Chapter 827: NO.196: Work Ruined the Tsundere

NO. 196: Work Ruined the Tsundere

Aomo actually had considered adding more collections.

After all, he applied for monster capsule support from the Light Country office under the pretense of needing technical support, with a quota of ten.

When he received the confirmation message from Miss Kong of Heaven Gate City, he was overjoyed as if news of a toy subsidy had arrived.

However, frankly speaking, the packaging by those office people is indeed quite toy-like.

Traditional toy plastic boards are fixed, five per edition, shipped in two batches; the package is transmitted from Heaven Gate City to the Penguin Logistics Headquarters in Boundary Gate District, and upon arrival he directly transfers it, signing for it from Qieli Ni Na's hands less than two minutes after she received the package.

It highlights a clean efficiency.

It also astonishes the colleagues.

There's even a beastly boss who, with his shallow insight, guesses employees' thoughts, concluding that Aomo bought some inconvenient-to-have female colleagues handle cute gadgets, providing the work chat room with several days' worth of discussion material.

This is unavoidable.

When the brothers want to make fun of you, even if you send capsule photos and tracking numbers, there are still people who insist on not believing and cause a ruckus, until they are muted or kicked out of the chat room again.

So, just as Qieli Ni Na messaged him to not worry about it, Aomo indeed did not pay attention.

His attention is both on Aimu Zhiji's training and on the office's commission, as well as on communication with Xiao Lu and Mi Yu, while also having to contend with the subtle phenomenon occurring within himself.

Where is there an idle work group?

Moreover, after having those two dreams, he feels that even looking at the work group might be subtle.

Although it's just a feeling, after all he can't clearly recall what he dreamed about; the only thing he can be certain of is that it concerns Ling, with content that could be bad, embarrassing, or complicated…… He can't judge it, only knowing that it's probably significant.

So significant that it could make Ling say, 'It involves great matters; even after surviving this ordeal there's no need to be so distant,' letting him drop the honorific.

Fortunately, his mind-monkey has indeed returned, although he still needs the will-horse to be beaten, with no major change from usual, but truly losing his attraction to the opposite sex would still make Aomo very uneasy, even panicked.

Just getting back to the point, Aomo still has nine unused monster capsules and could catch more Pokémon; at the start he indeed considered easing Jie De's burden.

After all, at that time the Imperial Crown Prince was still insisting on the small water bucket, the fight was very stalemated, and he considered drawing on monster hunter experience—capture difficulty would surely be easier than kill missions.

Its appearance resembles that of the outstanding monster from Duoduoliang Island of the first generation, the Red King.

Xiang Xiu Shu's first battle after transforming into Jack Ultraman was against the ferocious monster Asterlon.

The foam monster Abulas, called the 'Blue Devil' by ancient peoples.

These three are all veteran athletes from Aopeng; the first two have very high attendance rates, and among fan circles they naturally carry some sentimental value, so if we talk about the worth of putting them in monster capsules, it's naturally worth a lot.

But… in the end, he still gave up.

He didn't intend to use the captured ones as consumables, so he had to carefully select the monsters he caught.

When his consistent rationality prevails, sentiment must yield to appearance and functionality.

Thus, he again broke free from the constraints of his original intention and returned to the path of strength. jpg

Regarding this, the Xiangyu siblings and Zhen Ji Ling, among others, can attest that this damned youth's stage is indeed often able to break free from the original intention.

He often struggles with his original intention, exerting himself in every way to return to the path of strength.

After growing up, he instead gradually finds it again, and this reversal can even make Ling clap and laugh.

Everyone says that when young, it's hardest to deal with others, especially youthful vigor, which is impossible to restrain.

But in maturity, the hardest thing is to contend with oneself; that gradually forming, even solidifying worldview usually means bit by bit discarding those vibrant parts.

But for Aomo, it's the opposite.

Now he uses drugs as a primer, relying on the specialness of his own bloodline to return to youth.

Certain mindsets fitting this age will also gradually emerge.

However, having the self-awareness and memory after the transformation, he is not forced to again insist on drawing clear boundaries with others as before.

Taking on a youthful appearance, he has returned to the mental stage appropriate for youths.

Lacking neither sincerity nor genuine feeling, yet also constantly possessing mature rationality, this forms the 'Young Aomo' in the eyes of Sai Luo and Chao Cang Lu, and they get along even more harmoniously.

Thus reconstructing a youth once more in life is like the 'Rebirth Crystal' David spoke of, offering a different life choice.

Like a man-made miracle, it lets him, while feeling moved, truly recognize Suzi's talent.

He might think that perhaps, compared to student days, only after she truly graduates and retires, working fully as a researcher, does she enter the stage of writing a genuine legendary life.

But as a trainer, he really shouldn't think that way.

The Umamusume's career on the racecourse is likewise an opportunity to write legends; why wait until after graduation and retirement to say so?

The things one likes to do, the things one can achieve—aren't there plenty of them?

But to achieve that, one must accumulate bit by bit.

Those bit-by-bit choices are also crucial.

