Chapter 953: NO.76: Mutual Affinity

NO. 76: Mutual Affinity

Why such a doubtful expression? Especially you two, Yuta and Neihai.

What's wrong with us?

Do you remember Liuhu's earlier wailing? If this world has been looping even before you noticed, just how many first and second years have you gone through?

Er...

Ha, no need for that expression—I'm just mentioning it casually. After all, with no memory of the process, you can only rely on bodily memory; if you'd truly gone through countless school years, you could probably answer questions purely by instinct.

Er... that would require accumulating an absurd number of times.

Apeng, who had been following Aomo for a while, wouldn't be fooled so easily.

Thus Aomo would put on a serious face and advise: "Being serious means you've lost, Apeng; don't scare the two classmates like that."

"You're obviously the one scaring them!" Neihai, who is equally hard to fool, charged to the front of the rebuttal: "Every time you bring shocking news—what's up with that talented girl you mentioned earlier? Why do you seem to have such good luck with the opposite sex?"

"That's a role selected by Gulite; it can't be used to slander me, Neihai." Aomo remained neutral.

"Are you the one slandering Gulite? Badger Sister's always by your side, isn't she?"

Neihai kept trying to push back, but Aomo remained calm and composed, responding in his usual indifferent tone: "Her passion for work really makes me feel it's a bit over the top; I've come to understand how others see me."

"Cut it out! I mean outside of work, she's always dragging you out, and Lisang said the badger he knows is nothing like this."

"Liking food is a fairly common interest, but unfortunately only I can agree with her in the team; I even tried inviting Li Jun, but he turned out unexpectedly reserved."

"Li Jun might be afraid of mixing things up—just seeing Mazhong Jun makes me feel out of place." Nan Mengya suddenly interjected.

Perhaps noticing that Neihai's rank truly can't shake Aomo's rhetoric, just listening up front already foresees a waste of time.

As for expressing this art, Aomo Lindun is exactly as everyone suspected—nothing like the impression a second-year college student would give.

"Rather than saying it's confusion, isn't it more about not wanting to change the impression? Mengya."

"Yes, yes," the blond‑haired girl nodded repeatedly, then turned to Mazhong Peng and Apeng beside her: "I need to tell Peng not to become like Mazhong Jun."

"What am I like......"

Even though Apeng had watched "4S Electric Light Machine King," he was still just observing others' affairs; facing Nan Mengya, his feelings were somewhat complicated but not particularly special.

Although I'd promised my other self to go back and save that person over there—who's likely still tangled in emotional knots, and if left alone might truly attempt self‑harm—being dissed to my face still makes me mutter involuntarily.

Actually, over the past half year we've still built a considerable friendship; even this kind of face‑to‑face pointing and commenting isn't enough to make anyone really angry.

But Apeng believes that, encouraged by the group's monster‑eugenics ideology, he's already taken a difficult step—trying to reconnect with classmates and face his mother—and this also counts as a step where he's unusually confident.

As a result, in Nan Mengya's mouth he sounded like a good‑for‑nothing……

Well, summing it up like that really does seem good‑for‑nothing…… Apeng, thinking it over, felt himself sink.

Then someone patted his shoulder; looking up, it was Aomo, who had been watching Nan Mengya.

I actually appreciate this kind of Apeng more—his unrestrained determination is also a way of life, worthy of me entrusting Galatron to him.

That sounds just like a father‑in‑law praising his son‑in‑law.

Neihai, you can't keep speaking for the audience like that.

What's a "mouth substitute"? What word is that?

It used to describe your kind of character who speaks for the spectators in a play.

"Spectators... ah, are you saying we're virtual characters in your world?" He scratched the back of his head; Neihai really didn't know what expression to wear toward this.

This topic had been casually brought up in idle chat before, but its peculiarity prevented development; unexpectedly, when it came to Aomo, he explained it so easily that we're faced with this delicate issue again.

