Chapter 547: NO. 130: If you keep tossing and turning like this, you'll have to go back to childhood

NO. 130: If you keep tossing and turning like this, you'll have to go back to childhood

Undoubtedly, the name he finally typed into the contact list.

Was Texas.

Cellinia Texas

It was the "final savior" filtered layer by layer from the contacts.

She had no interest in being a prankster, nor did she have much attention from others. Although she was not lacking in interpersonal communication, it was always at a level as plain as water. Beneath a seemingly uninteresting appearance, she hid some cold air closer to bloodshed.

Just like Lappland, beneath her offbeat posture, there was a sharpness that came and went, one that was even more acute than Aomo's gaze.

This didn't matter to Aomo.

It even fit his stereotype of the Yiluo District perfectly.

Just like the stereotype of the East Yan District in the early years was that everyone was a martial arts master, carrying deep blood feuds, or liking to kill whole families (x).

And the stereotype of the Yiluo District was either romantic and sentimental, or the gloomy rainy season of the Mafia.

There are no more than five fingers of urban areas in the Holy Terra Federation where gangs are allowed to exist legally, and even if they are legal, they don't fare very well.

The reason has been mentioned before: the better the public security, the less room there is for gangs, unless this gang is not just a "gang" but can even touch official business.

The Yiluo District achieved this, and with the tacit approval of the Heart of Terra sub-nodes, it became the last facade of "gangster culture."

But honestly, the price for the Yiluo District gangs that achieved this was that their work itself was highly assimilated with that of ordinary civil servants and corporate slaves.

If any middle-school-syndrome teenager came here longing for gangster culture, they would only be disillusioned.

But Cellinia perhaps got the essence and discarded the dross, a person who could truly carry out the spirit of "ruthless people don't talk much."

She wasn't completely submerged or swept away by that culture; instead, she was able to jump out of it to a certain height, becoming the colleague Aomo found easiest to get along with at his workstation.

The trick is to think about nothing.

He had no intention of digging deep into the other party's past, although long ago, he had collected a round of information on his Penguin Logistics colleagues through other-world memories and past discussion posts he could find on the Rhodes Island forum, piecing together a rough outline.

And Texas was obviously very measured and insightful, even though she had examined Aomo as one of the examiners during the "test" to join Penguin Logistics.

In short, there was not enough curiosity between the two to change their relationship; they were purely work colleagues, friends at one workstation.

When something really happened, they wouldn't ask too much, just like now—

Cellinia brought the latter to her residence without asking for details.

On a normal day, Aomo would have hesitated a bit.

Stepping into the room of a single young woman always requires hesitation; even if one's heart is clear, one must be careful of others' attention, not to mention his recent popularity.

But the 13-year-old-looking little Aomo Lindun obviously didn't care.

Especially when he was wearing a loose hoodie and long pants, having to tighten his waistband every few steps.

The overly long pant legs and sleeves were already hindering his movement, making Aomo sigh at how Suzi and Akane, the two girls who liked dragging long sleeves, adapted.

Then, while he was thinking, he was picked up by Texas and placed in the back seat, the whole person in "???" mode.

His perception, which hadn't even noticed when the other party approached, naturally failed to notice an acquaintance in the distance staring with wide eyes, and even taking a photo of the car.

——

——————08 uploaded an image——————

08: 【Someone identify this! Who is this woman! Little Brother Aomo was carried away!!】

05: 【Is this body shape a bit wrong?】

06: 【When was this group created? I haven't joined this group, have I?... Eh? Is that Brother Lindun? Could it be that Brother Lindun has a younger brother?

This looks so much like him when my brother and I first met him.】

09: 【@02, explain.】

02: 【Don't rush, I'm going to knock on Suzi's door.】

07: 【It can't be real, right? How did he turn into a little boy? And the one holding him is Texas, right! And she's in her Silent outfit!】

11: 【You know Texas?】

13: 【Texas does have a few armed escort orders today, rarely needing to be serious.】

02: 【Breaking news! Little Snake will indeed continue to shrink as long as he isn't willing to rest properly! Which means!】

01: 【It's him. If this continues, won't he turn into a baby?】

10: 【Eh? Now big sister is interested. Trainer Lindun's baby period, maybe I should contact Nearl.】

02: 【Honestly, what I'm more curious about is whether that Miss Texas you guys mentioned is a little-boy-con.】

13: 【Probably not, but she and Lindun do get along quite well. Wait, let me make a call and ask... Wait a second, Number 11 is rushing!】

03: 【?】

07: 【?】

08: 【?】

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"Aren't you going to answer the phone?" The child sitting on the sofa pointed to the phone on the table. The phone was vibrating, and a melodious female voice came out while it wasn't on silent.

A familiar voice, familiar enough that it seemed to have been heard in the voice messages of the work group.

