Chapter 1145: NO．50：Wulu：I just said he would absorb emotions

NO．50：Wulu：I just said he would absorb emotions.

If it were before, Aomo probably wouldn't have the patience to listen to Yan Hui Er's story.

Because for an observer, all objective facts can be proven through patient observation.

Sooner or later he will have the opportunity to condense the information on the other person's body, piece together everything they have already experienced, and all of that will, in simple summarization, turn into a few thin sheets of paper.

So even if it's to fulfill someone else's trust, there's no need to force oneself to listen to a story that is too commonplace, almost like the main dish of countless people's lives.

Yes, for many people, the main dish of life is just such an ordinary and commonplace thing.

Novelty and surprise are not common, ups and downs and twists are hard to accompany, and even an occasional occurrence could be an unbearable burden, let alone hoping for anything else.

That is why, after many years, so many people look forward to a purely stable life, or on the contrary seek an adventure never before experienced.

As for life, as for stories, the former has already been accepted, while the latter is absolutely not accepted.

Yan Hui Er is actually such a person of the latter kind.

Even if he behaves however like the former, even if he shows such a conservative attitude when facing every idea of undertaking the Horse Girl, and even seems like a bully who uses his status to oppress the weak, at one point he, in the capacity of a trainer, made the Heavenly Palace compromise.

But that does not affect his caring nature, nor the pursuit that cannot be concealed.

This pursuit will swell dramatically after becoming accustomed to a dull, boring atmosphere.

This pursuit will become more refined after becoming accustomed to oppression and compromise.

This pursuit will set him apart from the previous trainers of the Heavenly Palace, making him the sole shining point in that stream of complaints about life.

It is a resilience that wraps the essential desire, deeply hidden within the longstanding pattern of yielding, cautiousness, and universal correctness.

Despite all his complaints, he has never thought of giving up.

No matter how heavy the resentment of that Heavenly Palace lady, he still never thought of terminating the contract.

He did not give up.

In his habitual compromise and correctness, being a trainer is his current work that he alone refuses to compromise on, refusing to head toward correctness again.

When the Horse Girl's grades are poor, it equals his own work going poorly; his family will often call to console, the Horse Girl's fans will blame him for failing to unleash the Heavenly Palace's potential, and sometimes there are even threatening letters of unknown origin, trying to make him continue on the old path, to listen to everyone around him.

Give up, compromise, give up this 'ultimately still unsuitable for me' 'mistaken' job.

To run toward the everlasting 'correct' thing that everyone hopes you will do.

If he were utterly ordinary, he ought to truly succumb to these pressures from all directions, cover his face with his hands, and flee into that warm darkness.

Once again, to persist, to strive, to pour all one's heart into a disappointing endpoint.

His goal shattered once again, and he ought to, as always, heed the advice of those around him and once more devote himself to something else.

But the result was that he again met the youth who, from long ago, had realized that he and he were not of the same world.

That youth is a full seven years younger than him, meaning he has saved seven years of time and already achieved what the youth did better than he himself had initially.

Just facing his bright and piercing gaze, Yan Hui Er's heart inevitably feels a surge of fear.

That gaze always seems able to see through him, and after learning, through the internet and real‑world conversations, the feedback of those who have interacted with that youth.

That baseless fear also became concrete proof.

His fear will then grow deeper.

Not because he thinks he hides something, but because he is all too aware of his own past, as bland as a thin sheet of paper, even somewhat ugly.

He never wanted to show such a self, nor did he want to face those eyes, whether brown or dark red.

But frankly, when those eyes inevitably appear before him and extend the gentlest invitation, he ought to breathe a sigh of relief.

Just as a weary degenerate who no longer wishes to let himself sink can blame all his mistakes on the demon that sought him out and gave him a chance, he could also regard it as the Lin Dun trainer tempting and coercing him to confess, after which he could then speak without guilt those words long buried in his heart, revealing that somewhat ugly self.

