Chapter 1443: NO. 59: Ah, a cosmic country bumpkin

NO. 59: Ah, a cosmic country bumpkin.

Some things, though I know them clearly in my heart, I still need to make a fuss before I can resign myself.

Some actions only feel right when you do the opposite of what others say.

But reality doesn't care what you think; it stands there coldly, waiting until you finally have to look at it, lest you fall into the hopeless delusion of ignoring reality.

Zhouri Ningjing is naturally savable.

She merely suffers from a bit of paranoia, because she has so little that she overvalues it, always feeling that others are coveting her most precious little thing.

When interacting with others, she rarely laughs.

Although she rarely laughs, she is not prone to flying into a rage.

Regarding this speculation, Aomo is quite confident, for he has also received different-angle accounts and opinions from Chazuo, Lu Daofu, and Qianming, enough to piece together a profile that can verify the guess.

Although when it comes to people older than himself, his guesses are never very confident; he always doubts that his understanding, derived from his experience, is insufficient to become the subtle traces that rewrite reality.

But only Zhouri Ningjing, only her exemplary spirit, can always let him regain a bit of confidence that still has something worthwhile.

Basic principles are always understandable.

Workplace logic also always applies.

Over the past few months, he has experienced more urgent matters and also different outward manifestations in love.

Although it's still not enough to fully depict everything in each field, at least it's no longer the blank slate it once was—blank to the point of leaving no room even to try to understand.

This time now counts as his first attempt since gaining his harvest.

He hides boldness within the 'irresponsible supposition,' packages it into a 'speculation,' and then, amid that uncertain excitement, gains verification from both sides.

It is like using a dream as a stage, releasing all mental toxins to innovate a further training method for reality—still incomplete, a single success is not enough to count as a Q. E. D proof.

But regardless of the final outcome, he must admit he is still a young person.

He will rejoice at the success of the initial trial, and the excitement in his heart, even if deliberately restrained, will still inevitably show fluctuations.

"What happened? Anything to be happy about?"

"What's there to be happy about working overtime? What are you saying, Sai… Ling Sang?"

Before the security checkpoint where one could be let through only after showing an ID badge bearing the name of Yi He Li, Sai Luo was met with Xiqian Feng's unfriendly reply, and he turned his head in some confusion.

He looked at that, which in his perception was clearly a demon far more active than usual.

"None?"

"Yes, but it's limited to individuals; feel free to share specifics later." That remark made Xiqian Feng's doubtful Aomo chuckle lightly, then he pointed to the far end of the hall corridor, saying, "Right now the focus should still be the action itself."

"That's fine, too~" Sai Luo, not being obstinate, crossed his arms, nodded, then looked at Xiqian Feng, "Are you sure you're here? Getting this wrong would be quite a hassle."

"Just don't get bigger."

Zhouri Ningjing's impatient voice came through everyone's earpieces in unison.

"As long as you don't get bigger, or even better, don't reveal your true form, who could find you?"

"Although strictly speaking everyone registered from the start, so a check would turn it up," Xiqian Feng shrugged, "but with just this bit of evidence, they dare not make a fuss."

"Is it because everyone is famous?"

"You can still think of that?" SS exclaimed in surprise.

In her impression, these Ultramen are nowhere near as adaptable to Earth as most aliens.

Unable to adapt to human society, also unable to grasp human scheming, each seems to come from some pure‑innocent naïve world——

——It's not wrong to say so, but calling a highly developed civilization 'naïve' is still a bit arbitrary; at least they didn't understand at first simply because they didn't need to, and once they do, their comprehension is far stronger than that of most humans.

These days Aomo often sees Sai Luo chattering in the group about his online surfing experiences, which are changing by the day.

He feels that in just two days he'll be able to discuss with Bi Ze what 'unsevered karmic ties' and 'the golden sea exhausted' mean.

"I've been studying these days; the materials Aomo gave also include cases of humans using their fame via celebrities."

"?"

"What the heck are you teaching others?!"

"It's not in the required curriculum; I just slipped it in for anyone interested to look at—useful or not."

He felt that this questioning voice was familiar to Aomo, but he didn't bother much with Zhouri Ningjing.

He merely scanned each person passing through the corridor; his keen sight, even with glasses, still made every person under his gaze feel an inexplicable chill.

He felt the art gallery's air conditioning was insufficient, or perhaps the early spring chill of the south was too biting.

"Maybe next time I should get a new full‑cover armor skinsuit," Aomo sighed after having observed everything in his current field of view, "I didn't expect this formal art exhibition to have so many oddly dressed cosplay enthusiasts; if we each got a set, the start might go more smoothly."

"Isn't that unnecessary?" Xiqian Feng replied, glancing back at both sides, "Isn't it counter‑measure? To treat someone with their own method."

Since the other side dares to warn with underhanded means, trying to stir up Xiqian Feng's behind‑the‑scenes rivals and black‑fan attacks, this side also dares to march straight to your doorstep.

They don't intend to leave evidence, yet aside from Sai Luo, everyone else registered under their real names.

What they want is for the other side to suffer a dumb loss—naming someone outright when evidence is lacking would only backfire, boosting the popularity of Xiqian Feng and Aomo.

This was Aomo's suggestion, which Zhouri Ningjing praised with her sharp sarcasm, and it also spurred Xiqian Feng, the person involved, to clench his fists, eager to act at once.

It's easy to see that, although the ex‑girlfriend is an ex‑girlfriend, their relationship isn't the lingering, tangled sort people usually imagine; rather, it's as Aomo initially judged from looking at those video photos——

——there's hardly any positive feeling, just a hint of mockery directed at her.

If handed to paparazzi fan‑fiction, there would be plenty to write about, and with some internet monsters and malicious rivals added, it would surely cause trouble for Xiqian Feng.

It would also bring trouble to the association's publicity department that supports and promotes Xiqian Feng.

But before the AI Three Goddesses, those are just minor problems.

After all, this isn't just suppression by strong AI in hardware and wealth; it's also that the horse‑racing domain's webpage is under their trio's control, amounting to a home‑field advantage.

But this itself isn't worth boasting about, after all everyone can see it doesn't even amount to an attack.

He specifically sent it to the association's customer service channel, then transferred to a human agent and landed on the Inquiry Committee's desk; the warning's meaning is clear enough—it's mainly hoping Xiqian Feng will be honest himself and not cause everyone displeasure.

As a standard neon gold, he should now shrink back according to the mood.

Your every move is being watched—how dare you continue?

Besides, you have nothing to do with those horse girls, and as a well-known trainer who's busy day in and day out, there's absolutely no need to wade into this muddy water.

The person issuing this warning is probably also behind on the news.

I never expected Xiqian Feng to have gained so many juniors and friends lately.

Among them happens to be an office mercenary who isn't very serious about his regular job and is more familiar with this kind of work.

And this office mercenary can even call in friends to bring out more heavyweight athletes who have nothing better to do.

If you're only realizing this now, it might be a bit late.

Zhouri Ningjing has already traversed every network passage in the venue in spirit form, and both the target and the route have been synced to each of the three people on-site's terminals.

Quick battle, quick decision—there's still training this afternoon.

The twelve-minute limited-time lightning battle was already over the moment it was decided.