Chapter 360: NO.123 Coffee Spaceship Returns Smoothly

The office on July 8th had a rather strange atmosphere in the morning.

Ailisuzhi and Xintiao Qian, who should have been sealed in bed, appeared punctually before the breakfast table.

——This could still be said to be the lingering appeal of the monster exhibition.

But the reason Chazuo was also there was obviously not because she had any early-morning business to attend to.

In fact, she had already slipped on her slippers and pat-patted down from the second floor more than ten minutes earlier, then headed straight for the kitchen.

Her purpose was quite clear.

It was simply… she was in a hurry to apologize to the trainer only.

After all, she hadn't found a good opportunity the previous night.

——It was just a misunderstanding——when she burst into the room, she failed to realize this at once.

She merely embarrassed herself by indicating her intrusion was untimely, then quickly placed the coffee on the table and, blushing and heart pounding, closed the door.

Then she hurriedly ran down to the first floor.

Tell the other residents?

No, Chazuo is not that reckless a person.

Even though her head was spinning from a sudden thought, she still acted normally, walked into the lobby, and sat down beside Suzi.

The latter was chatting with Qian against the TV station's background audio, discussing the exhibition topic.

This scene wasn't very strange.

After all, the office lobby's TV had a rather large screen, and its sofa was even more comfortable.

But few people here like watching TV.

Only when there was a training lecture requiring a big screen, or an Ultraman appreciation session, could a row of people sit here.

Otherwise, the most likely sight here would be the office manager doing a Ge You reclining.

Leaning on the soft sofa equipped with a massage function, it healed tired body and mind.

Meanwhile, on last night's TV screen, there was a brief broadcast of giants and extraterrestrials facing off.

The report, centered on the capture of S‑class wanted criminal Gisley. Mule, also featured fleeting interview clips of Aomo, Hongkai, and Shen Yongxin Er, adding a new topic to the two's exhibition reminiscence.

They chatted with utter focus.

Under these circumstances, Suzi obviously wouldn't pay much attention to Chazuo's state.

But not far from the sofa, there was Pobang holding dumbbells in both hands.

She, who couldn't possibly join Suzi and Qian's topic, merely did mechanical lever exercises with her forearm on the side, then glanced at the silently entering Chazuo in the lobby.

In Pobang's impression, Chazuo's members came to the lobby far more frequently than Suzi's team and Miss Qian.

After all, unlike those two, who either did experiments or holed up in their rooms like researchers conducting some shady scheme, spirit mediums aren't that reclusive—at least they consider themselves not to be.

In outsiders' eyes, most spirit mediums may not always stay in their rooms, but they are always a 'person'.

Chazuo is no different.

Often she would linger alone in the lobby, turn on the TV, drink coffee, and start talking to herself.

She would even watch TV—news, dramas, movies, variety shows, even live streams and concerts—she would watch them all.

She is indeed not reclusive; her interests and hobbies are broader than many peers her age, very healthy.

Only her social circle, the friends she gets along with, are not easy to discern in a physical sense.

The reason she can have such wide-ranging hobbies is also due to her friends' influence; she often plays, watches, and chats about different topics with them, but to outsiders with low spiritual perception——

——That scene is hard to accept at first glance; it poses a slight barrier.

Like Zhouri Ningjing, which lets ordinary people see it directly and even feel a physical interaction, such spirit entities require accomplished source energy cultivation.

Such spirit entities are not that common in the Boundary Gate area, hence the aforementioned remark——spirit mediums are not reclusive, at least they consider themselves not to be.

Meipu Pobang wouldn't misunderstand her either, despite Chazuo's members frequently talking to themselves and occasionally humming alone.

Taking the cyber horse girl as an example—although she is no longer an electrical killer, her logic is still rather mechanical—if something isn't unknown, it isn't scary either; moreover, the source energy used in cultivation competition skills can also be employed against spirit entities.

As the saying goes, all terror stems from insufficient firepower; once you realize you can kick and punch ghosts, you won't fear them so much.

Of course, ghosts you can't beat might still be scary. jpg

But the nature of that fear is different now; needless to say, Pobang has already gotten along with Chazuo, even cohabiting for several days, so they've long been friends and thus understand some of her daily habits.

Even if she wasn't surprised by the arrival, she still vaguely noticed something in her scrutiny of the newcomer's habits in the room.

"What's wrong with you? Chazuo team member."

A single sentence drew their attention, and then came the strange morning atmosphere the next day.

Without a doubt, the Belstar Beast's apology scene had already spread throughout the office.

Even though Chazuo isn't prone to spreading gossip, in that somewhat flustered state she simply couldn't respond to Suzi as calmly as usual.

What's more, beside Suzi there was also Qian, whose personality is about 70% similar.

