Chapter 1040: with translation of chapter title

NO．163：Let your intellect once again rise above emotion.

It is well known that Aomo Lindun is a model of dedication.

But it is also well known that Trainer Lindun has far greater freedom and flexibility in his primary work than most of his peers—not only can he build mutual trust with the horse girls under him and have an easygoing rapport, but there are also countless humanoid scripts (Qianming, Bai Ren, Gechengwangpai, and even Dazhenhan) available for requesting substitute shifts.

So if he steps away from the training grounds to handle more important personal matters, placing a sign by the track to pay respect to Amazon, it's not exactly a surprising sight.

But he is indeed here, without leaving his seat or using any remote projection device.

The youthful-looking Aomo Lindun sits as steady as a sentinel before the swimming pool, his gaze unwavering, gazing into the pool at the few horse-eared girls, as if strictly supervising their training progress.

Provided that the light screen visible to everyone is not in front of him.

The terminal light screen, specially switched from private mode to public display, mainly serves the noisy pink-haired girl beside him.

"Oh wow, is this really how it's handled here?"

"Old… Aomo trainer's typing speed is so fast! I'm so envious of such speed of conception and concentration…"

"………… Huff—, my soul has finally come back——! I never expected Aomo trainer to put his pen here; the digital carbon sensation is abundant!"

"Eh?! Wait a minute, class is about to start! Aomo trainer! Can you give me a synchronous live broadcast angle when you turn around?"

"No way, it's better for students to focus on class."

"Guh-na! After Aomo trainer became an adult, his way of speaking turned just as sharp as an adult's!"

"Isn't Shu Zi Lao Shi's attitude also not as restrained as yesterday? Could it be that you drank Suzi's potion yesterday, causing this abnormality?"

"Eee? No, no, waa… Being so arrogant, I'm really sorry! Waah waah waah, please don't hate me!"

"But there's no need to go that far…"

At Central Toresen, using the swimming pool for training activities requires submitting a special application, needing to specify down to which numbered lane is used, so as not to collide with other horse girls' training.

But even so, given the specifications of Central's swimming pool, a training session can still have at least twenty-plus horse girls present, with many trainers standing not far away.

Thus, at this moment, Aomo can feel many piercing gazes.

These gazes have existed since he first brought four horse girls here, letting three each go their own way into the water while he himself found a little stool to sit and operate the terminal.

Basically, many colleagues are dissatisfied with his unfocused training attitude, and the exaggerated performance of ailishuma now makes Aomo's impression in their minds hang by a thread.

But frankly speaking, for Aomo, these have long been accustomed gazes, since after he entered through the back door, colleagues have always looked at him unfavorably.

He takes it in stride and can also understand them, after all, even if the four horse girls under him all achieved first‑stage victory, there's still room for criticism, let alone Aomo's usual performance having nothing to do with dedication.

Aomo, with very clear self‑awareness, also knows that quite a few colleagues have tried to file a complaint against Miss Juncheon, only to be suppressed by her.

They largely fail to understand how the secretary of the board chair, who is so dedicated to his duties, would favor a relation‑house that lacks ambition.

But if even filing a complaint is useless, they really can't do anything else either.

Trainers' work is always busy, they don't have much time for scheming, and most dissatisfaction can only be expressed as pointing fingers.

At worst, they just bring their own horse girls and run a parallel training friendly match with the other side's horse girls—which actually fits the Toresen style of peers stepping on each other's faces.

But do you want to see who's standing beside him when he trains?

Narita Bai Ren, Qianming representative, and Gechengwangpai refresh intermittently; occasionally Ludaofu Xiangzheng comes to look, and there's an extremely low chance of refreshing Dazhenhan—what does "no riffraff in traffic" mean? At times like this, trying to play a little clever really takes courage.

And if he doesn't play little tricks… normal matchups can't find horse girls with matching schedules; don't forget that Aomo joined when trainers weren't supposed to be hired, and strictly speaking, his three horse girls haven't even reached the debut race of the standard Triple Crown process.

You truly can't find a comparable peer, and matchups across different periods can't even talk about stepping on faces.

Thus they just stare and can only stare; Aomo's professional situation lacks this classic industry move of showing off and getting slapped in the face.

But he also doesn't have the leisure to wonder where to make up for this enjoyment.

After all, at this moment he still has something more pressing in front of him—the doujinshi of the ailishuma club.

Strictly speaking, from Aomo's personal standpoint, this matter is no more important than Qitelnina's emotional reply.

But since he has already agreed to this, and it cannot be delayed in the slightest, he must therefore focus on it.

Although he and Qi still don't know how that artist dares to claim they can finish at least four short chapters of a comic collection in several nights of staying up.

But he is also willing to believe that Shu Zi Lao Shi's club has her own oversight—if that ink‑and‑brush painter truly lacked this skill, the others lurking in their chat room would have already called them out, so there's no need for him to question.

