Chapter 812: NO．181：Sigh, can we reconcile?

NO．181：Sigh, can we reconcile?

In fact, when the student council president, in the name of ensuring the trainee's personal safety, monitors you without leaving your side, this protection is quite substantial.

Except for using the restroom, but there's no one in Aomo's social circle who goes that far.

Even Ailisuzhi wouldn't go so far as to squat in the men's bathroom monitoring a trainee……probably……

Aomo's confidence in Suzi's ethical views is just like his confidence in her moral bottom line—he doesn't really believe either.

But occasionally, she also gives you some surprises.

It lets you movingly discover that she actually has some normal human side.

——Of course, without these aspects, she should have been expelled long ago.

But this isn't important.

What matters is that the emperor's promised protection is indeed effective, though only for a limited time.

The student council president also has a hard life, and it's even less likely that they'd stick to a 'kid suspected of being a Lin Dun trainee' after school.

Although the AI Three Goddesses are still conducting information control, within the school rumors are spreading subtly through old-fashioned word of mouth.

This lets Aomo's received messages today include not only acquaintances but also strangers.

Those seeking verification are fine enough, but there's no shortage of those with maximum aggression, and it's unclear whether the opponent is a horse girl or someone else—after all, in this academy, the Ludaofu Xiangzheng is undoubtedly popular.

The Valentine's Day shoe locker story is already like the tale of the swordsman, needing no further explanation.

If we still walk together after finishing the meal, the protection will likely become another form of harm.

Therefore, the president's protection has a fatal loophole.

'We've been waiting for this moment'——By a brown-haired horse girl who wishes to remain anonymous.

When she leaves, and little Aomo reaches out, touching the Beta motorcycle that can't be moved with his current build, preparing to first teleport to the office and then pick up Qian, the beautiful girl holding the test tube will directly peek out from beside the Beta motorcycle.

Directly hug the kid and pour the medicine in!

This scene wouldn't feel out of place even at Officer Mokure's hometown.

Especially after pouring the medicine, just ignoring whether the kid lying on the ground lives or dies, turning head to pull out the phone and chatter to the other end: 'Hey, Qian, is that you? The plan is going smoothly.'

Click! Up to this point it's perfect; cutting an extra second would be redundant.

After all, the next second is: 'Hmm, this will perfectly resolve the guinea pig's latent liver issue.'

But then it seems not so good: 'However, the recovery of bodily age status might be a bit slower, but that's not bad; it just makes up for what you're lacking, so be sure to thank me~!'

'Normal side effects? Same as usual, are you prepared? Or you could use your hug pillow; if you're prepared, then it's fine.'

Thus that evening, at the Lin Dun Office.

Little Aomo, making a P-face, was enveloped in a fish-like plush costume, resembling a suit actor.

He didn't resist, although he could easily have done so.

But in fact, he was glowing.

It involuntarily reminded him of when he was surfing the net years ago and saw a netizen post a fox emoticon with the caption something like 'soft and fluffy, I'm glowing……'

Although he really doesn't want to admit it, this is his current state.

As long as he's not alone, he needs to wear something.

But obviously, a child's body can't 'drive' an adult-sized beetle armor set.

So he accepted, with a naturally doubtful gaze, a few plush costumes supported by Qian.

The moment they were put on, the plush costume's owner hugged him, groping up and down, even turning him over and over.

How to put it? A second challenge from the younger to the elder?

Although he constantly can't help urging the other to exercise and lose weight, he has to admit that a plump figure indeed brings a more comfortable sensation, even palpable through a plush layer.

But even so!

Even if it's this difficult!

The elder also won!

But after that, his back as he went to cook nearly fled in defeat.

And this doesn't mean that afterward he could pass peacefully.

Unlike usual nights when everyone's doors stay shut, like recluses interacting only online, Miss Qian seemed to want to make up for the daytime activity she lacked, so she came knocking on the door not long after dinner.

The reason is also quite sufficient.

——We haven't watched anime together and chatted in a long time; can we rest a bit? I heard you also need rest, even to the point of hurting your liver.

Did you really come over to let me rest, rather than to torment me?

He strongly suspects that the other party reached some agreement with Suzi, but he has no evidence.

But the feeling is strong, even having a sense of déjà vu, just like when he just faced Bourbon this morning, as if some development from a dream continues into reality.

He just feels……

It seems that after meeting a few more people, he could guess a bit about that nightmare's content.

But that guess is just a guess, and those bits are nonsensical content, perhaps the dream's inherent wild imagination.

Moreover, some overly vivid sensory stimuli in reality also prevent him from thinking too much—he was again held in someone's arms.

Watching anime through the plush costume's eye holes gives a poor impression, but the pressure and breath on his body are quite clear.

Three times, three times!

The elder, thinking under such pressure, also feels unable to come up with anything, so he can only temporarily set aside his inappropriate suspicions of those around him.

