Chapter 791: NO.160: Brother, you missed the opportunity again

NO. 160: Brother, you missed the opportunity again.

At six in the afternoon, Bi Ze stood on a street with no servant pick‑drop, and took out his phone.

He dialed a friend's number, then waited boredly, making him glance at the red light opposite, then turn his head to look at the side of the street where a transfer zone with a projection warning line was drawn—several non‑human figures suddenly appeared there, looking like a group transfer.

But this was just a common little incident for living in this city, so Bi Ze merely glanced, turned his head back, and looked at his already‑connected, stable‑frequency video call.

"What are you doing?" he asked, looking at the other's expressionless face, without even greeting.

It wasn't rude provocation, but rather the familiarity that made formalities unnecessary; the other, who usually valued etiquette, also skipped that and calmly replied, "Naturally, I'm at work."

"Working overtime?"

It was somewhat unexpected, but not especially so; Bi Ze watched the other's steady appearance on camera, while he himself had to hold his phone and move forward on the green light.

"Isn't it time to get out of school at this hour?"

Although different schools might have different dismissal times, in Bi Ze's impression, Aomo's off‑duty time should be the same as his own.

After all, this person has three high‑schoolers under him; the trainer's job, rounded off, is basically a high‑school teacher.

But this guy really has always given him the impression of being very dedicated to work, so working overtime is no surprise, and Bi Ze wasn't surprised.

And frankly speaking.

The job of a horse‑girl trainer… besides overtime, is more likely to be held back by another reason.

"Helping horse‑girls pick suitable horseshoes is a job that doesn't clash with after‑school time, right?"

Look, here it comes……

Hearing Aomo's reply, Bi Ze's expression inevitably became subtle; he was never one to hide his feelings, especially after returning to school life.

As a corporate drone he always tried to manage his expression, and during his brief stint in the overly pressurised Japanese workplace while studying abroad—so upon returning to domestic student life, he directly revealed the true self he had only shown online before.

Admittedly, part of this is because this world seems too '2‑D' to him.

But there's no doubt that Bi Ze's 'alienation' truly began only after he arrived in this world.

Having gone too far on the road of self‑acceptance, he's reached the point where 'when life goes well, one must indulge,' so he feels no grudge against himself.

Besides that… while his brother was still in the single‑person entrepreneurship stage, he had already directly ordered a custom‑made android girlfriend; although he had to obey the relevant android‑rights regulations, he unquestionably retreated into a comfort zone where he didn't want much interaction with the opposite sex.

This is naturally a tendency to escape, but the escape tendency itself is also a compromise that pleases oneself, and the most important premise of his choice is—he really can escape for a lifetime.

Although the Android Rights Act gave androids human‑like survival rights, they were created with built‑in instructions; as long as Bi Ze himself doesn't go crazy and do something extreme, the maid named Zhuohua will not abandon him and will accompany him for life.

——Of course, getting a virus is a separate matter; this is also an inconvenience inherent to androids as sentient life.

But even if infected, there is still room for recovery; if all else fails, one can remake from backup data—precisely because of this stability, most of the early protest groups against androids were occupied by radical feminists.

Actually this makes no sense, because male androids also have production lines, and female user orders are far from few.

However, this topic involves the composition of radical‑feminist members; in fact, compared with those old sesame‑millet‑rotten‑grain stories, Bi Ze's choice is actually quite common among transmigrants.

The reason to emphasize the 'transmigrant ranks' is that those sesame‑millet‑rotten‑grain incidents in this world are already past.

History develops in a spiral rise; even a severely skewed social trend will eventually be corrected back to its original form, and since the most extreme faction back then is down to less than one in ten, contemporary locals are not lacking confidence in interacting with the opposite sex.

The development of the android reproductive‑module industry chain, compared with its former height, can only be described as a plummet of thousands of feet; it has sunk to the point where now it mainly relies on the local tiny minority and the transmigrant group to keep alive.

Let's stop the idle chatter.

Precisely because the transmigrant group contains many such customers, Aomo, who is used to driving his brother to improve, has also never said anything about this.

This kind of avoidance that doesn't too much hinder life—if one could escape a lifetime, there'd be no need to force the other to face it; rather, Aomo actually can quite empathize.

