Chapter 801: NO. 170: Still Too Concerned About the Idol

NO. 170: Still Too Concerned About the Idol

In Sai Luo's impression, only he and Jie De were confined due to their fame.

Unsuited for public appearance, they were expected to stay indoors in Central Tressen, where the three AI goddesses control information, rather than in other public areas teeming with students and staff.

So Sai Luo thought it over and took his newly recruited subordinate, Jie Si Ti Si, to the training ground.

Along the way, a lively little girl appeared, displaying unexpected strength, and she also wanted to join the training of Jie Si Ti Si.

That didn't matter; it was just casual training.

As long as it wasn't about becoming a disciple, and they didn't use half-baked knowledge to flaunt his name for random promotion, Sai Luo didn't mind either; moreover, the other side unexpectedly had quite a fighting spirit—

—conducting combat drills and communication in wind and rain, a training condition that would normally draw harsh skepticism from others, she joined without any doubt, and Sai Luo appreciated her more than he appreciated Jie Si Ti Si.

Yes, Sai Luo felt that Jie Si Ti Si was really not up to par; although he had more fighting spirit than before, his thinking was still too ordinary.

Never mind anything else, he actually dared to question his perfect training plan!

What's wrong with practicing martial arts and socializing in human form amidst a terrible storm?

It's already the next day, yet this kid still thinks the effect is minimal, really making him want to get a Jeep to chase the person running.

Too bad, Tressen has no Jeep.

But there is the super heavy roller recommended by the chairman!

Campus-famous: Soil Maintenance Mecha No. 3!

Though called a mecha, it lacks transformation capabilities, merely possessing enough bold and heavy oppressive presence.

Especially when it starts up, its terrifying performance in maintaining the dirt track becomes exhilarating when used to drive and chase people.

Sai Luo only briefly experienced it once, and he couldn't praise Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan's taste enough.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the experience, the super agent's face turned deathly pale.

No choice; if not transforming into a jet, he had to survive by running on human legs……

His feelings weren't much better than the man who used to be chased by a Jeep.

Looking again at the instigator's gaze, it was already like looking at an evil spirit.

But speaking of retaliation……

Not to mention the incomparable power difference between Gurut and Ultraman, he isn't even Grid yet.

He's just a jet; normally he still needs to encounter a Gurut or another colleague, combine and unite, to show enough strength to handle dangerous threats.

So indeed, he still lacks the guts.

Even in human form, he has no advantage—Sai Luo is an Ultraman warrior capable of unleashing the Universe Fist with that formidable appearance.

It is the true Universe Fist, not like Zeta, who shouts about fist techniques but keeps swinging a yo-yo.

«Doesn't that prove you indeed have much to learn from him? »

The boy cradling a paper cup and sipping softly said: «Whether it's combat experience or his quick rapport with classmate Weiguang Feiju and Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan's social style…»

«If you learned just one of those, you wouldn't always end up hung up on a tree. »

«Hung up on a tree? » The man in a black suit, still covered in mud, looked somewhat surprised.

«It means being imprisoned. »

Realizing the other didn't understand this slang, the boy added:

«Why should I, a fighter jet, learn fist techniques?! » Jie Si Ti Si retorted.

«I can't even fan people with my wings! »

«Could it be that I'm letting you learn combat experience rather than combat skills? » Little Aomo sighed.

Moreover, the super agent's human combat has a decent benchmark, like the holy sword beside Xiang Yutai.

«Experience isn't skill? »

«Skill is contained within experience, but it cannot represent experience itself. »

Never having expected to debate such a commonsense bias with a super agent theoretically much older than himself, the boy sitting cross-legged on the hospital bed sighed, then turned his gaze toward the few people not far away.

Sai Luo, Xiao Lu, Miss Zhi Ji, Miss Rudolf, and even the doctor were there; the faint, indistinct conversation made him involuntarily press his ears.

It didn't help; he still couldn't hear clearly.

Only fragmented sounds came through, like the words «situation», «improvement», «doubt» and so on.

Even his hearing was noticeably weakened in the child's body; he could only wait until his energy was replenished to recover.

But even if he couldn't hear clearly, he could still fully guess it was related to his current state.

He said he had just experienced a nightmare that felt incredibly immersive, with no other problems, but……

It seemed no one believed him.

The only thing that could give him proof teased him and then ran off.

Only after undergoing a round of blood draws, irradiation, and scans could he sit down to chat with the unfortunate fellow suffering the same fate before him.

Why say they are fellow sufferers?

It's because, when Jie Si Ti Si and Sai Luo appeared together, he had already noticed the change in their distance.

Compared to the usual Sai Luo, this super agent deliberately kept his distance from the former, and the reason for doing so did not seem to be anger.

Nor did it seem to be disgust; his brow showed no disdain, only a hint of apprehension.

Has a shadow already formed from training after just one day?

Jie Si Ti Si isn't good at hiding his thoughts; even Sai Luo could see his poor state, so he let him come over to greet while he himself stayed at a distance.

This silent kindness was obvious to Aomo, but in the eyes of the super agent whose social skills shift with the target…… it clearly still needed extra prompting.

It's just that the training was a bit harsh; it's not really trying to cripple you—your fear of the other's attitude is what hurts more, alright.

……but perhaps I'm not even qualified to say that.

After the order vanished, Aomo also couldn't quite recall what he had dreamed; at least he had the leisure to restart his not-so-smooth little brain.

It's not that he insists on recalling the dream's content; after all, although he can't remember the dream, the numb, oppressive, and sad feeling still lingers, and even his brief interaction with Ling remains on his mind—especially the saying, "Nightmares tied to reality are never without merit as a warning worth heeding," which especially preoccupies him.

Yet it is like a blank page of a heavenly book, leaving him concerned but with no way to speak of it.

He can't even recall the specific content, so how could he pay attention to it?

Should he be careful not to be schemed against by the people around him?

His vague impression of that dream is merely that it seemed like the people around him were plotting against him.

It's not just one or two people; it sounds like some kind of express-train murder case, utterly overturning convention.

Honestly, after living such a steady life for so long and making so many friends, colleagues, and partners, suddenly having to regard them as potential enemies and be suspicious and wary leaves him somewhat at a loss.

Especially since his current mental state is rather… uh… active, chemically speaking.

Put bluntly, his tolerance limit isn't high; he might startle easily, and then people point and say, "Hey, you little kid. jpg".

It is not without merit as a kind of karmic retribution.

Whether or not to do that, Little Aomo still has no definite idea in his mind, but he also recalls the startled cry he made upon waking.

At that time, Miss Rudolf… seemed to be somewhat sad as well.

Or perhaps he should go apologize, he thought.