So, we'll wait until there's a chance to apply for more capsules later…… He watched the monster controlled by Jie De, who swept it away in imperial majesty, without saying a word.

However, his excellent dynamic vision and agile fingers still caught several fragments of the exploding debris flying toward him.

If he can't be a Pokémon, he could also serve as material for card draws, right?

With enough fragments, couldn't one assemble a character?

Although truly making full use of things should have been letting Xiao Lu subdue the monster from the start, then himself drawing out the secret key to pull one by one to death—but that scene is a bit too sinister.

Although everyone's looks are fierce, standing together they don't seem like good people; even Sai Luo's disciple wielding a sword made from the skull and spinal cord of Sai Luo's arch-enemy and senior father looks like a classic evil cultivator.

But they are still righteous people!

At least Sai Luo and his group are.

Considering the potential hidden dangers of raising such a request, Aomo ultimately still did not bring it up.

Here idols are everywhere, whether Umamusume, cosmic beings, or Ultramen…… offending any one of them would be unpleasant for him.

Wait!

Wait for the next Abulas, the next Asterlon, the next Red King!

Best would be the Jonias version, which can release waves. jpg

Aomo earnestly prayed for the future, thinking that in this world it wasn't only him using monster cards and monster capsules; perhaps one day they could directly yield finished products, who knows.

Besides that, the one who once possessed the Red King Capsule was someone Xiao Lu fought.

Hope always exists.

Can Fu Jingchu revive like Hei'an Gena? After all, they're both Bei Laohei's subordinates; wouldn't it be great to revive together with their gear?

Not far away, Hei'an Gena, who was being held together with a Baltan Alien by a police containment device, shivered for no reason.

"You want the video of the interrogation? How come, you don't trust my intel?"

Biquix at the side cracked a grin, her bright little tiger teeth hinting at a faint threat.

As the sole designated channel for Aomo to contact the police, Officer Shi Huaiya, whose every contact from Aomo meant overtime and extra merit, always operated at full efficiency.

Once contacted, she immediately brought people over to surround, clear the scene, detain, all in one smooth operation.

It was clear she was experienced and fully cooperative; without Aomo speaking up, she would proactively mention that she'd relay the interrogation results to him.

Aomo wasn't the first time to obliquely borrow power from the police interrogation department.

Interrogation is a job he could do himself, but it might not be legal, so it's better to leave it to more professionals.

It just depends on work enthusiasm whether to put in more effort.

Now is the time to be more diligent—

"Of course not, but you know I'm a bit paranoid; just as a precaution, send me the interrogation records so I can check for any missing content."

"If others hear this and leak it to the interrogation department, they might give you a hard time." Biquix raised her hand and poked the middle of the nose line on his ridiculous cat‑head.

The pokes left a slight dent.

Meanwhile the cat‑head remained smug, even striking a pose with hands on hips like a round ball.

"On this point, I think Officer Shi Huaiya's credibility is worth trusting."

"Ha," Biquix sighed after lowering her hand, annoyed, "Honestly, do you think such records could easily be leaked to outsiders?"

"I think we're not outsiders," he said, turning to look at Xiao Lu and the others far off who were watching this and chatting with Sai Luo, then raising a hand to respond to Xiao Lu's wave toward them, Aomo turned back, "So I trust Officer Shi Huaiya's massage ability."

"Loosening the joints, right? That's a pretty cold joke."

"You didn't just get it right away? So I think this is a successful cold joke."

"Sigh, you'd better spend less time with Lu Dao Fu."

"That's not quite how it should be understood……"

It's hard to imagine that a student council president's love of cold jokes could become famous enough for a time‑traveling officer to know about it.

"Alright, alright, I'll get the records and send them later; but what about you—are you prepared for possible retaliation? Want me to arrange some protection?"

"No need, after all the day is near."

"The Aimu Zhiji match?" Biquix didn't hesitate to reveal the existence of a certain chat room.

"Yes," Aomo gave a slight nod, "that venue is also that organization's trading spot."

"Alright, do your trainers have an internal ticket channel?"

"? The trainers don't, but whether it's Miss Jun Chuan's side or Miss Lu Dao Fu's side, they generally have usable association connections."

"I'll go to the scene and get you a ticket, preferably so we can sit together."

"I'll do my best."

"No clear answer," Biquix doubted, staring at the sluggish headset for a few seconds, then turning to look at the distant Qianming representatives and others, before turning back.

"Forget it," she waved her hand impatiently, "Anyway I can't watch the whole match, just keep the call smooth—I'm heading over, okay……"

She had been about to leave, but suddenly turned back to look at Aomo's headset.

"You haven't grown back yet?"

"Maybe tomorrow, or maybe the day after," Aomo knew his recovery rate was being somewhat suppressed.

"Just take a selfie when you're not glowing—shouldn't be hard, right?"

"... This probably shouldn't count as a condition for exchanging records?"

"I just want to see it myself—can't I!" Biquix snapped her teeth.

A professional woman who always speaks obliquely, able to express her demand this directly, this admirably resolute, even Aomo couldn't help but fall silent for a moment.

"... Of course."