Chapter 568

NO. 150: An Unconventional Youth

As the saying goes, the plan for a day lies in the morning.

From ancient times to the present, mornings have often been shaped with vitality, with hope, with beginnings, and even countless poems have sung their praises.

But for Aomo……

He very much wanted to leave this universe.

The reason was still the boss of the Penguin Logistics Public Chat Group bubbling up, a piece of gossip news forwarded and directly thrown into the group, accompanied by a sentence:

【@Lindun, @Dekesas, progress is fast!】

He also posted a cheeky 'deserving a beating' emoji, directly prompting the hitherto faceless Miss Kong to send a remote:?

Then came 【???】 and 【??????????】.

Immediately following was a line from Mositima: '【Congratulations, congratulations, the first person in the company to get into a relationship is actually Dekesas!】'

This fallen angel even brought his own chibi clapping emoticon pack, not knowing whether he ordered it or someone else's hairy version, followed by Kesong's 【'??? Really or fake? How have I not heard anything at all?'】

With her sentence, a brief three-session trial was opened in the group.

The accused Lindun naturally denied it was a misunderstanding, while his 'lawyer' Nengtianshi and Lapulande's positions swayed left and right, like a Hearthstone streamer engaging in self-tug-of-war: 'wrong wrong wrong', 'ah right right right', 'ah wrong wrong wrong'.

It can be seen that the playful heart, conscience, and even self-emotion are undergoing fierce confrontation.

But soon, after Miss Kong declared '【I want to change my itinerary and come back to check!】', the finally steering-wheel-free Dekesas noticed the group's hustle and bustle, saying:

'【Have you had enough fun? Don't joke like this, boss】' ended the internal group's turmoil.

Incidentally, he also complained to Aomo that such matters should be reported to him, not expecting himself to be able to explain clearly.

Aomo thought, 'This isn't you being the driver; I'm afraid if you look at the group you'll bring the whole car into a ditch,' but the teenager's social sense was still present, so he directly clicked surrender.

However, even if the internal group's turmoil ended, the situation of the company's external chat rooms and groups was obviously not going to calm down immediately.

Even though Aomo, one of the parties, appeared for clock-in at the company with his youthful appearance, moreover a certain penguin, stared at by the best employee's gaze, felt uncomfortable and unwillingly sent out a mass rumor-refutation notice.

Employee Lindun, too, could still be given a stare by all his coworkers, whether obvious or subtle.

His chat account also received greetings and 'congratulatory telegrams' from many friends, each bringing a screenshot or even a link, precisely because of the saying 'when one side is in trouble, all sides give likes,' letting him again realize that nine-tenths of his social circle are people who hang others.

Even his foster father was like that!

Nobody took it seriously, after all a 19-year-old youth having a 13-year-old child etc.; anyone with any awareness of Aomo's species would find it too absurd.

The gossip news's random fabrication was merely to attract eyeballs; some would laugh and forward it, some forwarding would generate traffic, but fortunately he had anticipated it, wits battling with the PR assistant deep into the night, and the latter started work early the next morning.

Instead, he didn't deliberately do anything that would further ferment the clarification, but directly used the water army and complaint means to shrink the reporting channels.

This kind of baseless information pollution is trivial to professionals; only acquaintances would latch onto such news and laugh about it for a long time.

But after that…

Aomo received new content feedback from a party bound to a voting website on it, and moreover the organizing team of the selection sent a new inquiry:

They asked whether he intended to cooperate on the image of Magical God zero, and as long as he had an idea they were willing to try to collaborate with the copyright holder of Magical God Z!

Such enthusiasm and determination did not bring warmth to Aomo; instead, he felt somewhat bewildered.

Upon opening that new feedback, seeing the obvious GBN screenshot, then looking below at the initial speed of already twenty thousand likes within just ten minutes of approval, his gaze became profound, deep, and yearning to venture into a new universe.

Moreover, looking at the uploader's mark that was completely not anonymous—there hung conspicuously the English word "evolto"—it truly displayed a dash of boldness and familiarity.

That profundity and depth had already transformed into killing intent.

But even so.

The youth still retained reason.

