Chapter 612: NO.193: You cannot attribute all problems to external interference

NO. 193: You cannot attribute all problems to external interference.

Generally speaking, when your social circle as a whole shows a youthful trend and most people are focused on a particular professional field, you don't need to worry about someone stumbling upon your news-making masterpiece.

Indeed, young people also watch the news.

But what they mostly read are district-level news that can be expressed freely and interstellar news.

Setting aside political demands, they also read some gaming news and news about professional employment—but that is obviously not a problem either.

Although he had been in the news once, Aomo's life would not suffer any impact.

Even if the town police near Baishan wanted to give him a commendation banner, he would not bother with the police contact records listed by his AI butler.

What's there to bother with? … Happily going to claim credit, but what if someone makes you pay compensation?

Aomo clearly remembered that the fight at the volcanic crater had directly destroyed some vegetation and man-made objects.

Although winning against the Yellow Robe Scroll counts as considerable merit, the exact judgment still depends on the opinions of those people at the time.

Thinking that Baishan is the territory of the Jidong people, and recalling how Jidong people act in such matters, Aomo would rather claim that someone impersonated him in the operation.

Baishan? What Baishan? I've been in Central Tresen all along!

I was just in the cafeteria, and there are plenty of chefs who can vouch for me!

Thus, to avoid trouble, Aomo 'sacrificed' a lot.

But even so, Aomo still has to face communications from Qielienina Texas, Meipu Bourbon, Manchester Tea House, Great Shock, Rudolf Symbol, and even Maruzen Ski, and then realize that this is, in some sense, a repayment of debt.

Because this list of message records is exactly the kind of people he once considered relatively reliable in his social circle, and thus he trusted them quite a bit.

But...

Come on, sir? Do these people all read the news?!

I myself am not that idle!

Although he had some doubts, Aomo still didn't want to think too much and just gave up.

Lying on the hospital bed, he tried to become a thoughtless sack of horse-fish, but the glare from beside was too dazzling, forcing him to turn his head and look at the brown-haired horse girl who had suddenly turned her head back.

"Miss Aimu Zhiji."

He spoke gently, yet with a different distance than before: "Do you have any questions for me?"

"No."

Lying on her side in the next bed, Aimu Zhiji pulled the blanket over herself, facing away from Aomo, and just as she said that, she heard Qianming's greeting from not far away:

"Zhiji! Aimu Zhiji classmate! Don't lie on your side! Make sure there is no physical pressure on either side of the equipment! The readings are very unstable right now!"

"..." She turned silently, her face expressionless in Aomo's subtle gaze.

"How about now?" she asked Qianming, looking at the familiar ceiling.

"It's normal now! Just keep it like this for now; you have six minutes left!" said Qianming, seated at the instrument screen, and then she began chatting with a colleague beside her.

They launched straight into talking about the horse girls sent to the hospital beds this morning with high intensity, and they didn't care at all that someone was still lying on a bed.

Of course, when this horse girl wore the same mental detection device as Aomo on her head, you could see she was indeed different from those students.

They complained and lamented about the injured horse girls, but it didn't affect those of us with mental issues here.

Turning back from their topic, Aomo, likewise on his side but propping up his upper body to avoid pressure, also had no intention of asking further.

He simply picked up the kettle and disposable cup from the bedside table, poured a cup of water, then turned back and calmly activated the light screen.

【Yuehuanshe: How did your roommate end up lying directly in the infirmary?】

He directly tapped the account of Zhenjiling, and with a dark red glance swept over the other's bedside.

He didn't see the outline of that horse girl, but the blanket at the bedside had shrunk, causing his vision to pause, then he followed the blanket upward and saw Aimu Zhiji wrapped entirely in the blanket from the neck down, as if caught by an inspection card in an indescribable way.

And that obviously disdainful gaze.

Hmm… how should this situation be described?

Puxin? Ah… maybe not exactly that… but anyway it's a misunderstanding.

But I can't say I'm not at fault either.

Although focused on the soul, he couldn't ignore the real-world offense, since it was indeed impolite, so he still spoke up to apologize:

"Please allow me to apologize, Miss Aimu Zhiji."

"I have a question I want to ask you." Aimu Zhiji, still maintaining her rejecting demeanor, suddenly said.

"Please go ahead."

"Are you quite familiar with Representative Qianming and Ludaofu Xiangzheng?"

