Chapter 965: NO.88: Open Heart

NO. 88: Open Heart

Whether it was torture or interrogation, in the end there was no result.

Although after some people sobered up they conducted a simple information exchange (pointing out what the other had missed in the torture session the previous night), this could advance progress in some areas considerably, but in terms of actual results, there was indeed none.

Xiang Yutai is not someone who can simply set the right moment for a confession after being pressed a bit.

And Aomo Lindun is not someone who would be coerced by the gossip crowd into making any promise.

But these words, more or less, still could stir his heart; this is just as he always, when speculating about others' feelings, subconsciously avoided that possible Aomo, and now he indeed has to face that possibly existing fact.

He is not inferior, but he subconsciously rejects the fact that perhaps another person might appear around him; his private space being invaded, and his life considerations must also include that member's feelings.

Therefore, when he speculates about others' thoughts, he subconsciously discards that kind of overconfident-average-guy style of thinking, not considering that possibility.

Undeniably, he actually harbors a fear of that kind of life.

Regarding the fear of whether he can do well in his current state.

Because he is someone who values efficiency, if the end of love is a breakup, he feels it's wasting a lot of time.

But according to statistics by some well-meaning individuals of the Holy Terra Federation, the current proportion of first loves that end without incident is nearly seventy percent.

This is still based on the premise that many technical solutions are available for reference.

Yes, genuine technical solutions.

For example, ghost counseling, or creating an AI love simulation in the form of a galgame—these kinds of methods that sound unreliable but actually work—still see most people whose first love ends in failure.

To the extent that most people admit that first love is ultimately just about grinding proficiency.

Yes, it is a fact.

Regardless of whether they admit it, the outcome shows exactly that.

Only after experiencing first love does one somewhat understand how to engage in mutually comfortable intimacy with another person, and thus in various interaction settings one does not appear so awkward and tense, full of mistakes, to the point of making the other dissatisfied without even realizing it.

First love forever is the worst performance of your (or possibly her) emotional experience, and also your most profound memory; and the eventual separation between you and her is also hard to detach from the awkwardness of that relationship.

And the conclusion drawn from this fact naturally contradicts his personality.

It also makes him hold a resistant attitude toward the process of love.

From this perspective, Aomo's efficiencyism is also perfectionism, and moreover it is not lacking as a greedy desire.

He fantasizes about achieving an ideal love at first attempt, and upon realizing that reality generally does not allow it, he directly chooses to avoid it.

But also just a few days ago (by personal feeling).

He brought back a group of monster eugenics ideology members to his own office, and when he explained to A Peng his cohabitation with Xin Tiao Qian, he only then realized——

——These otherworldly people, including what locals consider to be the natural state only when dating: having their freedom and privacy invaded by the other party.

In other words:

He is already in that state.

Even stepping back one step and elaborating, the detail he truly resists is that dating itself brings the need to add one or more members to all life considerations—he believes he cannot handle that.

What ordinary people can manage, they will do with utmost care, only for themselves, and next for their parents.

Just as in his life for a long period only his foster father required him to devote extra thought.

But the result……

This clearly is also, ever since he became a trainer, his summer life has already been experiencing this daily routine!

Often asking about cold and warmth, even daily meals must consider the taste and nutrition of those few girls; going out also requires considering those little ponies, together with a somewhat plump human roommate whether to go out for a jog.

He is only a few years older, yet he has lived like an elder.

Such a life lasted a full two months, and he merely regarded it as part of his trainer duties, occasionally looking after roommates, with nothing much to it.

Now looking back, everything seems somewhat off.

Should he demand a raise? That basically isn't within the scope of a trainer's duties—when he realized this, he still hadn't forgotten the real point:

Leaving aside talk of love, simply interacting with the opposite sex and conscientiously considering others in everything—actually… seems… probably… not worth that much fear……

Unconsciously, he had already become better at this than many people he had observed; Aomo felt this was undoubtedly, an experience that could be applied.

Suddenly enlightened.

This word alone is enough to perfectly describe his current state.

The feeling of relief when a long-revered subconscious problem is suddenly solved naturally makes things much clearer, but this does not mean he will stop guarding alone.

After all, the real-world issues he once raised with Ma Zhongpeng and Nan Mengya remain unsolved.

He remains such a busy person.

So busy that he hardly has time to cultivate feelings, so busy that he hardly has confidence to promise someone a lifetime's weight.

Perhaps after a while, when the work environment and rhythm change, he will have the time to prepare, have that confidence, and be able to change his current attitude.

But by then, what will people and things be like?

He pushed open the paper door and looked toward the already risen summer.

The cycle roughly continues, but this time without 'acceleration'; that celestial body still carries this climate's natural scorching heat, as if to roast everyone on this land.

"Don't you feel it's wasting time?"

Suddenly, his light screen lit up, within which appeared a roughly similarly sleepless helmet-shaped head.

"He tossed and turned all night, but that kid still lacks the courage to confess."

As for this, Aomo merely sighed: "Truly bad news, for Xiang Yutai."

"Right?"

"I mean, even you know he likes Liu Hua; for him that's truly bad news." Realizing the other's misunderstanding, Aomo sighed again and explained.

"Oh duh, this is a direction I hadn't expected; does the boy chosen by Gu Litte also have this side?"

"You weren't satisfied with your peeping last night, were you? How should this violation of privacy be judged, Chief?"

"You can't say that, otherwise such a just hero as Gu Litte would also have to face trial."

I've been trying to stop you! Yàlìkèxīsī Kailifu!

Gult's voice burst in from one side of the screen; upon meeting, he punched the other in the face, and this time Yàlìkèxīsī swung a counterpunch from under his cloak.

Isn't that also listening? I also heard you sigh!

Shut up! Heretic!

Oh dear, Lindon, you think this guy isn't angry, huh—guwa.

Just as the words fell, a punch knocked out the sound of a worthless ninja's embarrassment; Yàlìkèxīsī, who had been tied up for days, showed such a regrettable performance, perhaps also confirming that this world indeed still runs on idealistic rules.

It's like Gult's angry strike landed a critical hit or something—very idealistic.

Settle down early in the morning; you also need to conserve energy so otherworldly monsters don't show up later, Gult.

... Indeed so.

Yes yes, let your last days shine more brightly!

But if you can get Yàlìkèxīsī to shut up, that's also good; it's definitely a move that would make everyone's life better, wasting a bit of energy doesn't matter.

Oduoduo! This is a personal grudge, you're angry too? You say to me wasting time being angry? Don't be like that, I deliberately didn't mention Qiàn's side of things,

It's a pity, I'm not angry, because time wasn't wasted.

Turning his head, he saw Bǎoduō Liùhuā walking out from the other side of the corridor yawning, as well as Xiàng Yùtài, who had run out from his side and greeted him with a call, quickly stepping forward to greet him; Aomo turned his head to look at the other side, where Xīntiáo Qiàn was sneaking about, trying to creep around behind him.

Their eyes met, and the latter straightened up, revealing a guilty smile: 'Morning, morning, Little Snake.'

Good morning, Qiàn, how's your body? Any dizziness?

He wore a smile, as composed as ever, yet it made Qiàn feel a subtle difference.

It was as if his gaze had slightly lifted, no longer so gloomy.

Do you still remember what happened last night?

"Yesterday, last night, what happened?" Recalling the fact that he had drunk too much, Qiàn felt even more guilty.

However, the other person only said:

A happy thing worth celebrating.

Moreover, I can't deny that I'm also quite happy.