Because he himself is also an 'evader'.

Although he has no fear of interacting with the opposite sex, he has nonetheless developed a lifestyle of keeping distance from people due to his childhood experiences.

Having observed plenty of opposite‑sex interactions, he can even pose as a caring AI on Umastar to give love advice to little girls, speaking sense and reason, yet he himself has never had any romantic experience.

In daily dealings with women he feels everything is confusing, so he naturally doesn't think of going further into that chaotic torrent.

Always accustomed to putting himself outside the situation, this mindset leads him, at many decision points, to unconsciously generate avoidance and rejection.

After all, it's just that the sample size is too small (x).

Frankly speaking, compared with the past, Aomo's performance in interacting with the opposite sex these days is already quite an improvement.

The price of progress is having to face past people and events.

"What expression is that?"

Seeing Bi Ze's subtle expression, Aomo felt he was defiling himself in thought.

"Nothing," Bi Ze thought, denying instinctively, looking at the other's unchanged demeanor, and couldn't help but add, "Just thinking that the trainer really hasn't gotten off work after school—either overtime or being tangled up by a horse‑girl."

"That's not nonsense?"

Seeing Aomo still as usual, putting on a face‑less display of aggression, Bi Ze felt he didn't understand his meaning.

But thinking he might still not be able to withstand a kick from an active horse‑girl, he just casually asked, "Which horse‑girl? Ailisuzhi?"

Although actual contact hasn't been frequent, those few meetings already let him be confident that his mobile‑game experience is quite relevant; looking at the three girls under his brother, the one most likely to do this is the one who has long been paired with 'Serious Golden Ship' on the transmigrants' abstract‑strength ranking—'Healthy Ailisuzhi'.

Now she really is healthy, just like Aiyafala from Rhodes Island, making Bi Ze feel a certain inexplicable absurdity, but setting that absurdity aside…… it's ultimately a good thing, prompting him to once again marvel at this world's ideal.

Of course, at the same time he also feels two parts envy, three parts sympathy, and five parts admiration for his brother's ability to run into the paper‑people he's seen everywhere.

Why would he admire?

Because frankly speaking, whether it's Telesen or Rhodes Island's crowd of paper‑people, getting to know them isn't hard.

Others have their headquarters in Border Gate District; even if you're idle and loiter at the entrance, you can still meet them face‑to‑face—though that easily gets you expelled as a pervert.

But… do we really need to go meet them?

Look at Aomo's guy, whose aura can't be hidden even in cosplay gear, and look at Penguin Logistics' side, which occasionally appears in news broadcasts…… when the relationship reaches that brother's level, he can only admire.

Moreover, the other can even pull out Shenyong Xin'er and Hongkai.

Just thinking about it being his turn…… he'd only shake his head.

No way, no way, this hurts the body. jpg

He's still playing with his little magic wand, can't stand this kind of torment, especially the torment on potions.

So I'll just let that little bit of sourness go.

Brother is a demon, or rather a demon with medical insurance, letting brother go first. jpg

"No, it's Miss Zhiji, Aimu Zhiji."

"Huh?" Bi Ze stared, then dryly said, "Pretty good, quite like you."

"Where did this come from again? And you look like you're envious, why don't you come over together?"

"Well…… are there any other people when you're with her?"

"Actually no, but Ka Lian will come later."

"Then I'll just forget it; I'll go home to see Zhuo Hua, and I still haven't joined that secret little group you mentioned......"

"You look apprehensive, but it's unnecessary; I haven't said any bad things about you to others, instead I've spoken highly of you sincerely."

"……Although I really want to retort your 'speaking from the heart,' but your kind words scare me more."

"Where did this come from again..."

Aomo hadn't finished speaking when the notification sound of the interrupted video rang, and the image on screen lost signal.

Was it hung up?

"What's wrong?" Aimu Zhiji approached, holding a specially made plastic bag from the counter, looking at Aomo, who was deep in thought.

"I'm thinking, I suspect…… I may have underestimated a transmigrator friend of mine's understanding of you all, or perhaps it's…… a kind of prejudice?"

"?"

Aimu Zhiji, together with her little sister Sang beside her, simultaneously wiggled their ears, tilting their heads.