Chapter 1675: with translation of chapter title

NO．290：It is also a kind of endurance training.

Although outings with girlfriends, partners, and horse girls cannot be considered social engagements, nor can they be called social engagements, the principle of itinerary planning should be universal.

First, considering that the official summer training camp will start in a few days, you should first go to placate the women other than the horse girls, and seize the time to fulfill their wish to go with you.

Among Xīntiáo Xī, Dékèsàsī, Shīhuáiyǎ, Qiēliènínā, Huòěrhǎiyǎ, Hé, and Lìng, who did he choose?

Lìng and Hé.

This is undoubtedly the choice with the most question marks.

Whether it's Lìng who can roam freely in dreams, or Hé, who like Huòěrhǎiyǎ is also a member of the agency and can rely on work segments to never lack opportunities to interact, the idea of a date is not particularly urgent for either.

Compared to the others on the list, these two's attitude toward going out can hardly be called anything but passive; they'd just as soon find a snack street and a warm sleeping spot to idle away for days.

Of course, adding Aomo while idling makes it even more bliss.

It's just not urgent, after all even the summer training camp isn't something you can completely escape from, and the moments when you can temporarily break free are precisely the opportunity.

Because of his position, Hé, who understands Aomo very well from a work perspective, also knows that this man will make time for mercenary work himself.

When that time comes, whether it's Sister Yāyā or myself, we can directly join.

Although doing so would similarly have Aomo put them on vacation status and reimburse part of their expenses to come to Heaven Gate City as Gui She, Shíjià, and Chén, they could easily be summoned midway, disrupting the atmosphere here, but that wouldn't be impossible.

Everyone indeed hasn't gathered together to act in a long time.

Hé, whose inner void has already been filled, feels no panic or urgency about the future, after all, beast controllers can share their years with beasts.

She, who can revive after five thousand years, naturally has the patience to accompany the demon whose lifespan ought to be similarly not low.

But she was still chosen.

Together with Lìng, Aomo's choice looks like choosing to save a cat between putting out a fire and saving a person.

But everyone's mind isn't as anxious as it would be about a fire, and this is precisely one of the references Aomo used to make his choice.

None of them are desperately impatient, and they all ought to know that everyone harbors the same thought; such a female team, instead of privately deciding winners and order, seems to hand the choice over to oneself without a word— the demon knows, this is a trial.

It's like a certain genre that doesn't let up, with countless branching paths in a niche, making it unclear which route a random choice will lead to, or what ending one will reach.

Of course, considering that among them are several girlfriends who have been cohabiting for not a short time, this also means the trial has an easy mode.

Choosing them is acceptable by common sense and by morality, though it may bring dissatisfaction to some; naturally one can get through the trial relatively peacefully while slightly provoking the dissatisfaction of the girlfriends who weren't chosen.

Normally, such an easy-mode choice would be the best result, but the demon's true choice is actually— Manchester Chazuo.

Yes.

What he truly chose is actually a child who ought to be placed lowest in priority.

One of the main points of the summer camp, one of the most obedient children, one of the least urgent children, and one of the children who shows the least possessiveness.

Being one of these four ought to make her a good child who needs the least worrying, allowing you to appropriately shift your concern away from her, and even prioritize removing her from the decision of 'who to go out and play with'.

But, just because a child is obedient doesn't mean you can deprive her of the care she deserves.

Moreover, Aomo knows that child's favorite outdoor activity is mountain climbing, and every time he invites himself, it's always toward those famous peaks.

Mountain climbing is a very good item.

Its goodness lies in the fact that some people will shake their heads at the mention of mountain climbing, easily weeding out a bunch of 'pursuers'; even better, in Heaven Gate City there is only one mountain worth climbing, which towers into the clouds, with an extreme temperature difference between base and summit, and can also weed out a large number of cold-averse 'pursuers'.

Finally—

He knows there is a corporate executive on that mountain whom he ought to visit, someone he had planned to see last before coming to Heaven Gate City.

Now, the time is about right.

When he called that child's name, and in her astonished then delighted gaze responded with that confirmation, whether it was the girlfriends or the adult group of horse girls, they could only be speechless after their surprise.

Everyone is no stranger; although Manchester Chazuo's inner self is somewhat extraordinary, it still falls within the category of a child in everyone's hearts.

Why fight over a child?

Moreover, I really don't want to go mountain climbing.

Or rather, climb a high-altitude mountain that gets colder the higher you go.

Even with excellent temperature-regulating clothing, drugs that help maintain constant temperature, and yuan energy arts, I still don't want to go.

At a glance, even Yīshāmālā and Huòěrhǎiyǎ have withdrawn, but Dékèsàsī's withdrawal surprised Aomo, and after feeling a warm heart, he welcomed the hesitant Hé raising a hand and Lìng asking, 'Can I bring someone along?'

Yes.

Rather than saying Aomo chose these two, it's more like Aomo filtered them out.

However, Aomo's own estimate was that it would be the two of them plus Texas's three-person team plus Chazuo and himself, but Texas instead voluntarily withdrew, while Lìng actually wanted to bring someone.

Who is that person?

Although Aomo had some guesses in mind, he felt that whoever it was wouldn't be surprising, and he had even prepared himself mentally for possibly eating hot pot on the mountainside today— the result……

"What are you looking at?"

This person, dressed fairly solidly yet also somewhat thin despite that solidness, the big shot of the painting, gave him a blunt stare.

"Pretending not to know each other now is really too late," that stare is truly familiar, letting Aomo recall how many times he's seen this evening face since they met— "Even in Brother Zhong Yue's eyes, we ought to have met a few times."

"Yeah, Xiao Xi, I even know you've been looking for Aomo to collaborate on that whatever doujinshi~" Lìng also chimed in with a laugh from the side.

"Sister Lìng~!" would elicit that unhappy, drawn-out whiny voice, causing Hé and Chazuo, who were setting down cups not far away, to turn their heads.

"Alright, stop staring at Aomo, it's not what he said; it's something Shǔ found while tidying your room and pulling from the shelf—I find the style of those sentences really familiar."

"You're not that Jié guy, why fixate on the text… uh…" Like choking on a thought, Xī looked speechlessly at the smiling Lìng and turned his head to Aomo beside him, waving his hand.

"Alright, alright, don't brag to me about how much he's written for you, and he can't even sneak a peek at me—go show off to her other girlfriends."

"This isn't my intention either, it's just that you, Xiao Xi, are too sensitive~"

Lìng generously took a gulp of wine, while Aomo had already turned to the table side to fetch a cup.

"I've been dragged out of my warm blanket to this kind of place! What's with talking about training the body—there's no way hard‑climbing this mountain trains the body!? Why grab me and not Niān?"

"You really don't know?" Aomo asked, handing over a cup of tea.

Who, despite being an annual piece, has a physique worse than an ordinary person?

He didn't even glance at himself—after fully turning into a human, his physical condition was still flawless, and even when shooting high‑difficulty movie actions he didn't need a stunt double; he could do it in one take straight away, that big brother.

Then, when someone was asked, they fell silent for a moment, and immediately their hand, quick yet fairly steady, snatched the hot tea.

"…Shut up."

Mm, they didn't forget to add this sentence.