Chapter 766: NO.135: He's Being So Polite, It's Totally Abnormal

NO. 135: He's being so polite, it's totally abnormal.

"Balkangrape, the one who recently ran a GIII."

"You want to investigate her and her trainer, right? Sure."

"The point isn't actually the horse girls and their trainers, but rather their social circles. Setting that aside, it's a fact that Balkangrape and the Baltan alien act together, and the Baltan alien is also the one leading off‑track interference."

"So after all that circling around, you still want me to investigate aliens?"

"Although the result is like that, the focus is different. You only need to investigate race‑related matters; once the evidence is gathered, report it to the URA—that would also count as an achievement for the Symbolists."

"The Symbolists wouldn't care about such petty gains."

"But I think… creating a fair competition field with my own hands is exactly what all top‑tier horse girls expect."

"You're just flattering Rudolf like that?"

"You call that flattery? I'm actually wondering what Miss Sirius thinks of her childhood friend and of herself."

"Tsk, you're still as talkative as ever."

"It's rare—this time the emotional breakdown came earlier than before."

"Who broke down?!"

The busy tone that followed the words was direct proof of the breakdown.

Letting the person holding the receiver, Aomo, shake his head, he closed the retro‑styled communicator on the counter.

This could be called a private matter, but it could also be seen as public business; using the office's public line wouldn't be strange, yet what Aomo valued was the content of the office's public line, which is uniformly managed by the mercenary base.

As an office, its encryption level could still be raised by one notch.

Although it can't be called foolproof encryption, it's still far stronger than the encryption services of ordinary private companies.

And the reason he's considering this isn't because he's still being overly cautious, but because he received a feedback message from the confidential‑communications AI:

【Your personal information log recorded 17 intrusion attempts on September 12; please stay alert

If you wish to upgrade your encryption package, press the # key】

Aomo: 6.

He ended up not pressing the # key.

After all, in terms of data protection, his private number's main defense isn't actually the hall's AI protection.

But rather a certain Digimon lady who hasn't shown up in a long time.

Witchmon lights up his screen sooner than the hall's AI would, questioning whether he's gotten into something again lately.

On a normal day, this question would indeed be hard to answer.

When you're no longer an obscure bit player, you'll not only see many stories unfold around you, but also many stories happen beyond your sight.

Just like some famous horse girls, they usually don't know how fans' little matters around them turn into conflicts.

And some big shots don't realize that a few offhand remarks of theirs can lead, years later, to someone repaying a kindness and someone seeking revenge.

But when faced with it, they're still utterly bewildered.

Of course, Aomo isn't such a big shot, but his inbox gets just as many rich and interesting new emails each day.

He has no doubt that, if he wanted, he could dig out some side‑quest clues from them—but for now he's opened a mission chain, and his train of thought isn't going to veer off elsewhere.

Thus the transmission of that message needs to be even more covert.

He even sent a message to Sai Luo, saying they wouldn't need to meet for the next few days and could communicate via telepathy.

Although he'd rather Sai Luo just change his face, considering the persuasion cost… he decided to just remind him to wear a mask.

That day's 17 intrusion attempts…

Rather than immediately suspecting himself, perhaps someone had been keeping an eye on him all along.

"Need help?!"

A tuft of pink hair suddenly poked out from beside the stairwell, its eager look making it seem like it was asking whether to go on an outing.

He merely walked from the hallway to the kitchen, and as he passed the stairwell he tapped that head with his knuckle.

"Ouch!", the pink‑haired protest said, looking at the reaction as if it didn't hurt.

"Just accept your last half‑day holiday honestly, don't think about anything that would require skipping class." Aomo said coldly, walking toward the kitchen without looking back.

Meanwhile, Xintiao Qian shuffled over in her slippers to the kitchen door: "But after the typhoon holiday, the very next day is a double‑day off!"

"You're not even trying to make up lessons—what kind of school is this?" the young man muttered while rummaging in the fridge.

"It's not a Dongyan‑system school, so we don't have seven‑days‑on, three‑days‑off~" the pink hair waved her hand, then, as if realizing something, broke into a mischievous grin: "Ah, did Little Snake used to spend all her time in remedial classes?"

"If you're free, come help wash the vegetables."

"After washing the veggies, can you bring me along?"

"I never said that," Aomo said with a stern face. "You'd better go back to your room and wait for dinner."

"Mmm~~~!"

The puffed‑up pink‑haired head slowly retreated back behind the door.

But before it fully withdrew, a voice from inside called out: "By the way, want the photos from the scene earlier?"

"Yes!"

The whole head shot forward again.

——

【Flash: Lintonsang, didn't you sleep well?】

"……"

The gaze that kept nodding narrowed slightly; as it swept over a young man in the distance during a brief glance, taking in his concern, Aomo unconsciously pushed up his glasses and then sent his voice into the other's mind.

'No, just mental fatigue.'

? That's just not sleeping well, right?

Chao Cang Lu, who suddenly couldn't understand, wondered if this was just being stubborn, when he heard the other party say.

In this era, most people have crystal cores implanted in their brains, quantifying memories into files.

? Chao Cang Lu doubted again; impatient, he couldn't see how this related to what the other party just said.

This was initially intended to enhance memory, allowing all modifiers to achieve perfect recall and lifelong benefit.

Because quantified memories can be extracted, a memory printing technology was born; the images in memories can not only be printed, but also played as video.

【Flash Hero: Could it be that you...?】

Chao Cang Lu, eyes wide open, finally realized.

For genuine cybernetic enhancers, printing and playing memory images are quite common, with extra processors and embedded bodies sharing the computational load, posing no burden; but I have only performed the simple crystal core implantation.

Mechanical monster cards can provide computing power, but the body still bears that load.

Aomo's Galatron simulation computer makes him smoke each time he uses it; by comparison, memory imprinting merely makes him a bit dizzy, which is a minor issue.

"Brain fatigue is still a minor problem."

Apparently to strengthen his persuasiveness, Aomo picked up the dark purple solution on the side, and under Chao Cang Lu's wide-eyed stare, he gulped it down glug glug glug.

Then his spirit visibly improved considerably.

Produced by Ailisuzhi, it's rare for a work that doesn't make people glow or emit black mist; however, its hue and viscosity make it hard to approach, so probably only her trainer could drink it without changing expression.

"Before Miss Jun Chuan comes to review you, I'll squeeze out five minutes for you to review the basics taught by Stuart the trainer."

Hearing that, the distant youth immediately lowered his head and started tapping his phone.

【Flash Hero: Only five minutes?】

"Yes, in five minutes I have to receive a client using the deep infiltration system."

Chao Cang Lu raised his head again in doubt, looking far toward Aomo standing by the school bulletin board.

"I've said before, if you don't understand, you can ask; your interview time is limited."

【Flash Hero: I guess there's no need to explain this to me, right?】

"It is necessary, after all I'm quite doubtful."

【Flash Hero: Doubtful?】

"I've had the office open for three months; this is the first client to formally use the office's public contact channel."

【Flash Hero: Uh……】