The 170% Ailisuzhi combination, with its dual approach of verbal guidance and feigned sincerity, although it made Chazuo belatedly realize the misunderstanding, also caused her to hesitate about the timing of an apology.

Since she realized this only later, considering the possible embarrassment and also taking friends' advice, she ultimately decided to apologize the next day.

And before that, Aomo's reputation within the office was still hanging by a thread.

Having realized the misunderstanding, that should have resolved it—so why does a reputational risk still linger?

——That naturally depends on a certain brown‑haired horse girl and a certain pink‑haired JK.

One demanded more frequent supplies of tea and pudding.

One demanded an expedited rank promotion, with model reference assistance.

Such demand conditions might seem too ordinary, but it's precisely this ordinariness that could get them approved—unlike Chazuo, who would still be shocked by a sudden misunderstanding, these two know Aomo far too well.

Thus, understood as the two extremes of the scale, the Belstar Beast, Suzi, and Qian stand at opposite ends.

"But even if it's acceptable, why must I accept it?"

Aomo, who had placed the tray on the table, raised both arms with palms upright, truly a B hand chop that Tregia would never forget.

One strike each, hitting Suzi and Qian on the forehead.

Ah!

Ouch!

Both, one before and one after, let out feigned cries of pain, as if Aomo hadn't controlled his strength.

But Chazuo and Bofang, seated, showed their usual accustomed looks, not even glancing, making it clear this acting was meaningless.

Only the former still glanced at the trainer with some embarrassment, even though she had apologized not long ago.

But she also realized that the true identity of that scantily clad woman was the Witch Beast she had met a few times before.

The latter could even switch from the trainer's screen to her phone screen, winking and greeting her; when asked about the specifics of her guess from last night, after Chazuo answered hesitantly, she laughed hysterically, as if she weren't the party involved.

If it were the Beerstal Beast, Aomo would genuinely worry about the risk of accidental discharge.

Naturally, in the physical sense.

But the Witch Beast wouldn't; compared to the ultimate form, this mature-stage Digital Beast seems to come with a laid-back rationality buff.

What is this if not a kind ofJK? It's the type that can take jokes lightly and will actively tease others.

Damn it, how did the office end up like this!

Deeply feeling the worrisome situation of this building turning into a girls' high school, the office director had no way for the time being.

Even the words he spoke sounded merely like those of a coach or teacher.

"Suzi, you haven't trained these two days; you should watch your sweet intake."

"Qian, don't join in the messing around."

"Hi! hi!" Xintiao Qian ran back to her seat with a light laugh.

"Tunshu Jun! Unfair!"

"Indeed, Qian might also consider whether the high school courses in the Border Gate District can connect with those in Heaven Gate City."

Aomo calmly said, still remembering that Xintiao Qian had come here not only as a monster research assistant but also had transferred schools.

Genuine JKs, everyone except the director themselves.

It's the heaven Bi Ze longs for—oh, there's Xintiao Qian and Ailisuzhi, gone. jpg

"I'm talking about the change of address! You changed how you address me last night, right?"

"It started with that shout at the exhibition," Aomo said calmly to the teasing brown-haired horse girl, while placing utensils in front of each person at the table, "Qian also mentioned the address change in last night's online chat; I don't think it's abrupt."

Rather, after living together this long and still using only surnames, it's really somewhat subtle.

Especially since the other keeps calling you by your nickname, the huge disparity really shouldn't stand; he should also give some feedback in return.

But Qian still can't bring herself to accept such an address, even if the other could accept it, she just couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Wow! You two still secretly chatting online!"

"I don't think that's secret, and you also have my Line account."

"I send you messages and you hardly respond!"

"Could it be that you don't know how to reply to messages like 'Got time to come draw blood?' or 'Got time to come down for an experiment?'"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Tunshu Jun is just differentiating treatment!"

"Perhaps that's true, but the reason needs another explanation—for instance, could it be that your messages are the problem?"

Aomo, having placed the utensils, silently looked at the aggressive Suzi, then at the chair diagonally opposite, where Xintiao Qian sat smiling at him.

"You think too highly of me; I'm just a trainer, lacking the power of a social butterfly." Aomo placed his hand on Suzi's shoulders, guiding her to turn and sit in his own spot; she offered no resistance, after all this wasn't really a true confrontation.

At most it could be considered making an excuse; if not exposed, it's just everyone's tolerance.

Just a farce.

"But to prove I really did notice your response, you can ask the Witch Beast whether I've set your accounts for call notifications to special attention and top priority."

"Really?" The eyes behind the blinds widened slightly, unsure whether surprised by the account setting or by this statement clarifying the Witch Beast's situation.

"Of course, I'm now formally introducing everyone to the second employee who might be registered in the office files—the Witch Beast."