Chapter 572: NO．154：Everyone Is Waiting for a Chance to Be Alone

NO．154：Everyone Is Waiting for a Chance to Be Alone

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umastar teacher, do you still remember me? I am the original poster who previously troubled you about parent-child relationship issues, and I sincerely thank you for your reply back then. Just as you said, I actually can do it—I can master the insight method you mentioned and the logic of 'utilizing' it.

'Everyone has their own standard for judging charm, but these standards ultimately all converge on a shared imagined prototype. This prototype is hard to interpret, yet it can be approached—if one understands 'display,' if one skillfully uses 'concealment' and 'emphasis,' then one can infinitely draw close to that prototype.

At your age, sex appeal is largely out of reach, but fortunately, on the path of cuteness, horse girls all possess the capital of heavenly scrolls.

In this world, schemes come in only two kinds: conspiracies that no one notices, and open strategies that everyone must voluntarily jump into.

The former never lasts long; the latter proceeds without obstruction.

It can transform into love, mimic emotion, wander through sincerity and simplicity, endure forever in promises and agreements—this is the perfect familial affection in the world, capable of transcending the barriers of appearance.'

I have fully understood your words, I have already comprehended my own talent, and I have gained the ability to resolve their conflicts. I will forever—forever—live confidently and actively!

Then, I have an improper request.

I have just tried to apply for certification of my Horse Girl account, meaning that when I eventually debut, teacher, you could watch me, discover all my cuteness, and then give me a score like that?

— January 2, 607, 20:30

【umastar：

Wishing you success in certification, and at the same time suggesting you let the trainer at that time score you. I am very glad you have pulled yourself together—being able to maintain good relations with your parents is an enviable ability. I hope you can always maintain it.

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Then, could teacher become my trainer? Even if teacher is not officially a trainer profession, it's fine—many predecessors debuted without formal trainer registration.

Moreover, teacher, you see so clearly—I also hope you will continue to guide me at that time, passing on your experience in getting along with parents to me.

【umastar：

Tell you, your open strategy is not meant to be used on me—I do not make promises lightly.

Moreover, later you will discover that when you truly can draw close to the prototype of cuteness, you will realize……your best trainer should be someone who can always watch you, discover all your cuteness, and preferably also be……sufficiently dull.

He should ideally be like an elder brother, doting on you as one would dote on a younger sister, yet unable to discover the younger sister's privacy.

You should know why idols can become idols.

Perfect expression is like becoming a chicken egg—no matter how one touches it, one cannot find a single prick. But if one breaks that shell……if you still don't understand now, you can jot it down; you will understand later.

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Okay, I have noted it down, but teacher, what are you busy with? Is Karen disturbing you?

Also, have you not agreed to give guidance? Did I do something wrong?

【umasta：

Not a disturbance—I am assembling plastic parts for testing. Earlier I even saw someone else contacting me, but compared to that, shouldn't this elementary school student be asleep by now?

You haven't done anything wrong—guidance will be given when I have free time.

【：

Okay, teacher, then may I also ask you about friendship issues? Everyone says you are thorough in maintaining friendship.

【umasta：

Do you also have conflicts with friends?

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There is a point, just like the situation in that senior Aimu Zhiji's post.

【umasta：

Then try referring to it—private messaging her under my name is also not impossible. If really impossible, ask me again tomorrow. You really should go to sleep, this time.

【：

Okay! Thank you, teacher!

——

Umastagram user 【umastar】, a well-known contributor of monthly Horse Girl factual science popularization.

Also a Horse Girl literary creator, renowned for restoring Horse Girl personalities and speech patterns with documentary-like fidelity; their information gathering and analysis abilities were once suspected to belong to a net-detective profession, and further suspected to be a studio account.

But clearly, what truly earned this user the title umastarsensei is still the account's intense interaction with the person behind it.

Certification of Horse Girl accounts, self-proclaimed uncertified Horse Girl accounts, Horse Girl fan accounts' posts—all have received his replies and comments, even including deeds of helping Horse Girl accounts suspected of match-fixing dispel suspicion.

This user is like their ID—seemingly here to manufacture stars.

They have remained active on the forum with astonishing patience, cultivation, and rich information and social experience, occasionally embodying a psychologist, occasionally serving as a training reference, occasionally sharing life tips, and even as fan numbers grow enormously, they still attend to private messages.

Hence, countless people call them teacher, madam, aibot, etc.

Aomo, who points and directs at the genuine Machine Spirit account's operations, also fares no better—indeed, one could say they are a senior, for their sufficiently cautious operational strategy even makes people unable to discern their gender, let alone whether they are truly human.

Whether it is a team operation or actually an electronic life wandering the forum, too many people cannot tell the difference.

After all, they lack Machine Spirit's meticulous patience in investigation, lack the authority of symbolic families' power relations, and lack Qianming's professional investigative deduction.

