Chapter 1464: NO. 79: Two Considerate People

NO. 79: Two Considerate People

In fact, the vast majority of work exhibits a duality of being overwhelmingly busy and idle, and this is especially true for managerial positions.

For example, the position of office director.

If you insist on doing everything yourself, it becomes an inescapable life sentence; but if you can afford to be a hands-off manager, then it is undoubtedly a cushy job.

Aomo Lindun, the office director, and the director of the Grey Crow Office form a contrast as described above.

Although they have known each other for over half a year and have met only a handful of times, each time they meet, Aomo feels a largely unchanged impression:

This lady is truly relaxed and content.

For a demon, meeting after a gap naturally entails a round of observation.

In this segment, shoes, hats, pants and skirts, as well as the other's subtle expressions and movements, and even the overall temperament constructed from their attire—everything—serves as an indication.

By following this traceable display, one can always stay a step ahead in understanding the other's recent situation, gain an advantage in subsequent communication, and avoid much trouble.

However, after seeing the symbol of Sirius, everyone also knows this method is not always effective.

At least when the other's state is completely out of control, such chaotic and ineffective communication is unavoidable.

But in fact, rather than saying this happens when facing a loss of control,

it is more accurate to say that when facing someone with a more extreme situation, it always happens this way.

For example, this Commander Miss.

Every time he meets her, he can always catch a hint of an exceptionally rare sense of relaxation around her, as if she could always go about her business nonchalantly, and having grown accustomed to that, she now possesses a demeanor identical to that of Bi Ze from a year ago.

Or perhaps a more recent, more intimate example would be Ling.

Even after becoming Aomo's girlfriend, Ling did not, like many women in the heat of romance, fuss over schedules to spend time with her boyfriend during idle moments; instead, her lazy demeanor surpassed before—either 'drunk' or sleeping—often prompting family members to urge Aomo to keep an eye on this middle-aged unmarried woman who drinks all day and dreams.

What could Aomo possibly manage?

Rather, in front of Aomo she becomes even more extreme, lazy to the point of being a lump, her slacker attitude even resembling the two‑headed figure known as Dragon Bubbles in Rhodes Island Company's culture, though with family she does restrain herself a bit.

At this point, don't think about balancing both sides; the demon knows that only when his girlfriend is idle and not causing trouble should he secretly rejoice—if he gives her something to do, she will surely make him suffer.

The various memories in his dream remain vivid, so he naturally brushes those words aside as idle talk, and frankly speaking……

Hanging a humanoid Dragon Bubbles on the bed or sofa is also quite nice.

Occasionally, when tired, he goes over to hug and sleep; her well‑proportioned figure and the bodily fragrance always mixed with alcohol make her an excellent pillow, and even without deliberately using source energy to hasten sleep, she can naturally calm the mind.

The trouble comes when waking up.

Either being woken up in the middle and meeting a stare from a pair of dark‑red eyes,

or, in the near‑suffocating embrace before and after, clearly feeling the harshness of karmic retribution.

When you treat someone as a pillow, you also become someone else's pillow, even a shared pillow for several people!

Actually cruel!

But that's digressing; regardless of status, thinking of other women when meeting a lady is impolite, especially this time, when the other's overly neat tie seems to have been tied by someone else, and the meticulous traces suggest yet another woman.

"I hope I haven't disturbed your valuable time, Commander Miss."

A tie that clashes with the somewhat untidy cuffs and collar, as if hastily thrown on over a coat, paired with her whole outfit emphasizing a neutral masculine aura, Aomo can easily see that this lady still maintains a relaxed, lazy attitude in small details, having made at least a nominal formal preparation.

And this preparation is clearly not for herself.

This makes his usual courtesy lean a bit more, and also makes the other party awkwardly wave her hand:

"Where does this precious/not‑precious talk come from? I'm always free; it's just that today I happened to clash with some arrangements."

"An abrupt disturbance naturally calls for an apology; I think the dining arrangement this time should also have been you and that lady together."

Aomo asked, glancing his gaze toward the pillar behind and to the side of her.

There, a black‑haired girl with twin tails was peeking out, the bangs on her forehead having less dye than Aomo remembered.

"Uh…" The director obviously hadn't had her everyday laziness wear away her accumulated alertness; upon hearing this, she immediately noticed the subtle shift in Aomo's gaze.

