Chapter 466: NO. 49: Just a remote-controlled morning-exercise citizen

NO. 49: Just a remote-controlled morning-exercise citizen.

"Brother, there's a deal—you're not going to join?"

"How new is it?"

"About eighty percent, lots of extraterrestrials are participating—I think you're definitely interested!"

"Any clues?"

"If you're slow, there'll definitely be some, but hurry and you can still make it."

"How many parties are involved?"

"I don't know."

"Have you done a risk assessment?"

"No, I just got the news and came to tell you!"

"I guess this is about the Clock Tower, Chaldea, and Digimon news."

"Huh… uh, am I on fire?"

After hesitating for several seconds, the caller behind the screen finally reacted.

Meanwhile, the caller in front of the screen had long been speaking in a flat tone: "You're the fourth this morning to ask if I want to join in; compared to fatigue, I'm more curious how you all see me."

The caller on the other side of the screen seemed to ponder briefly, then probed: "……Full-attendance participant in extraterrestrial and monster incidents?"

"How many extraterrestrial and monster incidents do you think can happen at any moment in this world?" the speaker on this side of the screen said faintly, as if even the room for anger had vanished.

"Isn't it that everyone you can contact has it?"

"Please don't speak like that; a man's coquettish tone is just disgusting."

"This is just my dialect habit!"

"... I see."

"You hesitated, didn't you! You don't trust your brother, right! In Dongyan District, the regional dialect speaks like this! It's a habit!"

As if struck in some sore spot, the emphasized shout was especially loud, causing many passersby to turn and look at this morning-exercise youth.

The youth, thick-skinned and unafraid of stares, looked straight ahead without glancing sideways, and calmly said to the light screen displaying the call beside him: "You're so noisy, hasn't Baal Beast X educated you?"

"He's not my father!"

"It's not only… your self-awareness is still pretty clear."

"At least you need to help bring over a meal before you have the right to call me dad!"

"Sigh~" Aomo sighed, feeling that he himself, who habitually expands topics with the other party, needed to reflect.

Clearly an efficiency advocate, yet he still unconsciously falls into Bi Ze's nonsense trap, and even at such a critical juncture——

——The crisp notification bell rang again, prompting Aomo to skillfully raise his hand and swipe away the red dot he disliked seeing.

Another new message.

Above the message column for Chaldea, Light Nation Office, David, and Desert Heroine Miss.

This time… ah, Xing Jia Lai.

The arcane dragon of Gui Yuan Zhi Tang also came to notify him, this monster enthusiast.

This matter has really blown up, starting from this morning's public subjugation statement from the Clock Tower.

Even confirming the members of the directly related organization would have been enough, but even the well-informed mercenary friends, the little horse girls, and that Gui Yuan Zhi Tang netizen whose job is researching magic staves and whose life is loving monsters came to notify him.

It seemed everyone thought he would definitely participate in this matter.

Although he was indeed interested, it was indeed not suitable……

"What are you sighing about! So you really aren't planning to go?"

The caller on the other side kept asking; Bi Ze was very concerned about Aomo's thoughts. According to Aomo's guess, maybe this person was treating himself as talk material, like bragging 'I have a monster brother' and such.

That's still relatively conservative.

Like whatever brothers from voting magazines…… he really didn't want to think about it.

Also at that moment, he heard footsteps more hurried than passersby yet more stable, coming from the high-speed biological passage beside the sidewalk:

"Master?"

"……Trainer?"

Bo Pang and Chazuo were both somewhat surprised by Aomo's not having quickened his pace; after all, during usual morning exercises, although he didn't turn into a demonic form and run together with them on the horse-girls' lane, he still ran fairly fast.

And these horse girls each have their own internal sense of time and distance.

Thus the trainer's position showed a clear discrepancy.

"Make a call," said Aomo, his steps unceasing but not accelerated, pointing at the relatively empty air, then added, "You go ahead and run, by the way, Suzi?"

"……Behind." Chazuo pointed behind herself, then immediately resumed accelerating her steps.

Rather than chatting more with the trainer, she cared more about the morning exercise itself, and…… the situation of being caught up by Suzi to hear sarcastic remarks.

By comparison, Bo Pang didn't have her sense of urgency as the competition season drew nearer, and maintained the same pace as Aomo——

——This is generally a dangerous act on the horse-girls' lane, so Aomo greeted her to go onto the sidewalk.

And as soon as she came up, she said: "Judging Suzi team member's condition as an imbalance from just adjusting her schedule."

"At least she's willing to adjust, just like an experiment always liking to step on her own planned research deadline." Aomo said unhappily.

"Huh? What are you saying, you're chatting with horse girls?" Bi Ze on the screen seemed out of context.

"Not only that, I'm even running." Aomo said, gesturing for Bo Pang to return to the high-speed channel, then lightly patted her head.

【Stable-running for years novel app, comparable to the old version chase-worms all use source-switching app, huanyuanapp.】

He lowly said a seemingly headless-tail-less phrase: "Good child."

But those words made Bo Pang's ears perk up entirely; a twist of her body sent her back to the high-speed channel, pulling ahead in clear acceleration.

She came up especially to tell Suzi that this situation counts as normal, and it's also an especially clumsy expression of concern from the cyber horse girl.

