Chapter 1537: NO.152: So-called brothers, if you don't torment him, he'll torment you (Part 2)

NO. 152: So-called brothers, if you don't torment him, he'll torment you (Part 2)

In fact, Nishizaki Yutaka's words are still somewhat exaggerated.

The brainwave sensing function is not entirely an emergency function; after all, aside from the federation's races gifted in mental control and utilization, there are also ordinary admissions, ordinary teaching, and the ordinary cultivation of generation after generation of talents in the mental source ability specialty.

Graduates of this specialty tend to have hand atrophy, meaning they prefer using their brains over manual work, always handling everything with telekinesis, which makes people worry about Miss Dazhenhan's future.

Although horse girls call themselves horse girls, they ultimately live within human cultural circles; whether classified genetically or culturally, they cannot escape the realm of humanity.

Compared to mechanical life that has coexisted with humans for over a thousand years and still occasionally shows various abnormalities, thereby triggering panic in sensitive humans, horse girls are simply a minor branch split off from the major human lineage.

They are usually taught together in a single textbook unit with other demi-human races that have human blood.

It is worth mentioning that demons are also part of those demi-human races.

Furthermore, as one of the oldest, most common, and most diverse groups of races, they fortunately enjoy a separate academic division in the university's advanced knowledge curriculum.

Just as the corresponding fields of anthropology, history, and biology for humans are studied, their main pitch is a guaranteed job in the demon realm upon graduation, which countless students disdain.

Demon realm people are fine, but the demon realm area is bad; living there is often a test of life, so the application rate for this department in the mortal realm is generally unsatisfactory.

This also keeps demons mysterious in the public eye to this day, with Aomo Lindun being a recent prominent case—

——Even though he has exposure and discussion levels comparable to horse girls, there are still many inscrutable mysteries about him to this day.

Including but not limited to the number of demonized skin patches, magic reserves, and food consumption levels.

When people are idle, they become curious about everything, even the significance of the glowing crystal patterns on their bodies; a few fairy girlfriends can each post separately, then draw countless similar folks flocking in, only to leave disappointed.

Such posts are all like that—content is just idle chatter, with no leaks from apparent insiders, feeling even less informed than the leader of a fan support group.

But one can't help but a group of people always love to click on them.

Especially a certain specific group of transmigrants.

Monsters are known to them, horse girls are known to them, and even transmigrant girlfriends with complex backgrounds are known to them; the result is not always admiration and longing, but more often an anger born of jealousy.

Just as every public figure has fans as well as haters, although those people's haters can be divided into many varied categories, Aomo's haters here are unexpectedly unified.

For his subordinates the horse girls, for his girlfriends nearby, whether they are transmigrants who once treated him as a mere paper character or local horse girl fans, they each have their own fandom, yet also harbor hostility toward him in proportion to their support.

Such haters account for the majority of Aomo's haters, and after the four adult horse girls successively announced contracts with Aomo Lindun, this group's share among haters rose from 'majority' to 'overwhelming majority'.

It's practically a leap from mixed reviews to a flood of negative feedback—of course, this is still said within the framework of the entire hater category.

In fact, as someone with official promoters and hired professional teams, whose girlfriend is even the head of the fan club, Aomo's grasp of his own reputation is an intuitive statistical data.

A 70% approval rating, in other words, mostly positive feedback, has been the case for a long time without needing his attention.

But after today… no, I should say after the present situation passes, I'll have to notify the team to prepare for the surge that will come after several days of calm.

Gazing at the scene where Ling, Xintiaoxi, Qielienana, and Yishamala each sit on one side of a long sofa, while Bicuikes, Huo'erhaiya, and the raccoon dog squeeze onto one end of a sofa in the four‑person tribunal, Aomo alone pulls a plastic stool to sit, unsure whether he's in the jury box or the defendant's seat.

Or maybe anything could happen… Aomo feels his situation is like whatever 'reversal judge' game Bi Ze plays, from the first installment to the big reversal 2, overall showing a state where neither the witness stand nor the judge's bench is safe, and there's always a risk of being accused.

And as for this four‑person tribunal underway, each of the four judges also has some connection to it.

Either they are involved in alliances and counter‑alliances, either they turn a blind eye, either they act as equal mediators, or… they simply know nothing about the situation, just like those who turn a blind eye, and thus are inactive.

And as everyone knows, when something is happening and progressing, your inaction can also be held accountable.

So there probably isn't anyone innocent here—although I'd like to say that, Aomo's gaze inevitably falls on a certain horse girl sitting beside Yishamala, chewing on a green date.

Tianlangxing Xiangzheng

So why did you come along?

This question had already been asked when he earlier proposed it and the three successively agreed.

At that time, Tianlangxing Xiangzheng, who was trying to blend into the crowd unnoticed, gave a confident reply:

'I can't come?!'

That definitely can't be!

Next is the time to handle private matters concerning male‑female relations; even if you bring up the contract between the horse girl and the trainer, you cannot intrude into the private sphere.

Aomo then thought about how to refuse, but was cut off by the other party's immediate line, 'I also like you, isn't that okay?', which left him speechless.

It also left the three people beside him bewildered.

Aside from Huo'erhaiya looking thoughtful, Shihuaiya and the raccoon dog stared wide‑eyed.

Simply shameless! Can such words really be said so lightly and casually? —Shihuaiya

…… —raccoon dog

One is overly arrogant, the other overly insecure, yet both are a silent pair who might not manage to utter a confession even after a year and a half; seeing this casual click‑click, click‑big operation, it's practically a shock to their notions.

Of course, what they probably don't understand even more is Aomo's bland response:

'Oh, then just follow along.'

Then came a convenient, swift transfer that also deprived everyone of the chance to chat, organize their language, and gather their thoughts on the road.

The nefarious alien Mifeilas is also today carrying out nefarious deeds against you.

Although this direct route is supposed to be a battlefield, upon arrival it actually resembles a courtroom, and Tianlangxing Xiangzheng's actions then make Aomo anything but bland.

——She directly left that trio, ran over to the drowsy Yishamala, whose eyes widened a bit upon seeing Aomo appear, and she trotted over to hug the sofa where Yishamala was sitting.

Her sitting posture was like a general's relaxed stance.

Facing the strange gazes of Qi and the others already in place, she let out a cute 'hey' and started greeting, even more socially outrageous than a social terrorist, which made Ling first laugh heartily, then call over a wine gourd to ask if she wanted a drink.

She didn't want it, but don't think she was just being polite.

After all, her next move was the fruit platter on the furry table.

Meanwhile, over there, someone was tapping on their phone, causing Aomo's light screen and the Texas phone to light up, and Qi also pursed her lips in response from both sides.

Taking another glance at Tianlangxing Xiangzheng, who likewise pulled out a phone but seemed more to be playing with it, I didn't bother her.

I merely looked at the three people whom Ling and Texas had greeted and seated, then declared the court in session.

And this became the start of Aomo's multitasking, his mind wandering.

Using the power of the Civil Arbiter to go online and surf, while browsing doll‑craft theory, he also continued the nefarious alien's nefarious behavior.

Torture the brothers.

What? A specialized court?

Don't talk about these, let's discuss serious matters, let's discuss serious matters.