And the wolf-eared girl pouring water opposite him just touched the phone and looked: "Hung up, it's Exusiai's."

"I'll go get an air-conditioning blanket. Are you sure you only need to rest on the sofa for a while?" Placing the water glass on the table in front of the sofa, Texas turned to look at him, "Are you sure you don't need to go to the bed to rest?"

"The sofa is enough. The quality of this sofa has exceeded my expectations."

This was not just polite talk. Unlike the simple impression she gave at the workstation on weekdays, Texas's living room style was quite exquisite and luxurious, even with a bit of Yiluo District style, making Aomo wonder if this room was a replica of her room in her hometown.

Then he began to secretly warn himself to put away his speculation and close his eyes honestly.

But then he suddenly heard a burst of electric guitar sound, followed immediately by a sentence:

"E buonasera signore e signori" / Good evening, ladies and gentlemen

"Fuori gli attori" / Let the actors come on stage

"Vi conviene toccarvi i coglioni" / You'd better not make any more mistakes.

Opening his eyes, he saw Texas standing in front of the retro-style speaker made to look like a jukebox not far away.

"Amazing song selection." He closed his eyes again.

"Lappland used it last time and didn't change it," Texas said faintly, without the embarrassment of suddenly disturbing someone, always composed, "I wanted to change it to those gentler songs by Sora to make it easier for you to rest."

Aomo laughed dumbly: "Do you really take me for a child?"

"I've heard that the body affects the mind, so many Blood Demons and Sarkaz who look young also behave very young."

Texas said, picked up the air-conditioning blanket and covered him, then stood up and knocked on the phone: "Do you need me to go out and buy you something to eat? Or is there any takeout you want?"

"Just bring back whatever." Aomo didn't expect the other party to cook.

Texas had indirectly revealed in the work group that her cooking skills were average, even worse than Lappland's—the latter was always shouting Italian underworld slang like mille-feuille, and it turned out she could really make mille-feuille.

Just like Exusiai was always shouting about apple pie, making Aomo once wonder if joining Penguin Logistics also required choosing a pastry one liked and was good at to keep on one's lips.

Of course, this misunderstanding was broken when he saw Croissant and Mostima.

"Okay," Texas nodded, not caring that the other party didn't open his eyes at all, just returned to the bedroom to change into an outfit that wouldn't sweat as much, then walked to the door, and suddenly looked back, "You don't eat sweets, right?"

"Hmm, if it's spicy, mild spicy is enough."

"Okay..." After changing her shoes and glancing at Aomo's hiking shoes, she left another sentence, "Don't be nervous."

"Hmm, I won't."

Bang!

After the door closed, only the soothing singing of a certain colleague remained in the living room. Little Aomo lay on the sofa for less than a few seconds before opening his eyes again, only to see Lappland smiling as if she had eaten four children at once.

Almost half her body was pressed onto the sofa, very close to him, and looking down from above, her gray pupils seemed to contain gloomy rain.

However, the owner of the house had said, don't be nervous.

So Little Aomo was very calm.

"Hello, Lappland, did you run all the way here?"

Even with his extremely dulled perception, he could feel the obvious murderous intent. This young lady, who was not unfamiliar, finally had some of the image that should have been in his other-world knowledge.

The Jiemen District, an urban area with too good public security, really limited the performance of this group of people.

"Ha~ you're quite calm!" She grinned, the gray rain fading a little, but she was holding a dangerous item in her hand that was enough to make Aomo pay attention.

"Because you have a lot of sweat on your forehead, wipe it off. The weather is very hot today, even the blood-sucking balls look wilted."

"Ho~ you recognize this thing in my hand?" Lappland looked somewhat subtly at the spherical object in her hand. She had only known what it was after reading Texas's container instructions.

"The original dormant state of the blood-sucking strange beast Chimaira. As a type of monster, I naturally recognize it. I suggest keeping it properly."

The expressionless child looked at this scum who was trying to scare a child to tears.

"Otherwise, if it activates, you might be completely blacklisted by the boss."

"Tsk."

Let's reveal, the serial numbers that have appeared in the chapters: 01: Narita Brian, 02: Akane Shinjo, 03: Daishinpan, 04: Zhenjiling, 05: Symboli Rudolf, 06: Aiba Ami, 07: Bi Ze, 08: Nishizaki Yutaka, 09: Symboli Rudolf, 10: Maruzensky, 11: Lappland, 13: Exusiai.

——Besides, this temporary small group also has people lurking and peeking. Not everyone has the time to go out to block Aomo and laugh at him at the first opportunity.

In addition, the song "ZITTI E BUONI" appearing in this chapter is sung by the Italian Roman rock band Måneskin, creating a sense of madness with a series of breathless, compact recitations and the lyrics themselves.

Very suitable for Lappland.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 548 =====