Chapter 1382: NO．286：Yishamala/Sikadi turned over again

NO．286：Yishamala/Sikadi turned over again

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When Aomo saw this string of audio that sounded like it hadn't woken up, it was already 7:14.

At this point, he who had only just noticed this message naturally had no right to complain about Bi Ze; similarly sleepy-eyed, he even retained a bit of hangover headache and nausea.

As for the dizziness that is commonly bound with headache in a hangover…… that is a falsehood that is dispelled the instant one wakes up.

Open your eyes, and it's the alcohol haze.

At that distance close enough to feel the breath, the gachi love distance, Ling Antian's sleeping face left Aomo stunned for six seconds.

Especially when he looked down, he saw a deep chasm without dust or mist, and his gaze would retract like an electric shock, even moving upward.

The shocking scene almost made him lose his ability to think; that rational logic, after all, must operate in a comprehensible world, and when the universe is input with unknowable rules, it will only be blank or output useless results.

Just like that, among the hangover's usual debuffs of headache, dizziness, nausea, stomach discomfort, and cognitive fog, he immediately singled out 'dizziness' and 'cognitive fog'; and only at the moment he woke up like that did he suddenly realize the feeling behind him seemed off.

He was being held by someone, hugged tightly like a body pillow, even with a leg draped over.

If it were Qiena, the pressure area wouldn't reach that extent.

But if it were Qian, the height wouldn't match the arm and leg positions felt.

"... Is that so..."

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"I can still learn more..."

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Dream, sleep talk?

Instantly recognizing it as Yishamala's gentle voice, the demon who had remained silent through the prolonged stiffness thus fell into an unprecedented clarity amidst being repeatedly controlled by reality.

And this clarity, concerning why he got hungover, the cause of this problem naturally became clear from the unmuddled memory file.

"Looks like I still can't beat the older sister, huh."

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Under Aomo's subtle gaze, Shu, who was standing at the big table in the courtyard adjusting the platters, sighed without lifting his head.

"... Is there any hangover soup?" Aomo, who wanted to speak but hesitated, ultimately gave up discussing Shu's ability and returned to being down-to-earth.

"Two bowls on the table next to it, right?"

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Aomo, who had been wondering how to get Qian a serving without inviting side-eye, resigned himself, not mentioning the incident where the girl sneakily drank Ling's alcohol amid the chaos, and simply walked silently toward the neighboring table indicated.

He immediately turned back and asked: "What's the other bowl?"

There were three bowls of medicinal soup on the table; with similar colors and smells mixed together, Aomo couldn't tell them apart at a glance, and could only get close to sniff to identify the culprit that let the medicinal scent mix into the aroma.

"Your medicinal soup," Shu replied, "remember to drink it all."

"Right, you..." As she spoke, she finally turned to look at Aomo, only to see him already holding the bowl and tilting it, the angle of which had already been tipped more than half.

「」 Now it was her turn to hesitate to speak: "... You should at least ask about the medicine's effect."

"Don't you usually just take the medicine when others hand it to you?"

Although he wanted to say yes, anyway Suzi would find a way to make himself drink it; he had grown accustomed to the preface of at most stating a condition, but explaining such circumstances was still too troublesome.

Considering that a one-sided explanation would only deepen the misunderstanding, Aomo simply asked: "What is the medicine's effect?"

"To make up for deficiencies; although young and strong, one still needs to focus on bodily maintenance."

"……You're saying that."

Aomo said dryly, unable to deny that he too sometimes lacks words.

He still isn't very open about discussing this topic with opposite-sex friends, especially since this friend is the female opponent's younger sister from last night's match.

Of course, Shu's consistent impression on people is also a factor.

Although the other party is consistently mature and steady, like an elder, the demon who, due to similar family standing, lacks much generational distance also only at this time has an intuitive sense of 'generational suppression.'

This lies between 'mom' and 'grandma'; the feeling of discussing intimate matters with you is truly strange and embarrassing, indeed an achievement that even observers wouldn't really want to unlock.

As for whether this medicine is necessary…… Aomo, who hasn't had a checkup for a while, isn't really clear himself, but looking at the memory file confirms that last night was indeed the first time in real terms that they were evenly matched.

The addition of Suipian and human-shaped Faction greatly increased the non-human indicators on the battlefield, and could even give the sole human a bit of breathing room to 'win'.

No longer as before, being shot down and losing consciousness early, waiting to watch a small ad revive to gain halftime rest for the sole teammate.

Unfortunately, that human challenger has a consistently excessive playfulness; the hard-won safety time wasn't used to provide assists, but instead he couldn't resist a moment's curiosity and fiddled with Suipian teammate's wonderful tool……

"Then I'll take this bowl of hangover soup away."

Just thinking that that person's terrible gaming skill image could completely remain unaffected by the battle situation or teammate list, Aomo felt Qian might as well go start a livestream.