Then let's not consider starting work with focus on that matter.

He thought that way, and so sat down here.

Unlike other trainers who stare intently at the girls in competitive swimsuits (school-regulation swimwear), dripping wet, he focuses more on typing on the screen text, only occasionally using the periodic vibration timer reminder to notice the pool's progress.

But whenever class ends, Shu Zi Lao Shi comes rushing in.

In a boastful manner, he does the supervisor's work.

Then, as the class bell approaches, he walks away with reluctant steps, just as now.

And after that, he cannot immediately obtain peace.

It's not because the three girls doing endurance and willpower training in the pool are temporarily resting and need him to bring towels.

Rather, it's because a horse girl tasked with responsibility has been sitting beside him all along.

Ailisuzhi, rather than standing out with a maxed‑out training load, still wanting to secretly roll like Thus line: Aimu Zhiji and Meipu Bohang, her training plan is instead irregular like Chazuo's, and today should have been her rest day, or a day for entertainment experiments.

But she chose to watch her companions' training.

Or rather, conducting an experiment of long‑staring at the hamster.

Aomo actually can tell she hasn't slept well.

Although we don't know what method she used, it's probably a potion or similar to avoid the penalty of dark circles, but from the moment we met, her words and deeds have shown little signs like listlessness and unsteady steps.

This inevitably reminds him of his girlfriend who's been active since early morning—her dark circles are genuine, making Aomo once worry about the quality of her classroom learning today.

But the fact proves he needn't worry—Xintiao Qi occasionally sends over script design dynamics from there, enough to show this girl's heart is now completely not on studies.

At least she can focus on script design instead of worrying about gains and losses because of the afternoon meetup they agreed on—perhaps this counts as a kind of mental progress.

Or maybe she's just slacking off?

Aomo isn't really clear on that.

He feels that the other party's decision, given their status as a transmigrant, is probably quite forced, after all he's been to Cuckoo Terrace and discussed with a group of high schoolers the societal atmosphere differences between the two worlds.

But on the other hand, I felt that Qian's appearance when making the decision did not look like a split forced by extreme anguish.

It's not that the other person's angry, kick‑throwing mood is fake; rather, I always feel like something is missing.

His observational skills and memory replay revealed no flaw, and logically his dissatisfaction could be explained, making it hard for him not to feel a bit guilty.

But there was also a sense of dissonance.

Considering his intuition as a summary of information, Aomo was willing to believe he had missed some piece of information that he hadn't processed, but he ultimately had no leisure to examine it further.

All his spare time was devoted to rushing the doujinshi.

Besides, what he has to write today also includes his favorite old almanac time: Golden Age Intertwining (starting with Qianming, ending with Dazhenhan), King and Hero's Reversed Heavenly Gang (Royal x Qian).

By comparison, the East Sea Emperor and Mai Kun these two belong to the recent trend.

He originally didn't understand it deeply, and besides, he's experienced too much lately, feeling somewhat like from another world, for a while he couldn't substitute. jpg

Writing about the match a few months before the rice bath came easily, at least the person involved he truly knew, he had confidence to wash off the malicious epithet 'Pitch‑Black Assassin'… although his first reaction to that epithet was that it was pretty cool……

But even if such thoughts occupied most of his mental space, he still had to face the lingering gaze of the one in charge of the horse girl, as if trying to stare out heat vision or photon‑force laser beams.

Especially this gaze reached its peak after Shu Zi Lao Shi once again ran away at the end of the big class break.

As if it could really emit heat, Aomo couldn't help but turn from the text and look toward Ailisuzhi, who sat brooding beside him with deep grudges.

"If there's anything, feel free to speak plainly, Miss Ailisuzhi."

"There's nothing to say about the cricket and the guinea pig!"

""Really?" Aomo turned his head back to reread the labyrinth of text, without retorting that the remark sounded like a textbook‑level tsundere loser's line."

"I always felt it wasn't something she should say; it was more like… uh… Dahe Chiji classmate?"

"And Suzi slightly lifted her chin, as if truly having fooled herself, proudly saying: 'Of course.'"

"Then, facing the gaze of the trainer in charge who had turned back, he said: 'Then may I ask Suzi about her eyes?'"

"The brown pupils were gradually tinged with dark red, then split open a black slit, while the dark‑red pupils that witnessed this up close hid behind the light grid."

""Mm… asking about the eyes is the same!""

""If that's the case, then I believe the clever Miss Suzi will surely be able to rely on her own mind to sort out the problem she faces.""

""Of course!" She lifted her chin again, regaining her usual, self‑evident pride."

"It seemed that in these few short lines of dialogue, she had successfully regained her original state."

"And the youth also showed an approving gaze, nodding slightly:"

""Then I shall look forward to it.""