Chapter 1102: NO．7：Is it possible that point didn't sleep?

NO．7：Is it possible that point didn't sleep?

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The next morning, Central Telesen Activity Room.

As always punctual, Aimu Zhiji had just entered the room when she saw the trainer standing by the window, seemingly gazing at the scenery, on the phone.

This made her turn her head to see Ailisuzhi, who rarely missed sleeping in, holding a dropper dripping liquid: "What is he doing?"

"Let's buy a new dining table, he thinks the office's reception table is too small."

"... Is it necessary?"

Aimu Zhiji was somewhat speechless.

Although it's not hard to guess that last night's dinner gave him that idea, no matter how you think about it, that kind of situation last night was rare, right?

Is it necessary to make special preparations for it?

"Of course, I felt it was a bit cramped yesterday; I didn't expect to still not have found a chance to mention it, but Guinea Pig-kun himself was aware."

"..."

Under Aimu Zhiji's subtle gaze, Ailisuzhi, who was gently shaking the test tube solution, lifted her head: "What's up?"

"Nothing..."

Although I sensed a subtle difference in perspective, I suppose even if I pointed it out specially, the other party wouldn't have any remorse.

Thus, Aimu Zhiji, who wanted to complain but didn't know how to start, shook her head; when she turned back, she saw the trainer had switched the terminal's light screen from 'call display mode' back to 'default private mode'.

Obviously, the call on the other end had ended.

"Good morning."

Without any honorific, a brief greeting that reveals little emotion is Aimu Zhiji's usual style.

And the people around her, whether teammates or trainers, had long grown accustomed to it.

"Good morning, is there anything to report?"

Aomo couldn't help but ask, after all today is actually a holiday.

Although it's not a federal statutory holiday, it is a special holiday of the unit itself.

——Chrysanthemum Prize specially approved, one-day holiday.

Some G1 race days with relatively high status and weight can occupy a holiday slot here at Central Telesen, like the Autumn Tera Prize's one-day holiday a few days from now; the intention is to let students and trainers pay attention to and study the frontline 'battlefield' of the industry as soon as possible.

But if students or trainers have sufficient confidence, or are overly busy—doing something else during this holiday is also perfectly fine.

What's more, this year's Chrysanthemum Prize starts in the afternoon.

Although many spectators were already commenting on Umastagram in the late morning, with impassioned text, appearing to fight fiercely, such liveliness obviously has nothing to do with this activity room.

If you ask why, it's because everyone in this activity room was once someone who was solitary to the point of almost no social interaction.

They even dislike communicating online.

Even though Aimu Zhiji initially communicated with Aomo online, she was merely a fringe forum user.

She forever only follows the dynamics of the accounts she first followed; her follow list at a glance shows only a few, except for a rather odd category of Umastar, all being well-known bloggers who provide training tips.

However, looking from another angle, this is also a good thing.

After all, the online battlefield is an extraordinarily dangerous place; a moment's inattention could cost you your cyber mother.

Such confrontations are undoubtedly a huge negative influence for these girls focused on running, and Aomo is also relieved they haven't wasted their time here, knowing that the Central horse girls ultimately bear a heavier burden than local horse girls.

Just like—disliking online communication—this trait, which runs contrary to today's student reality, is likewise a facet of Central's cutthroat era.

These days, which student isn't constantly hanging out online?

Phones, tablets, terminals, even crystal cores—these online entertainment tool choices all have low barriers, all are easy surfing; even the advancement rocket class Aomo once belonged to doesn't lack classmates as active online as he is.

Hobbies are hobbies, but the internet has long become indispensable to life.

Central Telesen's students naturally also each have their own hobbies.

They have even developed considerably thanks to the school's encouragement, almost rivaling professional level.

But obviously, their lives have been deeply intertwined with competition; therefore their running cannot be mere jogging, just moving the body.

Even Ailisuzhi, who loves research and experiments so much that in her mouth experiments are even more important than training, still needs to spend a lot of time on daily training.

And this is still based on the premise that she has never met Aomo.

After meeting Aomo, the proportion of sprint training in her life will only increase.

Such a trajectory of lifestyle change applies to the vast majority of Central horse girls.

From the tense basic training before signing the contract, to the even more urgent training plan covering after signing, that's why their follow‑through on interests and hobbies is often clearer and more thorough than others'.

——When many kids their age still haven't figured out what they like, what they're good at, or whether they should devote energy.

Yet they have already stepped forward ahead of time with their respective achievements.

For example, Suzi, for example Chazuo, and also the seemingly makeshift team, seemingly insignificant, yet actually just as hard to achieve digital quick printing teacher (ailishuma).

In the horse girl fan‑creation world, digital quick printing is also a rising star.

Of course, Central Telesen has so many students that with a large base, there will always be some unique individuals.

Like Aimu Zhiji, who once went down the wrong path, and like someone who once purely spent all their time on training, correcting their running talent—Miura Bourbon.

Although how time is used is inherently without superiority or inferiority, and the so‑called value is entirely bestowed by an individual's worldview, at least for now Aomo hopes they can devote their scarce free time to cultivating their respective interests and hobbies.

Whether they can reach professional level or attain some authority doesn't matter; what matters is being able to gain a sense of fulfillment from it.

Yet even though it's holiday time, the four girls instead gathered early in the activity room, making it seem as if he had come to supervise training.

Of course, he perhaps isn't qualified to say that.

Currently his only overtime work is taking assignments from the digital printing teacher.

As for manuscript creation itself, as long as there's internet he can do it anywhere; he could simply stay in the office, open some music, brew a cup of coffee, and start working there as a 'code farmer'.

But the result is he also came running here early in the morning just the same.

Can't you come if there's nothing?

Of course not.

He raised his hand to fiddle with the writing end and chat group page on the terminal screen, Aomo sat back down on the sofa, picked up the coffee cup printed with a Godzilla pattern, and took a sip.

That was placed there by Chazuo a minute ago; now the latter glanced at him sitting beside, that gaze differed from his usual dullness, carrying a hint of cat-like inquisitive curiosity.

This naturally draws the trainer's attention, but right now he must respond to the girl seated on the sofa diagonally opposite.

Just killing time or there's a more meaningful way.

For example? Not far away, Ailisuzhi, who should have been focused on operating, suddenly interjected.

Before Aomo could answer, Aimu Zhiji opportunistically spoke up:

For example, the trainer could accompany Miss Xi and Miss Qielinna.

Heh—is this teasing, or an attack?

Aomo was somewhat surprised, yet also helplessly laughed: "It's a pity that Trensen's holiday cannot represent other schools and companies."

One has class, the other has work; considering that a weekend is coming in a day, there's no need to rush.

So you came running to find us? Suzi came over from in front of the test bench after washing her hands, wearing a mischievous smile.

Changing the logic secretly is useless against me, Miss Suzi; a fabricated charge won't make me willingly swallow whatever you're holding.

Tch, boring—don't you want to see the effects of the new potion?

No. Aomo replied immediately.

Tsk.

I'm actually curious how you persuaded Miss Aizhi to join you in this farce.

……Trainer.

As soon as he finished speaking, Chazuo tugged at his clothes.

What's wrong? Upon switching to communicating with this well-behaved black-haired girl, Lin Dun's trainer's expression visibly softened, and his tone grew gentle.

Then he heard her softly say:

Have you added protections to your dream? I couldn't connect last night.

Um…