Being so true to character, there's no need to worry about a collapse; emotional + unskilled + high looks + Jidong cultural education apology mode + youthful performance desire, the five combined purely produce show effects.

Her not starting a stream is truly a waste of talent; even if she just sits there humming while playing games without singing or chatting, Aomo also believes she could gain some recognition, let alone that she herself already has some notoriety among certain transmigrator groups, and the recommendation pass for 'Gulite Universe' could directly draw traffic, even allowing his own popularity to be monetized……

This really is the more one thinks about it, the more potential it has, making the demon's expression odd as he feels this could not fail to be proposed as a formal suggestion.

But before that, we still need to pull her out of the hangover haze back to reality and pack her off to school.

To be honest, although I haven't looked into it in detail, in Aomo's impression Qian does quite well at school.

Not to say it's rising like the wind and rain, but at least it's a local tyrant, easily surpassing the 'class popularity' stage achieved by Dujuan Tai through permissions; skipping class is generally no problem, and he can even request leave as her boyfriend and guardian.

Of course—actually more fitting the guardian definition is Alexis Kailifu, but this person's positioning is especially subtle, and Aomo feels that if a leave is truly needed, it's still better for him to go.

But even having persisted through the toughest weeks like this, the sunk cost being prior, Aomo believes Qian herself also doesn't want to break it.

"... Hey, little snake, you're back again, you're still... three, huh!"

"Then you should definitely drink this hangover soup; why are you still able to stay drunk this long after such a time, what exclusive chemical property is this?"

"Hehe I don't know…… little snake you guys… always used to…… drink this yourself, too, sly!"

Okay, okay, quickly drink the soup.

Good… uh… gulp… puhah! It's actually not too hard to drink?

In a daze, after drinking the hangover soup that had been improved with local techniques and whose properties were now almost like the legendary immortal elixir of old, this person's gaze instantly cleared.

This also prompted Aomo to hurriedly send her to the bath, attending to her like a young lady, washing her body hand‑in‑hand; naturally, he didn't forget to take off the coat he had just put on, leaving only the still water‑proof suit.

This time we should thank the year; in this courtyard, not only the kitchen but also the bathroom have undergone modern renovation.

According to the information gathered from last night's banquet, this is the year's attempt to open a hot pot in the hot spring.

Regardless of whether that attempt failed, and regardless of her being poked in the spine by several sisters in turn, at least the upgrade of the bath certainly owes her some credit.

"Millet's handiwork, do you still remember what you're supposed to do now?"

"Push that whale girl up and let Little Snake mess her up completely?"

"It's 7:16, SP Miss Qian, you still have twenty‑four minutes before roll call."

"What! It's already this late?!" Miss Qian jumped up from the low stool, anxious, "Little Snake, quickly take me to school!"

"Are you sure?" Aomo, whose face had been splashed with water when this person suddenly stood up, wiped his face expressionlessly, "Shouldn't you put on light makeup first?"

"Right, I need to… uh…"

Just as Qian was about to step forward, Aomo pressed her back and handed her a shower head: "You first need to realize there's a spot that needs special attention; otherwise I suggest you bring a spare pair of underwear."

"…" Following the other's gaze downward, this pink‑haired JK finally belatedly blushed all over her face.

Even with a powerful teammate added, it doesn't mean the damage tolerance can be lowered.

Just the fact of losing and then recovering the CG over and over has, after repeated occurrences, become somewhat habitual; for becoming a cream puff, Miss Shinjo already has a pathetic adaptability, so even if the cream spills over she doesn't feel weird.

This is a bit too risqué; even Aomo had to hurry away: "You handle it yourself first, I'll go lay out your cosmetics so we can save some time."

"... Oh."

Although it was a feeble mosquito‑like reply, it didn't hinder reception; Aomo nodded and vanished from the spot, soon returning with the cosmetics. By then Qian also showed another subtle adaptability—her extraordinarily efficient handling showed she was well practiced, yet it allowed Aomo to find a gap in her simple routine to ask about the condition that shouldn't have appeared yesterday.

"Little Qian."

"Ling, I've mentioned it to you before, but Isamara…" He turned his head and glanced at the girls still asleep in bed.

Especially the one who was already asleep, only to be woken by Qian twisting her face when Aomo arrived—the chief of the great herd.

It's hard to say whether a newborn's identity could grant its deep‑sea hunter/Faction‑like physique a boost in alcohol processing, but Isamara's drink obviously contained more than just alcohol; after a bout of turmoil and falling asleep again, the result was deep stupor, and without Aomo as her pillow, the Texas‑substitute, clutching her expression, looked slightly uncomfortable.

It's unclear whether it was because she was held too tightly, or because Texas herself dreamed of something akin to Lappland.

"Why are you willing to let her join?"

"Because I'm still a bit angry, so I want to torment you." Qian, brushing aside some bangs to draw her eyebrows, looked at the mirror.

"Is there such torment?" Aomo twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, and it's a torment that works only on you."