Chapter 250

NO．12：Early Tutorial on Humans Domesticating Aliens

Do you remember, Aomo once had a conversation with Qianming's representative on a bench?

"After all, they're a umastagram celebrity, young yet skilled at managing and showcasing their advantages in appearance and voice."

This is exactly his evaluation of Zhen Jiling.

Although some time has passed, that time is still not long enough to render the evaluation obsolete.

Aomo's account follows many horse girls, and he doesn't have the mindset of 'I don't look at overly popular people,' so naturally, Zhen Jiling's new posts appear in his feed refresh.

And when you carefully observe those posts, you will discover a fact.

——Those posts not only lack hateful comments, but even the posts themselves have an exceptionally clear structure.

Their optimistic, cheerful, and concise style is consistently maintained, far surpassing many public figures who treat their accounts as emotional vents, even including internet celebrity streamers.

Zhen Jiling's family background is quite ordinary; her relatives even came to the central office to apply for staff positions just to protect and watch over her, meaning she has no team behind her.

Relying on one person's ability to operate an account with over a million followers, they crafted umastagram's top 'selfie angel' image, and the girl who achieved this is merely a ninth-grade student.

"Do you know Karen, Trainer? Are you a fan of Karen?"

She asked, her finger gently poking her cheek; due to the height difference, she could only look up at an angle, her gaze carrying a pitiful vulnerability, the action somewhat deliberate, but seeing Bi Ze's flustered expression beside her was enough to show the extent of her grasp.

Schemes are nothing but conspiracies and overt strategies; the latter is always considered the righteous path, and even if you know the other's intentions, it is equally hard to refuse.

That's like……what evil thoughts could a cute little cat have?

Zhen Jiling is just such a cute little cat, her pair of light purple eyes full of innocence.

But there may still be one or two kinds of people in this world who are unmoved by a cat's cuteness.

"I know her." Aomo's response was quite calm.

Although being approached by her was unexpected, he wouldn't linger in that emotion for long.

In the span of this question and answer, he had already returned to his usual state.

It was on the student roster prepared by the secretary for the trainer.

"Huh? Not a fan?"

The 'blade' that should have been set aside was still being held, adjusting the trajectory.

The grey-haired cute little girl blinked, as if demanding Aomo acknowledge something.

But she probably didn't expect the 'puppet' beside the target to suddenly speak.

"Well, my brother is especially serious about proper matters; Miss Karen, please rest assured, I am your fan!!"

That statement is probably true.

Although Bi Ze initially pointed out where the other party's crowd was, he was embarrassed to not even recognize who specifically, but this guy is indeed very active on Umastagram, so there's no reason not to follow Zhenjiling, who often posts cute selfies and cheeky tweets.

Rather, such an account exuding high-quality underage horse-girl female charm is basically a sure kill for that wallet dd.

Normally, Aomo would kick this jerk, but this time he has to praise the cleverness of this nerve blade.

"... Thank you for your support."

From his response being half a beat slow, one could hear his reluctance; Aomo again recalled that he had the alien dispatch skill, last used when he first made contact with David.

After becoming acquaintances with the Edge Runner Agency these days, he thought this move would be shelved, but now it seems it could have a second spring.

"Easy, easy, but Miss Karen, did you come over because you encountered some trouble? Well, I mean… is there anything we can do?"

Don't add the plural 'men', okay?

Aliens are a double-edged sword; when Aomo realized this fact, he had already locked eyes with Dong Shangbian Ge beside him, seeing that they both had some helplessness in their existence.

"Sorry, is this a bit troublesome?" The little witch said apologetically with hands clasped; although finding the trainer was her idea, Karen's greeting made her feel a bit abrupt.

She also wasn't blinded by 'cute' for everyone; although she didn't think her companions' actions had any deep-seated impropriety.

"Why not, I think you should be interested in the Magic Staff."

"Yes yes!" The pointed hat shook up and down quickly; Dong Shangbian Ge already recalled why the other looked familiar.

The horse girl striving to become a witch naturally wouldn't miss the initial rumor that the school's 'black witch' Ailisuzhi had summoned a 'demon', nor the later variations, evolutions, and gradual clarification of the truth—not far from the fact.

The difference between demons and devil-people is merely a higher proportion of 'human'.

For Dong Shangbian Ge, this isn't a flaw but a plus, after all the petite trainee witch isn't ready to face a true demon yet.

Thus, it's obvious she is no less excited than Bi Ze right now.

The meeting between the trainee witch and the devil-person was like the legendary opening of the witch story her grandmother told, but she didn't have Bi Ze's level of feverish excitement.

"Could I ask Trainer Linton for some reference opinions?" She still remembered why she came: to pick an excellent staff for her companion.

Although the horse girl who hasn't yet entered career races isn't qualified to talk about prize money, she and Zhenjiling are indeed class enemies of the Jewelgrass Cross.

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The former has a witch grandmother who holds a color-rank position at the Clock Tower, so her lineage is far from straitened.

