human manipulation.

Some who should have been rational and calm impulsively jumped into the fray.

Some who should have been eager to try, doing a bit of probing, instead remained quiet as if their intelligence had gone wrong; rather, it's that too many people's behavior here shows a discrepancy with the intelligence, which is the intuitive manifestation of this strange situation.

Unless I made a major oversight in gathering intelligence, then someone behind each of these people is pulling the strings.

This feeling is like facing the incident record of a certain Sakota under the same Luodao Island Company; a kind of music that forces everyone to be true to their hearts has created the current situation that appears calm on the surface but is actually turbulent underneath.

How bizarre!

If you really want to stay by Aomo Lindun's side, you shouldn't be showing friendliness to him and launching an offensive, right?

What's the point of hiding there and waging internal conflict against the other side?

You wouldn't still be thinking of making a sudden confession to put pressure on them, would you?

Do you like him, or do you like the pure process of scheming and fighting?

Everyone's been misled, everyone's gone astray…… Huoerhaiya narrowed her eyes, feeling a tense sense that she hadn't expected there to be experts present.

Now this situation actually shows that only Ling truly shows goodwill toward Aomo, only Ling has taken everyone's intentions into account and resolved Aomo's troubles, appearing as a true victor raising Aomo's score in his heart, yet she is still determined to act, with a very high chance of success.

As Qian's 'ally', Huoerhaiya had obtained the information that Aomo had confessed this matter to Qian and Qieliena.

Therefore, based solely on this foreseeable final outcome, it is enough for Huoerhaiya to look at Ling with suspicion.

Moreover, little Qian clearly can see this, yet she also acts as if nothing is wrong, chatting and laughing with those around.

Is this the so-called dragon pool of Eastern culture?

Instead, they arbitrarily pushed Shi Huaiya's insignificant tiger to a high position, and moreover there is that dangerous straight-ball whale pressing at the waterside…… How exactly was this scenario designed?

Although Huoerhaiya could see this far, she could never have imagined that Ling, with good intentions, had given advice and guidance to many people in dreams, and this time too was meant to give everyone a chance out of goodwill.

Because she actually does not seek exclusive possession, nor does she intend to cling to Aomo's side.

But she also wants to relieve his worries, and even more wants to lure out ahead of time this interpersonal hidden trouble that will sooner or later become bigger and more serious.

And Huoerhaiya never expected……

All this was also brought about by Aomo's own willing assistance.