Chapter 576: with translation of title line (which is line [1]? Actually title is given

No. 158: Chengtian Bairen: Yeah, they're all really weird.

- Chengtian Bairen:

Better to follow typical style: surname then given name, no space: "Chengtian Bai ren"? Actually many translations: "Chengtian Bai ren"? I'm not sure.

Chengtian Bairen: Yeah, they're all really weird.

police officer

Wanshan Siji

Representative Qianming

Zhenjiling

Kalian

Aomo Lindun

Chengtian Bairen

Wanshan Siji

Bi Ze

Little Qianming

Little Aomo

Little Kalian

Penguin Logistics

Also maybe "A" not needed.

Also "NO．158：" is a chapter number, not a name.

Chengtian Bairen:

Now we need to output glossary list after all lines, in format:

The purpose of Wanshan Siji's visit to Aomo was obvious to everyone.

After all, she had already been direct with the shota Aomo when she was in some small group.

Although Aomo is no longer a shota, the earlier eye contact among the three was enough to show her attitude remained the same, even escalated.

But...

"But sis, I really didn't do anything out of line! I didn't lay a hand on a minor, and little Aomo isn't really a minor, right!"

Wanshan Siji, her wrists bound with borrowed rope, looked heartbroken; although everyone saved her face and didn't let Penguin Logistics staff see her like this, it was obvious that just being wronged like this made her very sad.

"You can save that line for the officer, Karen doesn't really get it anyway." Selfie angel Zhen Jiling replied with a smile devoid of warmth.

"Then… little Qianming! You definitely believe me, right!"

"Um… I want to believe, but if I have to convince others… uh," Qianming's representative showed a troubled expression, glanced at Zhen Jiling, then turned back, shrugged, and said, "Right? Mainly because everyone saw it."

"What do you mean 'right'!" Wanshan Siji exclaimed indignantly, trembling hands, heart aching, "Didn't little Aomo also say nothing happened? He proved I didn't do anything!"

"Right, I can prove it."

Aomo, not very interested in watching this farce, raised his hand; he was standing by the windowsill looking out at the rain, thinking this rain was probably meant for Wanshan Siji.

But someone was still at A.

"But I heard Karen say that the testimony of a minor victim depends on the situation to determine if it's valid."

The girl stuck out her tongue, smiling as she denied the parties' words: "Although the trainer's ID doesn't list her as a minor, this condition has indeed affected her, right?"

"Little Qianming?"

"Hmm?"

"Is it just my imagination? I feel like little Karen is seriously hostile toward me." Feeling something off, Wanshan Siji decided to borrow her friend's detective-like acuteness to judge truth from falsehood.

"I don't think it's an illusion."

Leaning against the immaculately whitewashed wall of the Penguin Logistics corridor, Qianming's representative glanced at Zhen Jiling, then looked at the calm-faced Aomo.

Although she had inferred the general situation of Zhen Jiling and Aomo through investigation, there were still large blanks in the details, after all she hadn't yet gone so far as to deliberately hack into their accounts to dig up private messages.

She also wasn't clear what Aomo and Wanshan had talked about, leading to her seeing that scene as soon as she came out.

To say Wanshan had any intention of laying hands on a minor, she also didn't believe it; Wanshan's fondness for Aomo was obviously not that deep, and the atmosphere between them at the time was far from romantic.

But at that time Wanshan's expression didn't look like she had succeeded in teasing Aomo; it seemed more like concern and pity, filling her heart with doubts and curiosity, yet she found no chance to ask.

After all, little Karen was also there at the side.

Although little Karen had said things like "I'm not looking for anything from him, I just want to understand him," … still, I can't trust her, can I?

Qianming thought subtly.

But this matter probably ends here after all.

"There's nothing to see in this hallway; we should go downstairs, but we shouldn't let Wanshan stay like this, right?" she said, earning Wanshan Siji's grateful gaze.

This instead made her feel a bit guilty, after all, in the end, Wanshan being tied up also counted as her having a hand in it.

Or rather, everyone had a hand in it.

When a persecution begins, if you don't speak up, it's tantamount to aiding the perpetrator.

Proposed by Zhen Jiling, tacitly approved by Qianming's representative, and Aomo Lindun symbolically gave Wanshan Siji a proof of protest while borrowing the rope, and he didn't get angry either.

This brought about the birth of this scene.

The three of them, using this to either adjust emotions, review and analyze, or shift perspectives, thus Wanshan Siji became the sacrifice.

But at least everyone knew the score in their hearts.

"That's right, Karen may have gone overboard, sorry, senior Wanshan." Zhen Jiling stepped forward to help untie.

"No need for all this trouble, I'll do it," Aomo stepped forward as well, swiped his hand holding something, and began to bow his head to pick up the leftover rope pieces on the ground, "Throwing them into the recycling machine later will make a new rope."