"I can't say we're very familiar; I've just been fortunate to receive their kind attention."

【"She said she felt somewhat off and wanted to get a checkup; Karen also wanted to go along but was refused; however, how did the brother know?"】

How would I know? I was ganked into the ward by Qianming together with Ludaofu!

Aomo, who was inwardly complaining like that, merely glanced at the reply on the screen; in fact he was still in the middle of his conversation with Aimu Zhiji, and hadn't even finished speaking.

"Those with ability need only show a personal tendency toward kindness to seem affable, but for the mentally tense, it's usually hard to relax even a bit."

"You're lying."

"How did this come up again?" Aomo couldn't help but feel helpless.

"Just being kindly attentive doesn't entail arranging a private jet pickup."

"Could it be that Miss Qianming was just joking?"

"Huh? When did I say that was a joke? Ludaofu really can do that!"

"Whose side are you really on, Miss Qianming?"

He lifted his head to look toward the distant Representative Qianming with exceptional hearing; Aomo's gaze was full of helplessness, while the other wore an innocent expression, plus a hint of resentment at being misunderstood.

Some people's personalities are so clear and free, yet their hearts are impenetrable.

Aomo, who really couldn't teach anything, could only withdraw his gaze and look again at Aimu Zhiji, whose eyes already held some hostility; a wry smile also appeared on his face: "I think Miss Aimu Zhiji has some prejudice against me, but that's all a misunderstanding."

I didn't expect that either.

It's only been two meetings, yet the impression could be this bad.

Thinking back, perhaps this is the first time in a long while I've felt such clear dissatisfaction toward someone, and I don't even want to find out how this weird person got involved with the emperor and Mr. CB.

After all, she isn't that gossipy; in this dull wait for time to pass, she rarely felt a hint of curiosity, only to have it overridden by the other's lies.

Then might as well drop it.

"This academy will still have a trainer like you."

Aimu Zhiji inevitably felt a bit complicated.

Wondering when she last felt this displeased.

Isn't that the person who clearly understands her all too well, yet never takes her side, using sharp, biting words to lay bare her wounds?

Because of that person, she isn't even angry at Ji Ling's persistent nagging, since she's already seen what truly angers her.

But those two people are ultimately different from this person in front of her.

This person is just full of lies and ever-changing oddness, repeatedly provoking her dislike with strange behavior in just two meetings, to the point that she now even worries about the Mànchéng Chazuo classmate.

Ailisuzhi and Meipu Bopang aren't familiar to her, but the Mànchéng Chazuo classmate is a friendly, kind person who doesn't overstep.

Interacting with her is especially relaxed and comfortable, making her feel that such a friendly Chazuo classmate shouldn't have a trainer who constantly causes discomfort.

The mutual complement everyone talks about definitely doesn't mean this.

But she also never likes to interfere with others, just as she doesn't want others interfering with her.

Right now, she also feels quite torn.

Although she has no trainer, she sees that classmates with trainers generally get along well with them; if she were to bluntly say 'your trainer is wrong,' it would only create conflict and serve no purpose.

It's really troublesome, and not efficient at all.

——Or rather, she actually wants to meddle this much?!

Aimu Zhiji belatedly widened her eyes, recalling that her original reason for coming to the infirmary was also a nonsensical train of thought that had popped up.

Like wanting to buy an ice cream when passing a convenience store, or wanting a thick, rich drink when passing a honey specialty shop—these are normal thoughts for ordinary horse girls, but for her they're abnormal.

She never has such thoughts of 'enjoyment' normally!

She feels she must have some mental issue, since no one who holds themselves to strict standards would suddenly relax completely; there must be a reason, yet she can't recall anything special that happened to her.

Meeting that weird person does seem special, but that alone isn't suspicious!

She just felt she should get checked, so she voluntarily came to the infirmary.

And now…

"Beep—"

The instrument on her forehead suddenly emitted a long, calm alert tone, and outside came Qianming representative's call: "All right! Aimu Zhiji classmate, you can take off the instrument and come over!"

She then swiftly left the sickbed, keeping her distance from the youth who always gave her a weird feeling, and in two strides reached Qianming representative and the other nurse, asking:

"How is it? What's the result?"

"Result? Pretty good, actually—more like the numbers show a recovering trend from a serious illness, so keep it up!"

"Something's off…"

Aimu Zhiji, hearing their "oh, nothing much," only felt somewhat inexplicable.