All this ought to have been inevitable, provided he was thoroughly 'ordinary' through and through, becoming just another unremarkable facet among the myriad masses.

But he ultimately failed to do so.

He could not even truly meet the other's gaze, merely lowering his head, glancing sideways, chattering on, occasionally falling silent to weigh his words, speaking of his own affairs.

Because he would recall a pair of golden eyes.

Bright and brilliant, before everyone, he declared himself to be her trainer.

Having always complied with others' expectations, always wanting to escape those endless words, when he finally could make his own choice yet was still, as always, advised to give up, it was that girl who responded with the coarsest possible words.

As if seeing through the desire deep in his heart, as if noticing the reluctance there.

"Just as you said, your performance isn't quite excellent, your personality isn't outstanding, and even the speaking part of interacting with others might hurt some people's hearts; what the Heavenly Palace Miss expects is certainly not these."

"But are you sure she merely wants the right to compete, just wants an obedient puppet?"

"Or rather, are you truly obedient?"

"Let me state the conclusion directly, Yan trainer."

Those eyes, once so calm yet sharp, showing no trace of contempt or malice, yet precisely for that reason made him feel ashamed countless times.

He felt an indescribable gap between them turn into a vast chasm, causing him countless times to feel baseless fear, avoiding any chance of one‑on‑one interaction, even choosing seats farther apart.

And now, that gaze once again rests upon him.

He ought to have avoided it again, but instead, as if possessed, he faced those brown eyes, just as they were when they first met.

"Those who consider themselves extraordinary, upon falling into difficulty, precisely lack the commonplace competence of ordinary people."

"It is a resilience, it is a persistence, the very ordinary stone they lacked when building their inner Heavenly Palace."

"So you should now know exactly what she wants."

"..."

"Eh? Hui Er?! Where are you going? We've just arrived here."

At that moment, Xi Qifeng, who had just stepped out of the car, looked at Yan Hui Er's sprinting figure, somewhat puzzled.

"Aomo, what did Hui Er go off to do?"

And Aomo also watched the swaying hem of the suit's back, his subtle gaze landing on the other's stride, knowing that a typical trainer's uniform still lacks a pair of excellent leather shoes.

"Probably to add bricks and tiles to the completion of a palace."

?

Anyway, you don't have to buy his drink anymore; a miss needs his care.

Ah? Won't you give them some space to calm down?

Not all disappointed misses should be left unattended; Your Highness, don't you understand that?

Ahaha, I don't understand what you're saying.

Nishizaki Yutaka awkwardly turned his head to look at the people coming and going on this street, making Aomo glance and nod.

That's indeed the case.

But Aomo, you seem to have chatted with him all the way, right? Were you commissioned by someone?

I'm really surprised you understand me to this extent.

"This really hurts a friend's feelings, but how about it?" He spread his arms rudely, trying to pull Aomo into an embrace, but Nishizaki Yutaka grasped at air, looking at the naturally evasive junior, his gaze especially helpless.

Don't you find his story boring?

"Indeed boring," Aomo nodded, "it feels like it wouldn't exceed a thousand words if written down; back then, I probably wouldn't have bothered to listen."

"As expected, still like that?" He said helplessly, Nishizaki turned his head to glance at the direction where Yan Hui Er had run off, then turned back to see the other colleagues who had gotten off gathering together, and immediately acted as if nothing had happened.

The client's words are probably more important, right?

Not entirely." Aomo shook his head.

Nowadays, looking at that page of less than a thousand words, I occasionally wonder whether the joys and sorrows inside are any different.

Oh?

What text summarizes are just the facts, but to the parties involved it's a vivid past, perhaps wrapped in complex joy and sorrow.

No matter how many times, I'm still not used to hearing you say that with your young face.

Then how do you usually speak when facing the chairman?

The chairman can't say anything profound either.

Sure, I'll send this remark to the chairman.

Don't!