Thinking that this might perhaps also be just a high imitation alias, after all evolto had once been a popular contender in this selection competition, a senior he did not want to acknowledge.

Seeing that the uploader's name could not link to the homepage, he scrolled down to the comment section, where the top‑liked comment read:

【Actually it's him! Dual fans ecstatic! Turns out Lord Lindun knows e‑chief!】

"……"

Alright, that's enough browsing the forum for today.

Crouching by the ditch slope not far from the rear door of Penguin Logistics Company, the youth braced his hands on his knees and slowly rose, thinking that before heading to a new universe he at least wanted to bring a set of snake‑skin for an air‑conditioning blanket.

But he ultimately did not go.

Not because the selection team's second cooperation application message estimated a profit range, not because Croissant Big Sister in the group @'d him to tell of the supermarket's limited‑time half‑price, and not because Texas's swift contact informed him that the mayor would visit here next month.

He merely received another mercenary‑office message buried among a pile of miscellaneous texts.

【Dear Mr. Aomo Lindun:

Your application for the office upgrade Subject One will commence at 10:20; please promptly link the deep immersion device to get into position】

Seeing this message, he belatedly recalled what day it was today, and also remembered his original schedule.

Since things have come to this, might as well do some last‑minute question drilling.

The steady test‑taking instinct from his student days took hold, and Aomo, quickly entering a review state with undivided focus, after using the entertainment device that Angel had placed in the company to finish the exam, then entered a post‑exam relaxation state.

He even thought of logging into his umastar account on umastagram to farm a batch of grain!

Then, after logging in by default to the official Aomo Lindun account, he belatedly and somewhat resentfully closed the software.

Reflect, need to reflect deeply!

Last night's obsession with the Pegasi aliens, and now the habit of logging into umastagram, from childhood pursuit to teenage hobby, he finds himself continually being led by the nose by the state corresponding to his physical age.

No, it's fine to give up interest in real extraterrestrials, but this habit of wanting to write Uma Musume short essays when relaxing is really not good, especially since the recent follower‑growth trend is unavoidable—any tiny breeze could land in those fans' eyes.

Aomo never shied away from estimating the hidden risks in fan groups with maximum malice; this is also one of the lessons he has distilled from observing the internet so far, and therefore he even decided to semi‑permanently seal that alt account.

Given the fact that that alt account, dormant for six years, still has over six hundred thousand followers, this is somewhat regrettable, especially since the recent post disparaging everything and nostalgic piece has re‑gathered tens of thousands of followers, with forums briefly rumoring that umaster teacher/wife had finally reclaimed their account and would return to the fray.

But he did not know that would be the swan song.

Perhaps he should find a chance to delete those things cleanly, or simply set them to invisible permissions…… Aomo was thinking thus, just as he stepped out of the free‑and‑easy company's unique game room, he saw Texas approach and greet:

"Lindun, your friend is waiting at the company gate—want to go have a look?"

The reason she asked that was because she still remembered why Aomo had initially come to her for help.

Her social circle had some difficulties…… She could understand that being around people like angels and Lappland, but considering the other party's race, she also felt that perhaps it was an unavoidable duty.

"My friend? How do you know that?"

"Friends? Who would come to Penguin Logistics looking for me? And how could Dekesisi know which of my friends?"

The three-part question quickly expanded in the boy's mind, even making him doubt whether Dekesisi had truly 'fallen'.

He had fallen into the Shen yuan of the exclusionary complete gu group.

Otherwise, how would he know those friends of mine? He never introduced them.

"Three warehouses… three horse girls." Out of habit from over twenty years, Dekesisi instinctively wanted to say Ku Lan Ta, but he quickly corrected himself.

"I vaguely remember seeing it in the publicity; they're probably a celebrity. If you're not comfortable, you can contact the monitoring room to share the footage with you."

"No need, there's no need to avoid horse girls."

After all, the medicine that made me like this was also made by a horse girl—the renowned Ailisuzhi; anyone who has stayed in the Central would not be unfamiliar with her, nor doubt her skill in crafting medicines.

Just by answering that way, he clearly didn't realize his current mental state wasn't suitable for meeting horse girls.

Especially some……

"Famous horse girl."