"There's such a convenient device?" Wanshan Siji sighed, rubbing her wrists.

Then Qianming called out to her again:

"Wanshan, where do you want to go for lunch? Let me treat you."

"Great! Little Aomo should come too! You can also bring your close coworkers and really give little Qianming a good feast!"

"Uh, this might be a bit…" Aomo hesitated a little, after all Qianming isn't quite the kind of toxic friend like Bi Ze.

Still, going after an idol with a knife is a bit too extreme.

"What's the problem? Come on, are you worried about my wallet?" The hundred-million-worth Qianming's representative waved her hand lightly, and the atmosphere became harmonious again.

She even patted Zhen Jiling's shoulder with one hand: "Little Karen, you coming too?"

The latter managed a subtle yet noticeable degree, lifting her hand to support the shoulder without a trace, showing the little girl's cute rejection from a good angle, then she smiled brightly and said: "Of course, Senior Qianming, Karen might still have something to ask you."

This kind of behavior, showing a hint of tea ceremony mastery, left Aomo somewhat puzzled.

To be frank, such behavior isn't rare, but he could sense from the other's initial movements a hint of familiarity worth noting.

However, the means of disguising oneself in the world share similar underlying principles; some familiarity is nothing special, and using the same tactics in Aomo's hands would only make him seem peripheral, whereas that girl can maintain all-around cuteness, always being the center of attention wherever she goes.

Her talent remains extraordinarily unusual; from the moment she arrived, together with Qianming and Wanshan, she displayed a completely different kind of 'preparation'.

Those carefully wiped little leather shoes, always neat and tidy, the skirt with hardly any creases, reveal nothing of her experience; and her hand lifting a strand of hair, revealing an almost perfect cute face—also just the right angle.

Even her gentle smile and obedient demeanor only slightly restrained when questioning Wanshan, but that was more like showing a cute little temper; when she walked beside herself, she returned to her original posture, smiling like a flower.

Sweet and gentle, it could always keep Aomo that alert.

He was alert to her self-awareness and how well she used her own charm, far more natural than the information he had gathered, or the photos attached to his liked tweets.

This indicates she also concealed something in those public displays, as if being cautious toward such information gatherers of herself.

What kind of talent is this?

Every time he sees this girl, he can't help but inwardly admire that her talent surpasses his own from back then.

And how old is she?

How could there be a rough stone so close to being a finished product in this world?

And it's so perfect, without the psychological burden I have, shining brightly before people.

It makes him feel even more that he is the fact of being a dark forced.

Similar talent and similar development.

Some can be the focus of myriad eyes, shining like stars surrounding the moon, while others spend over a decade as a lone forced, finally broadening their social circle only because they are Hei'an enough.

However, this is also not important; Aomo believes he himself has also undergone obvious change, and this horse girl who excels at disguise to the point of excess……

Clearly, last time we met he expressed hostility, yet today he again shows this subtle friendliness.

"Trainer as well, Karen now has a question to ask you?"

"What question?"

Regardless of whether there has been hostility before, Aomo will not show disgust toward any horse girl he has noticed and supported.

Before the public opinion became so complicated, he at least posted on Umastagram a comment like 'Karen is truly cute,' though he doesn't know if the other party has deleted it now, and he doesn't really care.

He merely slowed his steps going downstairs to look at the other.

At the same time, Maruzen Siki and the Qianming representative walking ahead also turned back, showing a bit of gossip.

"If you were to give the current Karen a score for cuteness, what would you give?"

Her petite cheek twitched slightly, her fingers elegantly adorning it; her upward gaze held no excessive pleading, just a gentle, soft consultation.

Such a genuine clever, anyone who sees would think her perfectly cute, and after a moment's thought, Aomo gave his answer.

"87, on a hundred-point scale."

"That strict?" Qianming below felt indignant, "It should at least be a hundred!"

"Exactly, it should be a hundred percent!" Maruzen also joined in, generally thinking Aomo is a straight man of alloy.

But unexpectedly, the genuine clever turned her head back to them, avoiding Aomo's slightly narrowed gaze, and after a few steps joined with them:

"It's fine, this is enough."

She said with a smile, smiling without any pretense, causing the two seniors who saw the smile to each be surprised, surprised in different ways.

"Trainer, hurry up and come over to invite your friends!"

She again said without turning back, pulling the two seniors to quicken their pace, causing Aomo, who fell behind, to see and raise his hand to twist his nose bridge.

A strange reaction.

A strange problem.

Sudden words attempting to conceal something……

Aomo didn't walk very fast; he had a slight headache.

Thinking whether this is a method by which the genuine clever uses to mislead and design him.

A special prank?

It's not that this possibility doesn't exist, after all……

The three who came to visit today are all quite strange.