Chapter 1724: NO.338: Can you let me keep my character in check and not go OOC just once?

NO. 338: Can you let me keep my character in check and not go OOC just once?

What kind of chemical reaction would occur if a clever and lively person who had just emerged from gloom were to meet Aimu Zhiji, who also heard the same accompanying words?

Regarding this question, Aomo Lindun can come up with several answers.

And these answers often don't let him leave with peace of mind; he'll usually sneak a few glances from afar.

But——

Little Aomo doesn't care at all!

Even if he's thinking for his future self, he still has to consider what he can accept, do some restraint after exerting effort—that's his style.

Without a doubt, due to differences in personality and feelings, Little Aomo can understand but cannot accept Aomo Lindun's way of handling things.

Rather, he even harbors a bit of resentment.

Like 'Don't drag me in to resist pressure!' and such. Although they are the same person, and memory is unbroken, personality changes subtly, but if the cognitive distance between them is great enough, they can be seen as two completely different people.

Little Aomo and Aomo Lindun are exactly such a case where their dominant memories of each other are quite split, able to mock their own state—a higher‑version of Motis (x).

Although there are also age‑reduction methods that only regress the appearance under some people's hopes in the house, Aomo drank the original Ailisuzhi formula's youth potion. Thus it's easy to understand Little Aomo's displeasure at repeatedly being topped up with this appearance.

Especially, the intensity of the situation after being topped up keeps increasing step by step.

First, he has to deal with batch after batch of horse girls.

And now, approaching lunchtime, he has to wake those girlfriends from his memory who fought fiercely last night.

This makes his originally calm demeanor drift even further into a stagnant state.

But this situation is actually somewhat familiar to him.

Little Aomo is also somewhat accustomed to appearing in an era that isn't his own, and the earliest memory in this period is undoubtedly the day he acted together with the colleagues of Penguin Logistics.

That day also left him a deep impression—sleeping in the same bed with several women at a Texas home.

These women didn't mind crowding onto a big bed, sprawled haphazardly, each with their own style—indeed, it's hard to say they aren't familiar.

But with the indoor ventilation and mechanical cleaning functions working normally, the scattered clothes having been tidied up by the early‑recovered Holleya and badger, the scene before him is actually better than the original Texas home.

However, compared to the other women who haven't recovered, a drunkard and a certain newborn with obviously superhuman physique laze around in bed due to laziness, causing immeasurable bad influence on Little Aomo—oh, you've already seen that useless adult? Then it doesn't matter.

But no matter what, Little Aomo, while equally keen on observing various eccentric individuals, does not like to get involved among them.

Think about how, when dealing with these people, his vision is obscured so he can't see others' performances—this makes him anxious as if losing money every second.

However, this anxiety is also part of the familiarity—after all, Little Aomo a decade or so ago couldn't guarantee he could see everything of those being observed, and life also forced him to restrain some desires to prepare for the future.

And this preparation for the future inevitably involves the part connected to Sai Luo, Jie De, and the monsters—the same part Aomo Lindun wanted to handle last night but still lacks the bandwidth to do so.

After all, when there is leeway for control, young Aomo still prefers to let the Aomo puppet continue running outside, going to find contacts of those monster corporations to drink tea, alcohol, eat, and bathe—essentially an endless business‑social experience.

When it's inconvenient to be distracted, he just stays at a motel, then rides back on his long‑unused Beta motorcycle, roaming everywhere—like a manual version of Traveling Frog.

These accumulated contacts can be deployed immediately when the event wraps up, making everything go more smoothly!

It sounds quite realistic, but don't you think it's too grandiose and empty?

Of course, regardless of whether you think so, Little Aomo himself feels that way.

So when his mentality regressed and stabilized at ten years old, a certain humanoid puppet out on a business trip gathering contacts was recalled.

In contrast, the other two non‑humanoid avian and serpent puppets are still busy with tasks assigned under the humanoid puppets.

Yes, thanks to the high‑intensity social networking of the humanoid puppet under Aomo's control, it has already gathered some troubles, some past stories, and some investigations worrying that no one can fulfill, from dozens of corporate executives.

Some of these are clearly meant for you to act on, others are pure information sharing—whether to write about it is up to you—and someone happens to be adept at seizing opportunities, which will also set in motion the other two avian and reptilian puppets that originally only applied to specific‑occasion‑related tasks.

Not a bit idle, not a bit slack—if he were oppressing others he'd be a quintessential capitalist, but since he's oppressing himself, you can only sigh that this person truly works hard, even his juvenile form is no exception.

He still uses the signal diffusion of Gilbalis, following the trajectory of memory and habit, to employ the puppet‑control technique he never mastered back then.

It feels unfamiliar, yet very smooth.

So well‑practiced it seems he's rehearsed it hundreds of times, thus avoiding the need to overhaul the inertia of young Aomo's puppet schedule.

Thus, in a sense, this also constitutes the most fitting premise for the expected development.

——Having resolved the hidden danger of the clever and lively one, he drags the willing big girlfriends together for a meal, enduring a certain amount of teasing and playing; for a moment he can't tell whether his situation is that of a snake or a cat, why, despite his efforts, Little Aomo still has to become a woman's plaything, but he finally manages to reach his second‑favorite segment.

Work!

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What? You ask what my favorite is? Of course it's wandering around and looking everywhere!

Unfortunately, the time for wandering and looking is ultimately short; more often it's labor one must do to obtain the basis for action:

Training horse girls.

Following the clues of cooperation between the nearby monster test field and the Beast Cult.

Then training horse girls.

Because the puppet is convenient, the two can be done in parallel, yet no matter how convenient the puppet, there remains a disparity in the experience of work on both sides.

The overall ability of training horse girls should, like puppet control, remain undiminished for Little Aomo, yet he has to face the fact that in his youthful memory it's not very familiar, while in the mistaken‑time memory it's likewise the second time—horse girls' hands‑on, big embraces, special embraces, taking turns timing.

Although it sounds like something that would fit this year's zodiac symbolism, in reality it's just the literal meaning.

——Embracing the youth‑aged trainer seems to be becoming a standard reward setting within the team.

And it doesn't distinguish between the high‑school group and the adult group.

Even the clever and lively one, who ought to focus on figuring out how to make his future brighter after emerging from gloom, often passes by with some middle‑schoolers from other memories, covering his eyes with a blush‑like demeanor, watching this interaction, then applying for the right to try.

No? I'm here to work, what do you want? Like this, the little trainer and the youth trainer have synchronized in a strange place.

We're about to establish the three‑article agreement.

No treating the trainer as a nice‑feeling plush toy.

No treating the trainer as an oiling tool.

Furthermore, no taking the trainer as a real child into the women‑only area! Strictly speaking, real kids aren't allowed in there!!

Little Aomo's resident Clear Mirror Still Water Heart now faces the test of breaking its function.

This is also a possibility that only exists in the new era.