Chapter 944: NO. 67: Knowing the Subtle

NO. 67: Knowing the Subtle

Dreaming, shine / Cherish dreams, burst forth light.

The impressive school festival slogan, which should have been trampled underfoot by the big-footed girl in yesterday's dream, now stands proudly at the entrance of Dujuan Tai High School.

Thus, Aomo, who came to visit as a 'student family member' alongside other eye-catching 'student family members,' could hardly help feeling astonished.

"Aomo-san?"

Ma Zhongpeng, still wearing that military dress uniform similar to the Chen Chi code style, is truly one of the eye-catching main forces; when he walks alongside another himself, it draws astonished glances from those around.

Comments such as 'Twins?', 'What kind of costume is that for a show? It's quite exquisite!', 'How cute!' (?) followed one after another.

The Ma Zhongpeng who had a girlfriend with him was about to reach his limit, while this Ma Zhongpeng without a girlfriend remained oblivious, yet he noticed Aomo's absent-mindedness beside him.

After all, to him now, Aomo is not just the big brother who gave him a push when he hesitated to return to daily life; he's also the big brother who took him joyriding, the big brother who handed him a monster like Galatron, believing he could find his own way out.

Only one more arranged girlfriend away from being the 'lost horse' in another Ma Zhongpeng's eyes.

Such a favor is enough to make him pay extra attention to Aomo.

"I have some doubts; perhaps I need to verify further, so excuse me for a moment."

"Huh?"

Bored and idle, while looking around, she immediately noticed the red-haired girl with twin braids beside her and expressed dissatisfaction to the red-haired youth nearby: "General! Is it okay for him to be like this? No team spirit at all!"

"He wasn't originally part of our team, was he…" the black-haired, ear-length male beside them muttered speechlessly.

These two are cousins.

As the cousin, Shan Zhongli was once a pure otaku in the Jidong sense (purely derogatory); recently he has turned over a new leaf and is looking for work, but to no avail, still an unemployed drifter.

Meanwhile, the cousin Feiniaochuan Qianse, whose arm bears a cool dragon tattoo and whose attire falls between a delinquent girl and fashionable, is a middle school dropout who nevertheless possesses professional-level design and drawing skills, an astonishing talent.

The tattoo on her arm was designed by herself.

As fellow townspeople of the TV-version Ma Zhongpeng who arrived in this world during the time when Aomo was rejected by the world and his consciousness was muddled, Aomo wasn't close with them, but they knew Aomo well enough.

But familiarity doesn't mean they approved, especially since he was still regarded as the current leader of the monster eugenics ideology in everyone's eyes.

Yes, although Aomo nominally was just the employer who hired everyone and also the guardian helping with paperwork, in the initial introductions by Shi Da and Mo, etc., Aomo Lindun was the current leader of the monster eugenics ideology, even giving him a set of form-fitting uniforms with arm-mounted circular patterns.

A full seven parallel black circular seals!

The will of SEVEN once made Sai Luo feel as if he had suddenly lowered his head out of nowhere, feeling quite displeased.

However…

The first thing Aomo did upon waking up was to take off that coat.

At the same time, he outright denied whether that gang's urging came from sincerity or was just an attempt to shirk responsibility by the leader's title.

The result was not ideal.

Even Mr. Shima, the former leader, kept patting Aomo's shoulder after learning the situation, making it hard to say how much was sympathy and how much was approval.

In the end, Aomo went with them.

Just as he now can't really stop Ah Peng and Mo from following along, by contrast Sai Luo appears much more composed—

——standing together with the New Century middle schoolers and the Gulite Knight Alliance on high ground, looking at humans as if they were trash—no, it's overlooking the bustling, flourishing campus season.

"What do you think of the certain agreement Aomo mentioned between Heiqian and Xintiao Qian?"

Among the New Century high schoolers, the steady MAX/Marx, who usually values composure, spoke first; his unexpectedly freely opening and closing iron jaw seemed to add weight to his words.