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her head and caught sight of the girl behind the pillar at a glance.

"This is truly a great sin."

At the moment she saw her, the young man opposite her spoke softly, then added: "Just invite her over, Miss; there's no need to be overly secretive about this."

He could see that the director had not concealed the schedule from Miss Lucia; he had come alone out of concern that Aomo might need confidentiality on his side, which instead left him somewhat flustered.

"Eh? No need to be too secretive?"

"Yes," Aomo nodded, "let her come over, and then bring out your device."

"I originally intended to settle this quickly; after borrowing it I would not disturb your schedules any further, and I hope you both can put this matter behind you and not worry about it."

"Then that's just—"

"It's not saying secrecy is needed; I just don't want to affect your enjoyment of the holiday."

"Long time no see, Miss Lucia."

He interrupted her with a quicker explanation, then immediately greeted the black‑haired girl who was timidly approaching.

"Long time no see, Mr. Lindun."

Although they have met four times, this girl named Light always interacts with him with a somewhat aloof demeanor.

This feeling is not unfamiliar; over these months Aomo has also attended many banquets and greatly expanded his social circle, and he has often seen this sort of aloofness stemming from sensitivity and lack of desire.

He didn't mind it either; he simply called for the waiter to add another set of chopsticks, then got straight to the point without discussing the girl's odd manner of appearance.

"At the end of the day it's just to contact someone from another world; there's no need to hide that purpose, but this dinner invitation really messed up both of your schedules, so I ought to apologize."

"It's just a meal; we're not busy with anything heavy—"

"Miss, forgive my boldness, is the device ready?"

Before the girl seated cautiously at the side could lose her hopeful look, Aomo tapped his finger on the glass edge of the table.

"Although secrecy isn't required, my urgency is genuine, after all this concerns me and my horse girls."

"Of course it's ready!"

This department head nimbly produced a palm-sized mechanical device from his hand, immediately picking it up to debug, saying:

"Just as I said online before, there's no need to pick occasions or times, using it causes no disturbance, after all it's just simulating a dimension rise—so can you get used to that state?"

"Going from three dimensions to four is easy to get confused about, Qishi… uh, the person who designed it said that, and Li also agrees with her words."

"I only plan to use it to make a call, and I've also heard of Miss Qishi."

Even knowing she's a member of the Bopang netizens, through Bopang's description, it can be considered a mutual recognition in some sense.

"Really just a phone call?"

She obviously thought Aomo's initial remark was just an excuse for a hidden motive, and upon hearing Aomo stress this again she couldn't help but scratch her head.

"Then I'll open it? Just try extending your consciousness into it; for you locals it shouldn't be hard."

"Yes, please wait."

The transmission of consciousness had no delay; suddenly Aomo, who had arrived at the desk from the dining table, surveyed the bookshelf filled with books, then turned his gaze to the book placed in the center.

Each character on it was quite ordinary, yet it possessed a depth that made him stare for a long time, as if he could see the cross‑section of every stroke.

And the message he activated at this moment came straight from the next page of that book:

【Connecting, please wait… connection completed】

"?"

The obvious fluctuation conveyed a feeling of doubt, especially clear in its message form.

"Beast King?"

"It's me. Which Aomo Lindun are you? The chief?"

Likewise, in the mental communication, the other's reply was very quick and steady, without the slightest hesitation that had made speaking difficult at first.

"How many contact methods do you have for Aomo Lindun? I'm the one you gave a card to."

"I never paid attention…… who else did you give a card to? Which one? Ta'ertaluosi?"

"Hei'an Telija, Ka'ermila, you still have qq life forms, huh?"

"……It's really you… indeed, it must be you……"

"You're still a loose card kid?"

"You contacted me for this kind of problem?"

"I contacted you to ask what you're doing."

"Being questioned."

"By whom?"

"Police."

"Come find me quickly; my manifestation time is limited…… and these people can't get to the point at all, they don't listen to what I say, and they even threaten me to shut down the information."

"Threatening you? He didn't have time to exclaim how daring that was; he already heard that the time was limited."

"Where are you?"

"New Capital District Police Station."

"Any more details?"

New Capital District isn't exactly a rare administrative division name.

"…Bixiketuxe·Shihuaiya, go find…" "Sizzle……"

{Connecting, please wait… connection failed}

"……"