Changing trainers might not necessarily be understood.

Also, seeing her gradually run off, Aomo again heard Bi Ze's doubt from the screen: '? I didn't hear anything, not even a panting sound.'

Besides, aren't you afraid of getting a side stitch? Talking while running.

Why don't you use your brain and think about why I'm talking while running? Besides, I don't have time to go; my subordinate horse girls have a race, so I suggest you bet on them winning.

Eh? When? I'll definitely show up! I'll catch the whole event!

It's a bit difficult; you only have one and a half days to reach three cities' racetracks.

? This is so dense, what are you up to?" Bi Ze suddenly couldn't understand, "Can you even make it yourself?"

I can make it." Only at this moment did Aomo's reply finally show obvious emotional fluctuation.

That was an emotion called confidence.

Sorry, having teleportation ability means you can do as you please.

Although complex unfamiliar terrain is harder to handle, simply rushing along is convenient.

The 3D coordinates of the public area can be found by checking a few official teleportation and transfer stations.

Even when Bi Ze was chatting with his brothers and somewhat relaxing his mind, he should have realized that Aomo now truly possessed a very convenient life skill, so he sighed:

... Alright, then since that's the case, I won't disturb your run; I'll send you the race name later and plan a route.

Since we're already talking about planning a route, this level of support is also rare, letting Aomo, who originally intended to go alone, slightly shift his thought: '... No need, just find me when the time comes; I'll bring you along directly.'

Okay!

After they hung up, a few seconds later Aomo subtly turned his head toward the high-speed bio-passage, where a pallid figure was stepping at the lower speed limit of the high-speed bio-passage, lazily catching up and walking side by side.

Making a horse girl who just adjusted her schedule go onto the horse girl passage is probably a torment; Aomo actually does not support it.

But this was the person's own idea, so after thinking it over, the trainer still set aside the helper subplot.

He's not a demon either, just a devil.

Seeing her initially speak with certainty, yet now seeming about to turn into snowy white ash, the heart that had been bombarded by morning Mars messages seemed to be reinfused with vitality.

Even the corners of her mouth rose slightly.

"Trainer~" with its usual cadence, carried a hint of teasing.

At this moment, the cadence was merely a weak, drawn-out tone.

Prompting Aomo's gentle response: 'What's wrong, Miss Suzi?'

"Can I go back…to sleep…?" She didn't even notice the sudden shift in address, clearly truly exhausted.

"But Miss Suzi originally had full confidence in her potion, as if one dose could overcome jet lag aftereffects."

"I was on the road and ran it off."

"Huh?" Aomo froze upon hearing that.

"I don't know…where it went; next time I'll definitely…add a test tube sleeve to my clothes…"

"Are you sure only that energy potion dropped?" Aomo slightly quickened his pace, raised his hand, and pulled Suzi onto the sidewalk, then stopped.

Normally, Suzi's potions are fine for internal digestion, but when they end up outside, they're inevitably somewhat unsettling.

Although we've seen special police, seen the Public Security Bureau's executors, and seen the tiger-eared female officer of the General Police Headquarters.

But Aomo hasn't prepared himself to meet the local police officers.

"Of course…only the energy potion; I might as well…run again later, Guinea Pig-kun." Leaning on Aomo's arm, speaking weakly, the brown-haired horse girl even began to droop her eyelids, seeming ready to just fall asleep leaning on Aomo.

No, I'm not a bed……

You don't look like you're catching up on sleep to fix jet lag; you look like you're staying up late to fix jet lag……

Aomo silently watched her really close her eyes, her ears drooping as well; under the gaze of passersby, he felt a bit glaring.

After directly sending two duplicate notices to Chazuo and Bourbon, he picked up Suzi, who turned into shattered blocks, and returned to the office.

Just after putting Suzi on her bed and covering her with a blanket, he saw the Bellstar Beast's account light up with a red dot.

That gentle smile then immediately retracted.

【For now there's no need for me to intervene; that Qianming representative doing infiltration investigation is quite professional, and can take down aliens in a few moves

I think she can at least have a full-body data amount in the digital world? Anyway I first took a few photos and also have a few audio clips】

Aomo opened the pictures; they were just photos of several electronic simulated cities, not any spaceship base, and listening to the audio revealed they were all low-level workers.

But we can't say the investigation direction was wrong.

Even the term 'Aggression Allied Forces' has popped up, a rag-tag name; even low-level employees can show the value of following the vine to melons.

Yuehuanshe: 【Received, continue monitoring and protection, don't let down your guard, note that some aliens are different】

Like Jia Gu La, Hei'an giants such as Dagon, although they are human-sized, they also have displayed astonishing output in resisting giant beast attacks.

It's hard to say whether we will encounter such gifted individuals here.

【Also, if the opportunity arises, collect a few pieces of alien clothing for me】

Bellstar Beast: 【Just the clothing?】

Yuehuanshe: 【Yeah, the clothing is enough】

After confirming, Aomo turned back to look at the warm responses from the two horse girls regarding Suzi's embarrassing incident, felt a twinge of guilt for two seconds, then teleported back to the street.

Continue the morning run, but this time paying a bit more attention, he switched onto the high-speed bio-passage.