Chapter 521: NO．104：That's just stuck here!

Well, it's stuck right here!

pm9:21，Lin Dun Office.

Aomo once again yawned on the balcony.

Although a day hasn't passed, he felt as if he had spent at least two days and one night, and had pulled an all-nighter working for five hours.

At least in the urban base, the sense of time was indeed like that; the witch beast soundly asleep on the living room sofa could prove it.

He still relied on Chazuo's coffee to keep going, clearly Chazuo herself had already gone to sleep.

Admittedly, around nine-thirty at night isn't exactly bedtime, but the drowsiness from running wild and eating and drinking to one's fill was enough to make the usual night-active spirit horse girl and research horse girl honestly head to the bedroom.

As for the cyber horse girl—she was the first to go to sleep; Aomo had already announced to them that this week after the race counts as vacation, advising against secret extra practice and instead adjusting mood and condition.

At the same time, this was probably their last short vacation.

Just as he had gently told Shi Huaiya, the students' summer vacation was about to end.

When summer vacation ends, it means not only a tight school schedule, but also the tense and stimulating upcoming schedule, and the horse girls of the summer training camp returning to the field.

Local horse girls and central horse girls will be the seniors and strong opponents standing ahead in their careers.

When school starts, they prepare for battle—this needs no further explanation from Aomo; the girls understand it themselves.

And among them, the realization of a certain pink-haired JK girl is more painful than anyone's.

"Little Snake~ help me write a bit!"

In the terminal screen, she could be seen slouched at her bedroom desk, and also see the pile of exercise books and test papers in front of her.

Obviously, the only resident in this house with any energy left is also feeling listless as the end of summer vacation approaches.

But the one she asks for help is a demon (x).

"I refuse."

"Come on! I really don't want to calculate these vectors and functions!"

"You use these in research too, don't you? You can do them."

"Does being able to do something mean I have to do it!? Little Snake, you have the strength of a monster fighting master but you haven't seen you climb the rankings, right!!"

"Think about who's keeping me from playing games!"

He lifted his head, 45°, in that outdated melancholic pose, Aomo again felt melancholy about the passing of summer vacation.

How could this be?!

The vacation a trainer should enjoy.

The leisure a mercenary ought to have.

The liberation a student who finished the college entrance exam ought to rightly welcome.

Not a single one!

There's even a temporary worker part-time chat group, with people constantly urging him to take on some tasks!

When he looks back on the past, he will regret not wasting his youth. jpg

If he thinks better, he hasn't played games for so long—no, those must have piled up a lot by now!

But there's also an undeniable point: the games he's eyeing mostly involve online play, letting him use others as observation material.

Such games usually share a trait—popularity, or rather, a hot period.

Once the heat fades, it's hard to find online teammates; you can only wait for a true buddy to download the game again and bring you along.

He clicked open one……

Gan oh! Why isn't this Anke updating again?! I've only been able to see this much for over a month!?

Scrolling down further, why are these three books all abandoned?!

Is the proportion of abandoned AI writers about to catch up to humans?

Learn human hearts and creativity, fine, but don't learn this kind of thing, damn it!!

Half an hour ago, Aomo still felt that Modagiya was indeed humanity's enemy; now he only says:

"Just let AI write it for you—it's just summer homework, have AI push it back!"

"Also… wait, can I hire Bourbon Sauce to help me?"

"What would you use to hire?"

Even if it could be dressed up as a cute girl‑to‑girl intimate display, if the pay is as cheap as a rip‑off, he'd still stop it like a stubborn elder.

"Make a model! She was still asking me yesterday how to make models; I heard her fans keep sending her Gunpla, but she was always afraid of breaking them, so she had them sent back to her hometown."

"Gunpla isn't exactly in the anti‑electric‑killer's special attack range, is it?"

"I've complained about that too, but she said those models have electronic structures, and even a fan once sent her a 1:1!" Saying this, Xin Qianxi leaned both hands on the desk, her whole face drawing close to the screen, showing she seemed not only obsessed with monsters but also fond of giant robots.

"1:1! Even drivable!! Though the whole family unanimously decided to return it."

"I know about that," Aomo nodded slightly at the screen, lifting his spirits a bit, after all this really is out of the ordinary, once sparking media and forum discussion, "In the horse girl fanbase there really are some oil tycoons with the dark matter energy angel Gundam 1:1."

"You call that an oil tycoon? That's an arms dealer!" Xin Bēngbù held her ground.

Once the topic involves horse girls, many of Aomo's taken‑for‑granted assumptions reverse their usual interaction pattern with her.

