Chapter 1385: NO．1：A life inseparable from consulting work

NO．1：A life inseparable from consulting work

Generally speaking, Jidong-style schools adopt a three-semester system, using mid-April to mid-July, early September to late December, and mid-January to late March as the course standard.

Central Telesen Academy is obviously not a thoroughgoing Jidong-style institution.

Because it only has two semesters.

Except for the summer vacation period of the career horsegirls, which has summer training, the class schedule from early September to end January and late February to late June clearly aligns with the standard of Eastflame Academy.

This obviously lets Aomo and Xi's vacation times slightly offset, being somewhat tormenting, and also makes the former's March deadline seem not so leisurely ideal in time.

Although procrastination is not a universal ailment, the laziness, often intertwined with a mindset of hoping for luck, is common among people.

During Aomo's long vacation, as his busy focus temporarily shifted from trainer work to mercenary business and public image management for two months, Miss Shihuaiya even showed perseverance in strange places.

——A full three weeks!

At first, for nearly a month, she was playing dead.

Feigning offline, feigning not seeing Aomo's online greetings, even work-related mutual requests were handled by a certain Deputy Juanzhang with a p-face.

Making the latter complain repeatedly that he might have become part of the play of this dog couple.

And the reason for this is obviously not just the embarrassment from Bixiketuxe·Shihuaiya's overloaded operation the day after the banquet at the end of December.

It is shame and anger.

She would naturally be angry.

Her confession being left cold like that caused her and Yisha Malala to get mixed up in Aomo's bed.

For a woman in her thirties making her first confession, let alone playing dead, instantly blocking him on friends' circles, the wide female friend circle could immediately swing into action on all major platforms to harshly expose the man.

Although she knew the matter was on the third day, the first two days she was only silenced by shame over her own actions; on the third day, still keeping quiet, Yisha Malala neither intended to publicize nor conceal it, so when an acquaintance came to the office for a visit, she could immediately obtain the information: 'Yisha Malala lives both ends at the office; just ask a couple questions and you'll get shocking news.'

Then that information would spread across several small groups, reaching the eyes of Shihuaiya Juanzhang, whose information network is not very reliable but still somewhat present.

Thus, after the third day, the driving force behind her playing dead was no longer shame but anger.

But she had not had her rationality burned through by anger, because of work.

Because she had no rest then, there were two vicious crimes that the Teqiju needed to monitor closely, and the dozens of lives involved required her to make rational decisions and act.

Even for her usual self, at this time she should withdraw attention from personal matters and devote herself entirely to work——

——She obviously didn't do it completely, so the command at the time showed some omissions; fortunately, the deputy director assisted intervention, so it didn't hinder case handling and left no grounds for criticism.

Timely intervention also meant no problem in implementation, letting most Teqiju officers not realize this point.

Even that small minority, the high-level staff near the director's position, were merely suspicious and doubtful.

The direction of suspicion was still not quite right—it was all aimed at those few days each month of the director.

It wasn't the first time either.

The content of the vicious cases and the pressure of high-intensity work, plus the various physical discomforts and even endocrine disorders during menstruation, cause many female staff in the bureau to take leave or show abnormal performance plus irritability each month for a day or two.

Everyone is even more tolerant of the director's such symptoms, after all, compared to those female colleagues, the director always shows too much restraint.

They never lose their temper or make things difficult for staff, more or less qualifying as a superman.

This time, this 'superman' even had his mindset break only a little bit.

The sense of responsibility bound to her work once again bound her, yet also kept her from losing rationality, so she did not immediately go to Aomo to 'call out accusations', nor did she perform some bitter eight-o'clock drama questioning.

Even that very night, she had already gone over the logic seven-eight-eight.

But even if the logic is smooth, it cannot smooth the mindset; in the following ten-odd days, Shihuaiya continued to play dead in Aomo's contacts.

Even with the deputy director acting as a messenger, both sides passing beans to coordinate work, their private chat windows remained stuck at early January.

Rather than saying it's punishing Aomo, it's more like self-tugging.

It was during those few days of New Year's and Spring Festival, after gathering, fussing, scolding, and chatting with old adversaries, that the tugging over their views, suggestions, and her own thoughts occurred.

The ultimate result of this tugging was that her avatar lit up online at the end of January.

Yet she never mentioned the March deadline.

It seemed as if she had really obtained that agreement through drunken nonsense, then forgotten it the next day.

She didn't bring it up, and Aomo didn't ask.

Although her playing dead already proved she hadn't forgotten, proving that her earlier performance and words were sincere, the deadline Aomo gave her was itself a test of feelings.

Three months is the time for Aomo to finish things here and prepare for her.

But these three months are also obviously Aomo letting her calm down, hesitate, and even give up.

Whether it's rejecting the man's multiple girlfriends or discovering that she actually doesn't like him that much, in this situation there can be many reasons to give up, and no matter how she gives up, Aomo is willing to revert to a friend's stance.

