Chapter 731

NO．100：Training officer goes to the student council, quite normal.

The next day, it was another day of heavy rain.

The typhoon's progress map on TV and the internet had already reached the outskirts of Boundary Gate East District, suggesting that such strong winds and rain would continue for nearly a week.

This certainly couldn't shake modern building quality, but it would also cause noticeable inconvenience.

Aside from that, there was no line at the entrance of the exhibition hall across the street.

All that could be seen was the striking‑haired little girl waving goodbye to her sister at the door, stepping out with an umbrella.

When our eyes met, she waved vigorously and shouted a greeting that, while spirited, was easily drowned out by the rain.

Even if drowned by the rain, it could still be received by the demon.

Thus Aomo no longer leaned by the door, stood straight, waved with his freed right hand, and replied via telepathy.

Then, seeing her pause, she again waved goodbye with surprising vigor and ran off toward the alley, lively as ever……

Aomo couldn't help but feel sentimental.

"Being young is great."

Such youthful vigor even hints at an early arrival in Special Thunder Forest, and the nickname "Brother Lindon" is just like Xiao Te's.

It's hard to imagine that the neighbor, who always wears a stern face and isn't very friendly when certain topics come up, would have such a lovable, well‑behaved younger sister.

"What do you think? Hongxia's gachi, going to school in a typhoon—such a dangerous thing—don't you have any ideas?"

He couldn't help but look down at the card he had drawn; the silent giant beast on it remained still, just as he usually claimed his monster cards had no thoughts.

"You talk as if you're over twenty, Xiao She—where's my breakfast?" Qian from the side shot him a dissatisfied glance.

That sounded a bit like Suzi, making him silently put the card away and twitch his nose bridge.

Could it be that girls of different personalities ultimately converge onto the same path?

"It's all ready, just in the kitchen—you just need to use the bathroom."

"Eh—? I thought you hadn't made it…" That surprised tone hesitated, then spoke words that silenced him again.

"Could it be that I finally got up early today?!"

"Unfortunately, you only have fourteen minutes to eat, Miss Qian."

"Eh?! Why didn't you say so sooner!"

The girl hurried back and ran to the kitchen, while the youth, not in a rush, merely lifted his left hand.

He drank the nightcap, then another glass of the hangover remedy in the morning.

"Miss Ling, do you have any solution?"

A fleeting sense of familiarity prompted him to extend his telepathy over a small area, and indeed, after two seconds he received a familiar response:

"How about fighting fire with fire? Care for a sip?"

"……Better not, then."

Not to mention the idea of using fresh liquor to chase away the original hangover—it was wildly excessive, flouting common sense, and even the mouth of the liquor gourd the other party offered seemed somewhat questionable.

He had just seen the other party drinking, and when he answered his own question, he happened to set it down.

"Ah, Mr. Aomo truly is changeable—just earlier he was drinking happily, now he won't even share a small drink with me."

"Miss Ling, have you been possessed by Miss Nian?"

"Gee, this drink—have a sip in the morning, life's fun~!"

"At least there's a cup."

"If there's a cup, drink! Okay, okay, okay!"

"No thanks, I need to sober up."

"Gee, so boring, not satisfying~"

The fleeting feeling faded; Aomo turned his head back, lowered his gaze to the still‑eighty‑percent‑full hangover remedy in his hand.

He expressionlessly drained it.

Without thinking of the dream fragments already slipping from memory, he also made the screen's shrine maiden beast look puzzled, feeling his partner's expression management was so chaotic, a bit neurotic, and for a moment he didn't dare speak.

All that can be said is, alcohol harms people.

Although Aomo thanked Miss Kino for single-handedly covering last night's drinks, he neither accepted being treated nor accepted splitting the bill, yet he likewise had to face the morning-after state of still feeling dizzy and heavy-headed.

Of course, Miss Kino's doing this is also somewhat clueless.

One must know that, in the past, Aomo would only ever suggest splitting the bill, or even directly prompt the other party to pay—this also counts as his first time proactively taking on an expense of not insignificant amount.

Although drinking with Symbol's business partners counts as entertaining and could be reimbursed by Symbol—however, that's not important!

At least for the time being, Aomo does not want Lu Daofu to see this expense, and a mature woman like Miss Kino would not say much either.

... At least not recently.

But I really didn't expect that the first time I treated someone would be refused and they'd treat me instead...

Perhaps this also counts as an expression of some kind of attitude.

Last night he couldn't help thinking that way; by the morning of the second day, he again felt that perhaps it was just alcohol-induced random thoughts.

Jidong-style daiginjo sake may not be strong, but it's hard to resist drinking plenty of it in good company.

At the time, allowing his body to display its racial characteristics felt nothing, but only when he turned back and returned to his human qualities did the aftereffects become apparent.

Precisely for this reason, he would rarely stand at the office entrance, gazing at the not-so-wide open space in the alley.

Watching countless raindrops shatter and disperse on it, plus the cool breeze brushing his face alleviating the swelling pain, made him feel much better overall.

"Xiao She~ I brought your portion over too! Want another hangover drink?"

"... No thanks, but are you okay? You've gotten so slow."

"Thinking that Xiao She is still hung over, we can just teleport later, so there's no need to rush~ Besides, this kind of weather isn't great for riding a motorbike anyway?"