The latter may have an ordinary background, but an account with over a million fans can reap huge profits with simple operation; even if Zhenjiling is steady and rational, far from exploiting fans, the earnings are still astonishing.

Getting a Magic Staff is also easy.

"Of course, I guess Zhenjiling schoolmate probably wants to further display the cute magical girl type." Aomo said, and then saw Dong Shangbian Ge's expression become subtle, then she lowered her head slightly, hesitating.

Her hesitant look didn't seem like she wanted to make up for misspeaking; it seemed like…… Aomo glanced at her flushed face, rummaging through his memory folder.

Dong Shangbian Ge, 15, a horse girl skilled at middle distance, quite knowledgeable in magical source energy, uh… a middle-school magic practitioner; thinking back on his own words just now, Aomo found some continuity.

Thus he gently said: "Miss Dong Shangbian Ge, if you're interested, I can also suggest it."

"Good… okay! Thank you very much!" The words barely squeezed out from between her teeth made Aomo unable to help laughing.

Clearly, the dream of a magical girl is something even ordinary girls do; at this age it's completely understandable, and even Zhenjiling would think of maximizing her cuteness to come prepare, but this girl who truly studies the demonic arts instead feels immensely ashamed.

This is probably the difficulty of professionals.

But when the talk got to this point, looking back, Aomo saw Bi Ze glaring at him, while Zhenjiling beside him was smiling brightly at him.

"…" Aomo fell silent, gave a slight nod to the latter, "Please state the specific request, Zhenjiling schoolmate."

Eh, won't that be too much trouble for the trainer?

'Worrying for the horse girls is what a trainer ought to do,' Aomo, who could already vaguely anticipate what they'd say, replied calmly, 'And besides, they're two cute little girls.'

Cute and young—what a perfect disguise, and it lets Aomo make use of their 'weapon'.

Hey hey hey! You weren't saying that before!

So, aliens are a double-edged sword.

At that moment, a sorcerer nearby watched this combination, feeling resentful, stepped forward, wanting to pull a more formal excuse to start a quarrel and get this side banned from making noise.

Aomo hadn't yet had time to formulate the theory that, while the friend's voice was indeed a bit loud, it didn't quite violate the rules.

All it took was the gray‑haired little girl sticking out her tongue and offering a light‑hearted apology, which made the sorcerer sheepishly withdraw, as if realizing his behavior was a stretch.

This might already count as a kind of charming magic.

Aomo could only judge by the lack of any source energy drifting in the air; she was simply making the most of her advantage.

In other words, cuteness.

With a measure of purity and a bundle of beauty, they synthesize the innate talent bestowed upon youngsters.

She has mastered that talent perfectly, and also mastered the techniques for using it—namely 'reveal' and 'conceal'.

This too is the art of being human: decide what to reveal, what to hide, to maximize your strengths and conceal your weaknesses.

Just achieve that, and your selling point can still be something besides cuteness, while Zhen Jiling's talent in this regard is extraordinary.

Her meticulously cleaned leather boots, her simple yet pretty black‑and‑white dress, utterly wrinkle‑free, made it impossible for Aomo to guess her past, and even any slight disorder from being surrounded by a crowd was absent.

No, it's not just her clothing; her bearing also seems aimed at maximizing the expression of herself.

Whether it's her leisurely steps, the way she flicks her hair, or her sweet, well‑behaved expression management, all are geared toward that goal.

Even her interest in the Magic Staff is directed toward that point.

'Ka Lian hopes to better show how cute she is—that's her request; could you ask the trainer?'

Ah…

Aomo fell silent for a moment.

Questions about aesthetics are somewhat a area where Aomo lacks confidence; everyone has their own standard for pursuing beauty, and cuteness, as one facet of beauty, is not far off, but Aomo himself… just looking at his calm demeanor when facing Zhen Jiling shows he doesn't buy into this.

He also doesn't feel much about this system.

At that moment he turned his head to look at Bi Ze.

This dd ought to have some expertise in this field, Aomo thought, wondering why this guy was so silent just now; seeing his startled look after their eyes met, he realized his 'alien experience card' had expired.

It's worth noting that Bi Ze, deep down, is just like Aomo—a person who really dislikes trouble.

He even takes this to a greater extreme, specifically showing a three‑minute enthusiasm.

Normally I hope you act normal, but you don't need to go back to Earth at a time like this, do you?

Aomo twitched his finger; in the field of view of the two horse girls, a silver magic claw appeared behind Bi Ze, and he flicked it.

This caused Bi Ze to stagger forward, standing before the two little girls.

The gray‑haired girl stared at him in surprise, while the brown‑haired girl glanced dubiously at what was behind him.

She faintly sensed a lingering magical residue.

Aomo had no intention of giving Eastern Commerce Reform any more time to think, and also meant to cut off that Zhen Jiling's probing remark:

'Regarding your request, my friend here can give you better advice.'

He said this, looking at Bi Ze's shocked face.

He thought, 'You're shocked? The first two rounds were all the trouble you brought on yourself!'

Since you invited it, you ought to deal with it yourself!