Moreover, speaking frankly, umastar has already been a missing account for two years—even if they recently resurrected in a wave, they have gone several days without follow-up, and also ignored private chats.

Most likely they are dead. jpg

On the developed internet, netizens' lives are commonly measured by account activity—this is not without distortion.

But as long as one has the heart to investigate, one can transcend that distortion—yet the heart of that investigation may also contain a few degrees of distortion.

"Then follow little Aomo—this is a gift each sister personally picked, although it was Qianming who proposed it."

"Allow me to say one sentence of thanks for the previous reminder—are you getting closer and closer?"

Having been pulled to sit on the edge of the sofa, yet again being approached by Maruvoski in conversation, the boy continuously shifts backward while retorting: "Moreover, frankly speaking, even with my current appearance, Machine Spirit Miss is insufficient to become an elder sister."

"Is the trainer trying to get Karen to call them older brother?"

"I never said that," Aomo, who had poked their head out from in front of Maruvoski, hurriedly retorted to the little girl's words from afar, "and moreover, everyone has also confirmed my condition—there's no need to stay in the reception room any longer, right?"

"The observers outside have already rotated through several shifts—you all shouldn't be waiting just to have them stalk you until your signing hand goes soft?"

"Then please bring out our signature representative!"

"You truly are worthy of being an old friend of Miss Rudolf, Miss Maruzen."

"Just call me Maruzen, it's fine. Clearly, back when we raced, you weren't this unfamiliar, little Aomo—could it be that even your relationship has grown distant?"

Confirmed, almost certainly.

Maruzen was overly passionate in her youth, hard to say whether it was a hobby or an outburst of sisterly nature; perhaps in the past he would have already corrupted in her embrace, but now he, in mindset, is extraordinarily inclined toward the trainer he was at nineteen.

If you ask what's wrong, naturally it's this reception room atmosphere that has been abnormal from the very beginning.

No matter how tense, excited, or agitated one may be, it will calm down under the three-party visit of this Qianming representative, Maruzen-suki, and the truly clever one; in a sense, this is almost equivalent to the previous Penguin Logistics chat room's threefold interrogation.

Now it is a three-party talk.

With Maruzen-suki, whose purpose is overly obvious, the truly sharp-tongued one, and the Qianming representative who intends to smooth things over for himself, they are conducting a somewhat tormenting reception.

This is clearly not the atmosphere for meeting an idol.

He still held back from taking out a pen to have the two sign, yet it seemed the two wanted him to affix his seal.

At this moment, he viewed Maruzen-suki's embrace as a trap—this is today's limited PTSD, stemming from the torment of an embrace from someone early this morning.

That ironclad arm, impossible to move, and the humiliation requiring Mefilas instant transfer—he certainly did not want to experience a second time.

"He must have been startled by you, you'd better not bring your habit of dealing with little sisters here, Maruzen—now the gift has arrived, the water has been drunk almost fully, it's just right to go out for a walk."

Miss Qianming's assist was still as strong; after glancing at the silent one beside her who had been watching Maruzen's performance for a while, she again feigned stiffness and stretched lazily to rise.

"I've heard the name Penguin Logistics before, though I never had the chance to visit—Aomo, why don't you come show us around?"

"Of course, though I'd rather suggest we go out to talk..." Aomo said, his voice gradually lowering, then seeing Maruzen-suki's obvious regretful gaze, he shrugged, "Still, let me show you around, Miss Trickster—will you come too?"

He looked doubtfully at the girl who, even up to this moment, could not figure out her purpose.

Naturally, he could perceive her gaze that had been constantly scanning him.

But frankly, his intersection with her had, after the staff exhibition, remained only online, and moreover, it was her one-sidedly mixing into his poor reputation.

That is still understandable, after all, given the magnitude of the backlash then, public figures on the forum more or less made comments and expressed attitudes, and Trickster, to maintain her flawless persona, would respond with either rejection or fairness.

That is already sufficient.

Even with two named horse girls, she should not personally participate in the visit, unless she finally intends to show bias—using this trainer, whose recent reputation has improved.

That is unlikely.

After all, Trickster has always been a person rational to near perfection; in account management, even Aomo feels inferior to her—how could such a person have a motive to break her past rationality?

Aomo racked his brains but could not figure it out, for his impression of Trickster lies entirely in the school information he has gathered and mastered.

Moreover, earlier than that...

He searched his memory files with this impression but got nowhere, only feeling that something was still missing from the puzzle.

If not for the countless eyes watching from the side, he could just ask bluntly, after all, he has done the same thing before.

But that is also premised on no one noticing Trickster.

In front of the onlookers, tearing apart someone's long-maintained image, Aomo and she did not have such enmity.

So he merely walked to the reception room door, turned back to greet the three, his gaze falling especially on the tall, jade-like gray-haired girl's face.

Then she merely stood up, tall and jade-like, smiling and saying:

"Oh yes, Karen is very much looking forward to it."