Chapter 806: with translation of chapter title

NO. 175: Legend of the Coward Teresen

Aomo isn't very clatter-clatter.

It wasn't that some card of his had been robbed in a break‑in; rather, Mi Yu was called over by the enthusiastic Xiao Lu to the side of the activity room, and there remained this child‑like appearance of him and, theoretically, the first time seeing him in this appearance, Bopang stared wide‑eyed at each other there.

Honestly, this shouldn't be.

Although one can't expect a cyborg's social skills to be abundant enough to initiate conversation, my own abnormal state is so obvious that, if it were the usual Bopang, he would have already spoken up to ask.

And even if she doesn't ask, the Aomo investigator, who believes he should chat at that point, can also ramble on a few sentences, just chatting away.

But now he is struggling against an inexplicable sense of déjà vu and tension, as stiff as being called by a teacher to stand against the wall as punishment.

Indeed, Aomo Lindun has been studying and researching human nature since childhood; his college life was as ordinary and on the margins as he hoped, and honest.

He had never even been punished by a teacher.

But not having experienced it doesn't mean he hasn't seen it.

The sources of a child's nervousness are myriad; facing a teacher and having parents called rank first, followed by performing on stage.

Oh, there's also a sense of performance… his gaze unconsciously flicked toward a not‑far place.

Those two clearly had nothing going on, yet they didn't intend to leave; the horse‑girls were staring this way, giving him pressure as if they were performing on stage.

——And if we were to speak of these things, they are all experiences he never had during his student days.

Little Aomo, who does not advocate human complementation, also does not think it worth being glad to make up for this here; he only feels increasingly that his state is strange, and is even more astonished at how a debuff from a dream could last so long.

Even past nightmares weren't this intense, right? I'd wake up, drink two cups of water, and it'd be over—nothing like now…… Could Miss Ling have slipped something into my dream?

Could it be that it's not just the nightmare's cause, but also the fact that my current state itself makes my emotions prone to fluctuation?

One cannot deny that this idea makes him nostalgic for yesterday's self.

Yesterday's self, with emotions and body trending toward stability, like an adult.

Of course, there's also height.

This point is very important.

Because he is now looking up at Bopang when they make eye contact, this novel angle only makes his neck sore.

Yet this also gave him an opening to speak—basically, first let her sit down.

And just as it seemed there was no way out, when he finally found a hint of a 'struggle' direction, Sai Luo and Xiao Lu also walked over from either side.

Regarding the selection guidance for the constituent companies under the Urban Observation System——

——All right, all right, I've been waiting for you!

The child who sprang up directly from the sofa showed a look of joy as if liberated from long‑vacation homework, causing the 'older sister' opposite to show a hint of puzzlement in her eyes.

Not long ago she was still lamenting how she might undergo a major change compared to the past, but now she sees Master seeming to be in some kind of drastic state.

Is this also the effect of the Suzi team member's potion?

Master, who is normally a proper and bashful child, although he has lost a bit of the fatherly feeling of his former mature reliability, has instead gained a bit of cuteness that matches his appearance.

Its data has been recorded, marked as……

She watched the 'child' and the two gentlemen walk over to a nearby spot, while Mi Yu also approached from that side, but then realized another similar gaze was also fixed on Master; turning her head, she saw the Aimu Zhiji classmate who had greeted her upon arrival but had not interacted further.

Likewise, the latter turned her head as if sensing the gaze; their cool, almost mechanical gazes met, and on those two similarly expressionless faces that were actually opposite in nature, each showed their own puzzlement.

"……Meipu Bopang classmate."

Under her sister's urging, Aimu Zhiji approached.

Even if Meipu Bopang was doubtful, his face still gave no feedback as he replied: "Aimu Zhiji classmate."

"Do you also feel… that the trainer's face in this state looks easy to pinch?"

"?"

Bopang's doubt deepened further, the question mark breaking through the atmosphere.

"Ah!" Mi Yu also let out a somewhat cute exclamation.

But in this way, Aimu Zhiji was finally able to sense a bit of Bopang's emotion, and Mi Yu's reaction let a bit of warmth rise to her cheeks.

"……So it isn't, then?"

"No, I just want to hug Master."

Without hesitation, without any burden, the cyborg horse‑girl straightforwardly put it, and one sentence caused the azure comet following close behind to break through the atmosphere.

And that small‑animal‑like black‑haired girl's eyes showed even more fear.

But at that moment, beside her there was also an expert who could naturally take it:

"Indeed, this version of the Aomo trainer has a strong appeal to be held in one's arms."

The emperor, arms crossed, spoke those words calmly, causing the gazes of the azure comet and the black‑clad villain to turn grim.

With such a student council president, is the student council all right? A sense of unease rose in the heart of the general affairs committee.

Mi Yu even instinctively ducked behind Bopang and took an unconscious step.

"Ah, I just meant a hug." Also realizing Aimu Zhiji's gaze that treated him like a criminal and Mi Yu's fear of being silenced, Ludaofu Xiangzheng, rarely losing composure, added this sentence in an not‑very‑rational way.

Why say it's not very rational?

Because she could have said nothing; with the emperor's usual composure, there are several ways to let the topic pass, turning the other's stare into self‑reflection—how could one misunderstand such a respected president……

But she indeed, possessed by some impulse, said that line.

Thus——even Meipu Bopang's gaze became subtle.

Recently, the cyborg horse‑girl has been surfing the net at high intensity without affecting training, and as a horse‑girl she naturally wants to make a splash on Umastagram.

Not only must she surf, but she must also leave footprints and flair!

By the way, she posted asking why there is no Aomo Lindun trainer in 《Trainer PrettyDerby》.

The recent post record is about what performance the horse‑girl must achieve to make the trainer's implementation count as a human‑rights card, complete with special‑effect skin.

As for that, we won't go into it; as everyone knows, the topics on that broken forum are always all over the place.

From discussing the season to player rankings, from campus gossip to love counseling, it truly covered everything, opening the door to a new world for the cyborg who had no emotional experience.

The whole wall is fucking doors; surfing so hard I almost couldn't find my skateboard; compared to a certain young space horse girl who was just naked in the waves, the difference is stark.

Of course, with completely blank emotional experience and sufficient lack of opposite-sex contact experience, even if the cyborg horse girl opened the door to a new world, she couldn't become a love-brain; instead, she would view those emotional exchange posts with a very rational, normal mindset.

Then, define the Rudolf before us:

That's it, that thing called... lolicon...

What are you talking about?

Just then, the boy who came from where the justice partner, holding his phone and thinking deeply, had been—while the super agents had been snatched mid-way by Sai Luo—keenly noticed the strangeness of the atmosphere here.

Not only is it strange, but among those three there's a girl who can unsettle his mood, and he has a bit of a cowardly mindset wanting to retreat.

"Master, the president wants to hug you."

……

Little Aomo leapt his whole body onto the back of the sofa, his posture like a snake shooting out, like a cat leaping high, naturally possessing the vitality typical of a child.