"That's indeed the case."

——

Adding a rainproof system to the Beta motorcycle isn't difficult, but at the design stage, neither the customers nor the designers considered this issue.

After all, demons never thought they would later use it to carry people.

The riding gear and helmet that come with the motorcycle itself are completely waterproof, and if one transforms into a demon, rain is no trouble at all.

Based on this, it is born to be unfazed when speeding through the rain.

With the demon-skull-shaped headlight eyes and the azure flames in the double-horn-shaped exhaust, it easily pierces the rain curtain, speeds through the gale, drawing Vodka's 'So cool!' gaze and the eager delight of a red sports car.

Obviously—although Xi thought their condition was actually unsuitable for driving, Aomo still teleported Xi to school, then teleported back home and drove the car.

After all, Aomo knows their condition; driving a car won't make them vomit, feeling the raindrops and the strong wind actually makes them more alert.

Moreover, Aomo will never let the Beta motorcycle get too far from them.

Because although it looks like a motorcycle, rides like one, and even needs fuel like a motorcycle, it—its essence is merely a Beta system disguised as a motorcycle!

All of Aomo's fusion beasts rely on the technetium-133 atoms it converts.

If not within its effective range, Aomo's equipment, written as Beta igniter and read as Beta magic blade—the Mefilas equipment—is useless no matter how you press it.

So Aomo actually brings the motorcycle wherever they go; even if they don't ride it, they use their teleportation ability to bring it nearby.

To ensure they can activate their fusion beasts at any time.

But perhaps this time they really shouldn't ride it.

"Just run a lap! Come run a lap with me, Little Aomo; sis hasn't gotten a single challenge lately, I'm bored to death."

"Please let go, I'll go change clothes and then talk to you." Aomo, already straining to lean back, struggled to resist the figure pressing close in the tug on their arm.

In these days when summer hasn't ended and autumn hasn't arrived, the noticeable cool brought by a typhoon only lets the other person wear an extra coat compared to usual; those who don't need to wear school uniforms—the graduates—dress even cooler than all the students, thus appearing even more formidable.

"Changing clothes doesn't mean you've escaped! This wet outfit is just right now! Sis still remembers how you looked back then—you're awesome!"

This description…… compared to the vague sense of the era it reveals, Aomo is more concerned with the focus of countless gazes.

"Please watch your words, Little Maruzen……"

"Huh?" The blue eyes cast a silent pressure; a more obvious pressure comes from the close body.

"Maruzen sis, many students are watching."

The parking lot exit and the school entrance are far apart, but the student dormitories are not far; indeed, the route from Beautiful Bay Dormitory toward the teaching building is a necessary passage.

Thus at this moment, countless curious gazes are directed at the two people pulling at each other under the eaves, while even more gazes focus on the male rider wearing a helmet, whose black glass face shield hides his face.

"Just look if you want; what's wrong with my words? Little Aomo, are you just unwilling like this?"

"Um, first let go of my hand; I'm still soaked in rain."

"I won't let go; I feel Little Aomo has been avoiding me lately."

"That's just an illusion; I've just been busier lately."

"Meow~~! Jiangsheng and Ludaofu also like saying that!"

"I think they didn't lie."

"So to play with them, we must seize the opportunity and not let go!"

Ah this……

Aomo couldn't help but admit the perfection of this logic; if you want to play with two workaholics, you can't wait for them to finish work, but must seize each precious moment of their hard‑won adjustment and relaxation.

That's a rare opportunity.

At times like this, willfulness is not a flaw but a sword one must wield, able to break through tight defenses and seize that opportunity.

At other times, Aomo would definitely cheer for Maruzen Ski's decisiveness, but if the person in question were themselves……

Aomo was momentarily at a loss, but a familiar voice of dissatisfaction came from the side:

"Hey, what are you two doing?"

"Aomo trainer? Maruzen senior?"

That was the Sirius symbol with both hands slipped into the skirt's side pockets, expression like an old man looking at a phone on the subway, while beside them was the Ludaofu Xiangzheng looking surprised.

These two are indeed residents of Beautiful Bay Dormitory, just like Aomo's subordinate, the Manchester Chazuo.

——

At the same time, the activity room.

"……Suzi, has the trainer sent any news?"

The black‑haired girl tending the coffee pot asked, while the brown‑haired girl who rarely reads quietly was occupying the trainer's sofa.

"Huh? No, that guy wouldn't privately message me even if nothing was wrong; if there's news, just check the group."

"Come to think of it, Chazuo, you got up really early today; you shouldn't still be in the dorm at this time of day, should you?"

"……Suzi isn't the same?"

"The humidity is so high their tails seem wringable, they have no inclination to study, let alone run—probably only a mechanical guinea pig would do that."

"…Bourbon said she'd come over after finishing her morning workout at the gym."

"I saw that too—truly immovable."

"…Besides, I actually like this kind of rainy day, but…… it's indeed inconvenient for running."

"Right? Time just suddenly saved——wait a moment, truly rare, Yamato-kun contacted me early this morning; could it be they need cold medicine…… Vodka………"

Someone suddenly stood up, then immediately sat back down.

"……Suzi?"

"New news, if you're looking for the guinea pig guy, you have to go to the student council, Chazuo."

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