Chapter 1692: with translation of chapter title

NO. 307: He has the talent to unlock all achievements.

Although beach entertainment is relatively fixed, to the point that everyone's understanding of swimwear can form a fairly universal formula, the formula is still just a formula—it doesn't necessarily have to be maxed out on the first day, right?

Although many playmate-type friends only stay for a few days, or even just one or two days as a short vacation, Aomo's girlfriend and his subordinate horse girls are obviously permanent residents.

Not to mention the expenses that would pique the curiosity of a few brothers and colleagues, just the several hours of spontaneous activity beforehand had prepared fertile ground for the demon's fluke mentality—he felt he could let down his guard and worries and attend to other matters.

After all, applying sunscreen should be done at the start; if you want sun protection, you definitely prepare it from the beginning. Since several hours have passed without mention of it, Aomo simply assumed these ladies wanted some Shibuya-style tan lines.

Although everyone did this, it was somewhat unexpected.

But perhaps it's just some trend in women's circles… Although Aomo has a morbid desire for information gathering, he doesn't blindly accept everything wholeheartedly; unless he recently has a need to impersonate a woman, such information truly isn't on his radar.

However, as the saying goes, 'cleverness backfires'; the trust that habitual thinkers place in their thinking is itself a flaw, because humans cannot be omniscient, so unexpected things often arise uninvited.

It also caused Aomo Lindun, who lives thousands of li away in the southern district of Tianmen City, to fall silent mid-conversation, standing still in contemplation for several seconds before finally moving.

"…Turns out I don't really have the right to criticize others."

Such a remark was somewhat lacking in context; not to mention the analysts working around, even Chen beside him lifted his head to look.

"What did you gain?"

He, who harbors the word‑chewing monster Gagara within his body, normally has his senses synced with the monster's, allowing him to directly perceive emotions and thus be most attentive to them.

But precisely because of that—to those who cannot share that vision—he appears as a riddling sidekick no less enigmatic than Aomo, speaking only things nobody understands.

But of course, this 'everyone' does not include Aomo.

"Gain…" he replied with a sigh, "If feeling the limits of one's cognition in a moment of fatigue counts as a gain, then I suppose it is a gain."

Like Xiao Lu saying his career won't be long, that graduating from the rice bath equals leaving something behind—though he didn't elaborate much, he still felt inwardly that the idea was rather naïve, but…

At this moment, the main entity entrenched in this new interpersonal battleground can be described as mentally and physically exhausted.

Being able to break puppet control for a dozen seconds or so inevitably gives rise to a moment of clarity amid that painful‑yet‑pleasurable torment.

——Perhaps I won't even last until the next generation.

The eight horse girls, besides training, also throw tantrums and play tricks, which for a new trainer is truly an unprecedented ordeal.

Perhaps he should also get angry, truly adopt the attitude 'I'm here to train! What are you doing?!' and give these increasingly bold horse girls a lesson.

But he couldn't get past that mental hurdle.

After all, it's ultimately his own problem.

Instead of nipping the hidden danger in the bud at the start, he let it develop, using excuses like 'maintain stability' and 'can't cause trouble before the race'.

Although he doesn't regret it and doesn't think the approach is wrong, precisely because he believes it's not wrong, he must also accept the current development as fact.

After all, this is the natural cause and effect.

Having sown the cause with righteous confidence, he shouldn't adopt an attitude unrelated to himself to indirectly evade the result—the principle is that principle, the concept is that concept, but the weight behind it hasn't yet been truly internalized by a young person.

But this is something he ought to get used to.

After all, he still hasn't changed his mind, nor does he truly intend to preemptively pierce through all of this.

The classic year and Dream Cup of 'one meeting, one lifetime' still have a final match, so he ought to prepare for another round of these interpersonal entanglements and clashes; in that regard, the current sunscreen‑order tussle and the nervous excitement of actual work are comparatively mild.

Without a doubt.

Even if this time has already left him physically and mentally drained, the conflict tightly revolving around applying sunscreen is still the relatively mild and conservative option on this road.

Beyond that… even though Aomo has little exposure to those interpersonal factional struggles and stock‑market literary creations, there are plenty of real‑world examples from which he can glean a bit.

Having seen so much, when it finally falls to him to face it, perhaps he should also be glad that his past self never uttered the boast 'nothing like me'.

That's true; back then, his only job was to watch the excitement, broaden his horizons, analyze the situation—as for putting himself in the picture… what does an observer stand in for himself!

Back then, Aomo still felt such matters had nothing to do with him.

Nowadays, the childhood paper airplane has flown into his hand; opening it reveals a ridiculing book that is satire to the extreme.

Somewhat outdated.

Self‑inflicted conflict between past and future, and such, were trends of the Maruzen‑Suki generation; these terms are now dead language, so it's better to seal them in one's heart until a chance arises for a second spring.

So, looking back, his response to Chen in the present, grounded as it is, is also clear.

Yet all this thinking is a blank slate for that silent, brown‑skinned boy, since emotion is more immediate than thought, yet also vague and ambiguous.

But precisely by relying solely on sensing emotion, the boy can still see the changes in the emotional manifestation attached to Aomo's puppet.

From the previously extreme heaviness of fatigue, gradually some other luster appeared.

This also let him examine Aomo's answer and seize a key point within it.

"Just temporary?"

"After all, it's not the first time; before long he'll pull out the age‑appropriate obstinacy and favoritism again." Aomo said with a wry smile.

Anyone who thinks about the impact on the four newly signed horse girls, their training plans, and future development trajectories, and lies awake at night pulling their hair, should realize that the current situation isn't really anything.

However, it truly does hinder operations here.

In the main body, he is tormented because a few horse girls make subtle sounds or even twitch when applying sunscreen, posing a risk of impropriety.

He should have been able to effortlessly maintain multithreaded techniques, control puppets, and spare mental energy for surrogate thinking, but instead, under these start‑and‑jolt conditions, his reserves waver repeatedly, like a taut string about to snap, as he plays a high‑stakes game.

Nevertheless, no matter what, he persisted until the start of another training session.

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After merely giving himself another round of mental reinforcement in his mind and gradually calming down, no longer overwhelmed by the pessimistic thought 'If this continues, my career is over!', the optimistic mindset seized the upper hand in Aomo's thoughts with all its might.

Then…

Then there was no thereafter.

For the whole following day, Chen would constantly watch Aomo's puppet, experiencing occasional delays, stutters, and then disconnecting.

It's like in an online game where not only is the connection bad, but one often gets ganked by parents, cats, partners, kids, or even work calls—affecting one's teammates.