One hand, wrapped in a fish-fin plush sleeve, opposes Qian's restless little hand, while the other chats intermittently with her about anime content, talks about Jie De and Sai Luo over there, then about school life, and even about his own help request posted on the website that will be released tomorrow.

Although he initially resisted strongly, he let her in only because he was speechless at her fake crying.

But these days' experiences indeed have plenty worth talking about; discussing it all could even make things much easier—this is a process of sharing pressure, and face-to-face talk's effect is always far stronger than online.

So in the end, he sincerely thanked the pink-haired girl who always listened with a relaxed, cheerful demeanor and chatted with him idly.

Then, being held by the other party with a completely unserious attitude, they also performed a "death roll" while hugging me.

It's not an exaggeration; maintaining the mascot suit appearance for a long time, in the gradually building heat, being hugged on the bed and rolled back and forth, little Aomo's feeling is not much different from that of prey being dragged by a crocodile in the water and rolled.

Finally, the departing other party teased him, asking if he wanted to take a bath together.

Farewell, boys staying at home also need to learn to protect themselves.

Today, little Aomo, who still feels fearful of any woman older in appearance than himself, even if dazed and confused, refuses very decisively.

In great anguish, after waiting for the other party to leave, he went to the bathroom, then returned to the bedroom, sat upright with solemn composure, and took out his Super Dream Reader.

The eldest brother, after some thought, tried to compensate his wronged younger brother.

—Although he thought so, after putting on the reader and staying still for ten minutes, he put it back.

His expression was quite subtle.

Feeling awful, bro. jpg

Clearly the body was responding, but the heart felt not a flutter.

Not just calm, it's practically a dry well!

The holy spring has dried up!

Where's my new universe, Grandpa! No, I didn't call you, new universe, no need to reply to me.

Okay, again...

He sat down at the computer, pulled up the players' field, and applied to change the combat domain.

Too direct stimulation won't do; something more indirect would be better, for example, focusing more on stretching the imagination.

The content on the screen flipped back and forth, eventually becoming his silence.

I feel like I've become a high monk.

Alcohol and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha keeps them in his heart; that kind of worldly desire is gone.

I feel… even if someone stood before me saying the song is too beautiful, practically heavenly, I wouldn't flutter anymore.

Those embraces from that night clearly keep popping up in my mind annoyingly from time to time, making me seem like a lovesick teenager who can't forget others, but when I should feel a bit excited, that disheartening sense of déjà vu constantly lingers in my heart.

Should I go see a psychologist?

Having no more thoughts of rewarding himself, after scrolling through a bunch of unread messages and the feedback on that voting website's activity page, Aomo once again lay down with a lifeless P face, turned off the light, and closed his eyes.

After ten minutes, he opened his eyes again.

He felt a bit unwilling to accept it.

The more he thought, the more he felt he couldn't just give in like that.

What psychologist to see!

Since a nightmare can cause this psychological disorder, let's fight magic with magic!

Let's have another beautiful dream to shatter that obstruction!

Thinking of this, he again activated the terminal, entered a search for the source energy psychology database, and after browsing several articles on beginners' guidance for weaving beautiful dreams.

He closed his eyes, using consciousness to settle and guide.

Let the brain be filled with the condensed desire, draw from memory the object to which the desire clings, wanting it profound and vivid, like today's scenes…

Thus, he sank into dreamland.

With the corners of his mouth hooked.

Then, the next day—

—He woke up with a very wooden expression.

This first practice, which is not in line with his specialty, is not very smooth.

But it can't be called a failure, after all the beautiful dream really is a beautiful dream, and indeed… he subconsciously pressed toward his beating heart.

It beats very fast, showing his excited mood.

Then lift the blanket a bit—

—Oh… Tokyo Sky Tree.

Very bright, very bright. jpg

And it's also the Sky Tree in the rain.

He wanted to make a beautiful dream that could rekindle his secular heart‑fluttering feeling, but the pre‑sleep stimulation plus the daytime‑driven thoughts mixed into a top‑tier arena for him.

Very confrontational. jpg

Moreover, the lane opponents are all…

"Unchanging people, unchanging rules, yet you can rewrite the branch and do it again… Aomo, you really make me laugh and cry."

A familiar voice also appeared beside him; turning his head, he could see the white‑clad figure with fluttering blue hair sitting at the bedside, silently looking at himself pressing down the blanket.

"…I think I can explain…"

"You say, I'm listening."

"Uh… it seems I can't really explain."

Aomo thought for a while; his motive is quite hard to voice.

And the other party wasn't surprised: "As expected."

"Emmmm…" and Aomo still wanted to struggle a bit, finding a new angle: "Simply put, I want to cure the heart ailment caused by the nightmare, deciding to heal in the dream, so uh…"

He got stuck; no matter how he says it, he can't get around this absurd ending.

Then the glowing boy fell silent for a few seconds and let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, it's all my fault; regardless of how I make amends later, can you let me forget it first?"