Chapter 1566: with translation of chapter title

Sometimes there are also very welcome surprises.

Can this be blamed on me?

If it weren't for the knowledge I have, you wouldn't be able to hold on right now.

In negotiations, what is usually mentioned first is the struggle for the initiative.

In real life, where expert duels are rare, grasping the initiative equals grasping the right to speak, sufficient to meet most of your negotiation needs.

Keeping this in mind, Ailisuzhi chose to feign researching test tubes from the start.

This was essentially a test; the result was a voice that popped out, not very calm, and the tone, upon hearing it, was unmistakably my own.

……

Of course, it could also be a troublesome woman with silver horns on her head and golden tear streaks in her eyes, but the speaker who actually appeared was indeed Ailisuzhi.

Moreover, it was Ailisuzhi in a lab white coat, sporting very obvious dark circles, explaining in a clearly pessimistic state why she had so readily given up the initiative earlier.

But this does not mean that her earlier dangerous act of not leaving the door and demanding the other party say 'please' was completely useless.

Because the negotiation hasn't ended.

Now, meeting face to face, is considered the formal stage of the negotiation.

Although she had confirmed beforehand that the crux was the id's rampage, and handling it should logically be assisting the superego to suppress it—after which the negotiation would be complete—there was largely no need for any negotiation.

But from the moment she descended here, even while still aloft, she had a doubt.

At first glance it looks like one side has already collapsed to the point of only being able to huddle in a corner; how did I remain stable?

She doesn't know much about psychology, nor about how mental confrontations manifest externally, but she clearly knows that if the superego gains absolute dominance, then when she seeks help from Chazuo, she probably couldn't maintain such calm.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Do you know what the situation is now!"

That doubt remains unanswered even now, yet it seems as if there is already a verification answer.

When she truly met the other party, she seemed like someone who had stayed up late until slightly neurotic—calm at first, then bursting into loud curses, directly revealing the big-and-small eye expressions she usually finds hard to make, even if the answer were written on her facial art.

"Isn't it just that you were cornered by the superego? I'm actually curious how stupid you have to be to cause this situation—normally isn't desire overriding reason?"

How has it now become as if reason wants to exterminate desire completely?

"How dare you ask! Isn't that just your damn problem!"

The id's Suzi directly poked her collarbone with a raised hand, almost wearing an expression of choosing someone to devour.

"It's you leaving that desire unattended, letting it directly contaminate me and her; now there's no id or superego, only that crazy woman trying to seize the guinea pig in an even more outrageous way!"

The woman seemed to get angrier the more she spoke, so she simply turned away, grabbed an injection from the table and jabbed it into herself, instantly calming considerably, then pulled over a computer chair and sat down.

Ailisuzhi merely stayed silent for a few seconds, then her expression became subtle.

"Then why would I want to come?"

Although she had anticipated it, this scene actually happening still feels somewhat awkward, making her unable to help wondering whether the guinea pig had considered this situation.

"Because I sent a distress signal," the woman said, swiping the screen, turning her head to ask, "Can you make that guy go crazy and give it a shot with that foolish idea?"

"Foolish? I suspect she would arrange things very thoroughly."

"Thorough? Hah, she doesn't care about others, nor about running, and you call that thorough?"

People indeed laugh when extremely speechless; the id's Suzi had never before understood this saying in this way.

"It doesn't sound very superego-like at all, not social in the slightest." Ailisuzhi rubbed her chin.

"Still thinking about that useless theory? I'm asking how confident you are in your own social norms, ethics, morals, and values."

"..." That question left her speechless.

"In others' personality structures, the superego is the moral branch, a virtue for which one strives; then…… what is your morality for? Does your virtue match the world's definition?"

"Alright, then let's discuss what to do."

She didn't need to hesitate even a second; it was so fast it seemed to skip thought, Ailisuzhi clapped her hands, cutting off the other party's possible self-explanation of the truth.

She wasn't truly without consideration; she just pretended to be clueless, which most efficiently let the other party lay out evidence one after another, but that goes without saying.

Really making herself backstab herself, she could no longer afford to pretend to be clueless.

The urgent task is indeed to swiftly deal with this most absurd development; who knows if that equally dark guinea pig guy is lurking remotely or even on-site?

——

"Oh dear, just in time to be interrupted here."

At the same moment, in the swimming training hall, Aomo regrettably tapped the virtual keyboard, blindly typing, his eyes still fixed on the small screen lifted by the Beast King.

"Regrettably, I still wanted to hear Suzi list her sins herself."

He had even just wanted to ask the Beast King if it had a screen-recording function, after all, in this moment when neither Pang nor Aizhi could sense anything, the demon's built-in external recording equipment wasn't very useful.

If only Aizhi and Pang were present, he would simply have the Beast King appear; unfortunately, there are many students at this swimming venue, and they're quite enthusiastic.

While training here, they stare unblinking, endlessly; while resting here, it's one after another of admiration, encouragement, supplications—the sports drinks and energy supplements Aomo prepared for the girls are indeed being consumed normally, but the various condolences piled up beside him have already become a small hill.

Let's look back and check slowly; at first, Pang intended to drink it straight away, but both he and Aizhi stopped him simultaneously.

Although he doesn't think the students under the central school's ethos could have any malice, seeing that the competition time is not far off, he also awaits good news that an organization fond of playing dirty will be dealt with, and Aomo feels that vigilance at times like this is still warranted.

As for that, a certain indifferent Beast King merely kept maintaining the display.

"Perhaps it noticed."

Also, he gave a casual comment.

"Ailisuzhi is always perceptive."

"I think even if she weren't perceptive, she could still infer I'm watching, after all I usually look like this," Aomo complained, "and for someone who does experiments, how lacking could their logical reasoning be?"

"Indeed, but I still want to ask, does this really help your training?"

The Beast King turned his head to look at him: "Feeling, it's simply to satisfy a personal hobby."

"What personal hobby," Aomo, who had just seen this scene not long ago, warned, "this isn't insurance for Suzi? If she messes up, you'll directly intervene!"

"Do you think she'll handle it poorly?"

The Beast King's doubtful expression did not lessen: "My help should be outside your expectations, but if I weren't here, how would you plan to stay safe?"

What's there to be safe about? I've already moved the Chazuo past; I only doubt she can't find the battlefield, never doubting she'd lose there… Aomo thought this in his heart, but he couldn't say it out.

Saying it would undermine the reasonableness of this observation.

This guy's chance to voluntarily come help is once in a lifetime.

Even if the training plan he arranged for his racehorse girls is already perfect and tight, to the point that temporarily changing the plan or simply adding content is an uncertain gamble on efficiency… he also needs to find a reason to keep this guy around first.

But we can't say there's nothing that needs Him.

After all, this Paru entry is extremely precious, and this could be called a windfall development—though it's unusually unexpected, it's not without traces to follow.

He clearly knows he must start thanking from those two Ultra Warriors.