"I, I want to believe him," the Holy Sword Warrior who had experienced online shared dreaming said solemnly, "but the details of the agreement are indeed vague."

"What is certain is that Xintiao Qian is definitely not an enemy, a fact also acknowledged by Gulite," said Weite, the lanky youth who can transform into a fighter jet and whose looks inspire yearly Christmas kimo songs, smiling, "the problem is whether his proposed method can actually succeed."

"We've been hesitating for almost half a year—do we still need to hesitate?" Bola, whose petite frame, twin-tail hair, and neutral face make her look more like a little girl, said impatiently.

His temperament is as rough as his prototype, a bursting drill, utterly unsuitable for a human appearance.

And when he finished speaking, Nate murmured from not far away:

"Half a year…"

"What's wrong, knight, do you have any opinion?"

He immediately shifted his focus to the Nate who was overlooking down there, and the latter seemed to ponder: 'Has it really been that long?'

"Indeed, I also feel it hasn't been that long," Sai Luo also said, stroking his chin, "don't you guys have this feeling?"

"?" Several people looked at each other, seemingly not feeling anything wrong.

"What are you saying?" Bola thought they were joking, "haven't we remembered every single day until now?"

"We remember, but we just feel something's off…" Sai Luo turned his head to look at Nate, then at the second-generation individual beside him who seemed similarly troubled.

"At the end of the day, should Yuta try that plan—has this been dragged out this long?"

"Is this a decision we can actually make?"

——

Meanwhile, in front of the 2-B classroom, Aomo nonchalantly endured the stares of a group of students looking at foreigners, scanning the proposals on the classroom blackboard.

Bowling, darts, class movie, escape room, and the strange 'escaping from a human vacuum cleaner' proposal that evokes the Gulite live-action episode 32 vacuum cleaner attack.

"Oh, Aomo-san, you don't have to walk that fast!"

Then, closely following, Ah Peng, exhausted, half-emerged from the door's edge, and Mo, out of breath and seemingly in need of more exercise, successfully diverted those gazes.

In front of the cute GK and the uniformed busty older sister combo, merely a custom-tailored suit with distinctive flair and a black-haired foreign handsome guy with moon-shaped highlights on his forehead was instantly outshone.

At that moment, many bold male and female students tried to strike up conversation, creating huge obstacles for those two followers.

And while they were being surrounded, Aomo simply walked out of the classroom, headed toward the familiar corridor, and stopped after a few steps at a side wall.

There hung the campus newsletter, above a colorful illustration with a strong 3D art style, a more familiar slogan was clearly written.

【Student Health News

Stress‑troubled adolescence】

"……"

"Ooo, Ooo, Aomo-san?" Having just struggled out of the crowd, Apeng, who had exerted all his strength, ended up in the same state as the teammate who eats all day and whose stamina is gradually turning into that of a small fry.

He could barely catch his breath, yet he was still asking.

"You, you... do you have any discovery?"

"It's not acceleration, it's circulation."

"Huh?"

Aomo's sudden exclamation left him utterly bewildered, but if it were any one of the three from the Gulite Alliance, they would understand his meaning.

After all, this is exactly what they have experienced before.

"Going around in circles, the opponent's tactics haven't changed; not... able to bring me the power that almost deceived me again."

"What else do you know?" The badger hurried over, half a beat slow.

Unilateral familiarity is still familiarity; she covered her knees and asked this guy who always investigates on his own, already accustomed to his self‑directed exploration pace.

When faced with a stubborn problem, this man turns into a machine with extremely few threads, focusing solely on observation and deduction, eliminating other distractions, until his thoughts hit a dead end or he reaches a conclusion others can't understand.

"Maybe this isn't her..." Aomo muttered softly.

"Huh?" Apeng still didn't understand.

"I mean, the one behind the scenes—He can't wait any longer and wants to build the stage himself."