Although often such events make even friendship impossible, for Aomo, mending a friendship is still simpler than maintaining love.

But… did she really give up?

No performance, and not even a word.

It seems like another kind of revenge, making you endure unknown torment, making you unsure whether your two months of busy preparation can demonstrate value.

But for a demon who must always walk the correct path, the sole question of 'whether to continue' is unnecessary to consider.

For the goal of 'if Bixiketuxe·Shihuaiya becomes one of the girlfriends', the arrangements of time, schedule, energy, etc., are both a fantasy of the future and an overdraft of the present.

All resources are fixed; if you want a more ample future, you must overdraft the present—using the time that should have been for rest, relaxation, and entertainment to prepare for the future.

So in these two months that include the winter break, Aomo's busyness remains, resembling the early preparation stage of a simulation management game.

It is also upgrading and expanding the office, handling and renovating new properties for occasional needs, liaising, endorsing, and investing in various monster-related enterprises, and attending several horse‑field variety shows and interview activities.

Moreover, one must also make time to accompany Little Xi and Texas, as well as the ever‑learning‑desirous Isabella Malara, who seems to have an excess of mirror elements spread everywhere, especially highly motivated in exploring gender relations.

It is worth mentioning that, as Xi wished, Aomo indeed often took time in the first month to seriously consider Isabella Malara's problem.

To straighten her thoughts, to try to prescribe the right medicine for emotional feedback, and then……

Then he discovered that he had a bit of playing the lute to an ox.

Whether it's the lord of the great flock or the deep‑sea hunter, their mutual influence has bound the two highly linked personalities into a unified goal: they just want to 'eat' him!

In the past it was about the Mass's expansion; now it is about the Mass's continuation and family contracts.

The demon initially tried to correct this overly simplistic and brutal line of thought; the idea that sexual relations equal forming a family only applied to a small group in Federation society, and the frequency metric like a yellow‑oil picture catalog was not linked to rises and falls in family feelings.

But subtly, the demon himself actually fits within this theoretical range.

This made his corrective work hard to launch; by the second month he had already given up, and could only shift his goal to finding something for her to do.

——Ever since she came to the Federation as Lord of the Mass with a group of Faction, Rhode Island has treated her work as the deep‑sea hunter Skadi as retired.

This was obviously to let her focus on Faction Mass management affairs, but the actual result was that the barren planet allocated to the Mass by the Federation was very stable, the Mass was calmly engaged in environmental transformation, and the Lord of the Mass sitting at the command post—super idle!

When Aomo was still in the early, overwhelming stage of developing a simulation‑management game, the true player of such games, Yishamala, had already moved on to the mid‑late stage's quick‑click routine and begun an idle‑playing life.

It is awe‑inspiring.

But Aomo couldn't just stand in awe; as he'd said before, he had to find something for the other party to do.

This isn't because some demon, once busy, can't stand seeing others idle and insists on dragging them into jail together.

Ling is usually idle too, so Aomo never bothered with her, because Ling either lurks invisibly to watch shows or simply goes off to do something else, always finding ways to distract herself; she's forever a carefree person.

But Yishamala is different—whenever she gets idle, she runs to Aomo's side to go idle.

When idling grows boring, she'll remember her original intention.

Remembering her original intention will send the situation rushing toward an R18 turn.

No, I'm busy with work!

I'm reviewing work, on a video call, preparing backstage to go on stage! Where did you come from again!

After experiencing several times where even the many‑idea‑filled Qian failed to unlock those CGs, the decision not to let her stay idle became Aomo's inevitable course.

As everyone knows, he is not the kind of demon who constantly repeats his depravity in a diary.

An unbelievable work‑aholic—even if it's for his own efficiency, he must first prepare a sewing machine for the Lord of the Mass.

But setting aside the Yishamala that brings him Versailles‑style troubles, his interactions with Ling are actually no different from before.

Most things happen in dreams; the disturbance from Chazuo isn't a big hassle—in fact, it's a nice adjustment.

Thus, for the Aomo of a few months ago, for the Aomo of half a year ago, all those various jobs he was too lazy to do, had no interest in, and wasted popularity traffic sitting idle were given high-intensity development and monetization over these two months, up to today——

——February 27.

There are still two days until Central Trisen Academy opens.

Yet he has already appeared here.

Of course, he didn't bring the horse girls to early occupy the training ground in order to become a scroll critic; in fact, after using the beta training ground a few times, he also couldn't be bothered to trouble the student council with procedures to borrow the school's training grounds during vacation.

This time he came to attend the 【Central Trisen Academy Spring Training Staff Freshman Lecture】.

But not as a freshman attending the lecture.

Nor is he a senior training staff member giving a lecture on stage.

But rather an honorary consultant of the Security Department.