"As long as you have money, you're an oil tycoon—whether it's arms or not doesn't matter," he said, lightly tapping his fingertip on the balcony's stone railing, not wanting to argue over this, "In short, model making……"

He looked up at the sky, thought a moment, then added: "You might try mentioning it tomorrow; you could even try downloading a gbn."

"gbn? Gundam's?" Xin had heard the term from classmates in Tianmen City and had some impression.

A group of male classmates were especially obsessed, even drawing structural designs during class.

"Yeah, Gundam model online battles, steel pla with electronic components, roughly prepared for that game; if you're not used to operating monsters, you can start with Gundam piloting."

"What do you mean?!" The big face on the screen jerked back, alert, "Little Snake, are you finally calling my monster fighting skills trash!!"

"When I was studying for my S1 license, that game helped me a lot; if you want to play, I can even help you contact a few old friends."

Aomo continued as if he hadn't heard: "Although I've quit that game for a long time, they seem to have kept playing all along."

Little~snake!!

Please speak.

I won't help you campaign anymore, oh!!!

The person opposite, cheeks puffed like a bun, said that, hung up the video call, leaving Aomo somewhat speechless.

Campaigning and all… I didn't expect you to do that…

I had tried hard to forget this, but the other party ended up triggering my memory.

That was a memory from the dining table, where a certain pink-haired JK enthusiastically announced: Audit's Magical Moon,, 612-year annual Hei'an villain faction voting champion!!

This accounts for one-third of his current fatigue.

He was muddled into being sent into a strange voting competition, and only after winning did he realize he actually had tens of millions of fans……

——This tama is even more than at the peak of his previous Bourbon career!

Now the combined fixed fan count of the three girls under him still can't match that of the trainer.

Done for!

Aomo even figured out what the so-called nickname mentioned by Bicuikes at the police station was, the only thing he couldn't figure out was how he suddenly had tens of millions of fans out of nowhere.

Very scary, bro!

So scary that Aomo wants to escape reality.

No! Even if accepting reality, if you say it's fans of another industry, like a trainer, that would be fine.

Hei'an villain faction styling——the fans of this competition……what kind of people are these?!

Though impolite, Aomo strongly suspects that if this competition just does doxxing and checks priors, maybe four or five out of ten could be dangerous individuals.

At this level of headache, not even giving Xintiao Qian a performance of Crayon Shin-chan's mom's drill god technique would already be doing one's utmost.

Sigh……Made dizzy by stupid netizens. jpg

I had tried my best to forget it, but bringing it up made me recall it again; I actually got sleepy, so he lifted his hand to cover his card case.

The aura of the monster cards, and the joy of newly acquired cards, altogether can bolster one's spirit.

It can let him stay awake enough to stand here a while longer, then suddenly notice that strange divinity right before him.

Turn his head, and he can see that neat figure with brown hair and red eyes.

Unlike the black-haired, red-eyed impression from books and screens, that templated posture and attire obviously is a posture simulated by AI at the center.

Bayer Turkey, one of the three horse girl goddesses emphasizing discipline and rules.

According to Bi Ze's leak, its prototype is a military warhorse.

Having truly been on the battlefield, it is also the ancestral origin of a line of racehorses including Ludaofu Xiangzheng, Donghai Emperor, Mejiro McQueen, and Da Taku Sun God.

In terms of this genetic lineage's descendant relations, Aomo feels rather subtle upon seeing her.

After all, aside from Mejiro McQueen, he has had some level of contact with the others.

Even Miss Mejiro is an indispensable part of the convergence of horse racing information.

Certainly, there is no necessary connection between horse girls and actual horses.

People are people, horse souls are horse souls; only the spirit is inherited, not the bloodline itself.

But precisely because the spirit is inheritable, he instead sees a hint of Ludaofu in the other person, making that expression even stranger.

"Why that look? You aren't waiting for me, are you?"

Having sent an early message to summon, this goddess is the main reason Aomo forces himself to drink coffee and stay awake instead of sleeping.

"I'm just wondering why the goddess would descend possessing an AI form."

"Someone says you're good at deduction; what can you guess?"

"With so little information, making deductions isn't appropriate; the only guess I can offer is what's already on my mind."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I guess it's because of that horse girl who dissipated into the new world, right?"

Here, the GBN is imitated by transmigrants using existing technology, because the combat glue-dach involves that kind of extraterrestrial resource, phosphorite, while the formation glue-dach technique is even more of a black box……

However, the performance of the formation glue-dach, whether in game operation mode or Gundam operation, is more natural and perfected, so the transmigrants here also copy the GBN.

Earlier, when writing the monster exhibition, there had already appeared a game imitating spark dolls to read and battle; actually, it's the aliens' company also copying the GBN's game profit model, uh, the ecosystem is just like similar mobile games. jpg

(End of chapter)