Yeah, but it's not worth overcomplicating," Aomo, who could tell at a glance what these kids were worrying about, leaned on the windowsill and gazed into the distance: "In our world, this is commonplace—sometimes characters from the screen show up in real‑life news."

And we often imagine a situation like this……

He turned his head and looked at the five high schoolers here:

It's like there's a writer who intends to write novels in reality, but actually he might just be a fictional character given the identity of novelist within some work.

It's also like your world merely exists inside a computer‑named electronic device, where a completely different reality coexists, and perhaps the number of such worlds matches the number of electronic devices.

Strictly speaking, if we truly construct according to the multiverse concept—as long as story creators are numerous and dense enough, a universe as countless as the stars will certainly contain some possibility.

Some event occurring in some universe matches the possibility of some creation.

This is the domain of probability theory—just as holding enough sports events will eventually bump into some sports‑manga plotlines, doesn't saying it this way make it easier to grasp?

I feel the topic's been sidestepped." Nan Mengya pondered.

I'd like to swap in a non‑sports example," Neihai, feeling a bit of strain from working out—though he no longer uses a hula hoop—said while squeezing his abdomen, "Besides, Yuta got hit by a volleyball a few days ago."

Huh? Really? How bad is the injury?" Nan Mengya asked.

Just a little nosebleed, and surprisingly it doesn't hurt much." Yuta thought the other was overreacting.

If you keep looking down on volleyball, you might end up getting hit by it over and over." Aomo said with a sinister tone.

Er...

Now Yuta couldn't relax at all—though he's a male high schooler, a born battle‑loving fighter who eagerly wants to show off his transformation device to everyone, in some respects he's still quite fragile.

Lately he's even been anxious over a rumor, at times shedding tears stricter than he demands of himself.

Rumors about Liuhu going in and out of a male college student's boyfriend's house, etc. —if those two just asked Aomo directly, he could tell them Liuhu's family still has an older brother in college.

When it comes to gathering information, this demon is definitely a professional.

But they just didn't come to ask.

Thus Yuta genuinely believed the girl he secretly liked had taken a boyfriend, and since he hadn't confessed yet he thought his chance was gone—he even cried outright and lost sleep, until the next day, after activating his dark‑circles mode, Aomo glanced at him twice before asking what was wrong.

Then Neihai dropped a mysterious bombshell.

——and these, Aomo himself actually has no memory of.

It was Neihai saying he'd said it before that made Aomo put on an "oh‑I‑get‑it" face, using his usual improvisation and observational sketching to piece together a partly plausible hypothetical context.

To Aomo, these are truly illusory, as dream‑like as anything, far less real than the lunch he ate at noon.

But by then Neihai still hadn't spoken up to seek justice for his brother when the class bell rang; the two students from different classes hurriedly said goodbye to the few of us not in class, leaving some of us watching them go, when suddenly someone spoke.

They don't have class during the school festival, do they?

This is Nan Mengya.

After she finished speaking, the scene fell into a few seconds of silence, then her boyfriend's interface:

They're probably busy with their own class projects, right?

"And later help with the preparations for Sixka and Utsumi's class's Gekiranger stage play?" the monster eugenics thinker A Peng also said via the interface.

Then Aomo said: "According to my information, Yuta's contribution to their class's event preparations isn't very high."

Mengya said: "What do you mean?"

Peng (monster): "He'll find a chance to sneak out soon, then go find Utsumi…"

Peng (electric): "And with Rikka-san."

Another brief moment of mutual silence fell; even the hallway was quiet with no students, when a certain Majin broke the balance:

Do you need me to show the way?

"Oh! Do you know the location?" The South team member's eagerness was obvious.

"Of course, I'm quite interested in this kind of 'event'."

"Um, that's not really okay."

Both Peng team members' moral standards in this regard still need to be lowered.

By contrast, the South team member and the Majin captain already wore either a sly or polite smile, and they stepped forward one after another.

Sir! thisway!

Yo-shi! Rightthisway!