Chapter 1151: NO.56: Also Won't Say

NO. 56: Also Won't Say

Living among good people is like entering a room filled with orchids; after a while you no longer smell the fragrance, and you become like them. Living among bad people is like entering a fish market; after a while you no longer notice the stench, and you become like them.

——《Confucius Family Sayings, Six Essentials》

People are constantly changing beings; Aomo once, in the aforementioned Dongyan ancient saying, had a realization of this principle.

Long-term interaction with people stirs the spirit, while long-term interaction with objects shakes the physique.

Even a firm and steady mind cannot resist this subtle, imperceptible change, and often you cannot tell whether this change is good or bad, especially the latter, which involves an instinctual physiological transformation.

Aomo, who could once meet someone's gaze through a camera, undoubtedly possessed keen spiritual perception, but such keen perception is not a good thing for a trainer's work.

Because of his reputation, and because he constantly appears in public view, he inevitably has to endure excessive and chaotic gazes.

At such times, as long as Gilbalis's computing power is constantly on standby, there's no problem—having said that, Aomo Lindun is not fond of such a mechanically exhausting way of life.

Thus the current situation arises:

——When faced with excessive gazes, his spiritual perception will tend to dull.

He has no leisure to attend to the emotions among the myriad gazes, unless a particularly conspicuous flow of deep malice emerges.

Such a crane among chickens can instantly cause Aomo to turn his head.

But obviously, in Central Treesen, there is no chance for such an exception.

However, if the gate‑entering scene from that running record were to reappear, there would still likely be an opportunity to trigger his gaze 'alarm'; but after that, up to today, Bai Ren in Aomo's eyes seems to have already adjusted his state, and his gaze is no longer as 'outrageous' as before.

Even the direct stare that ought to be directed at him now appears, in Aomo's perception, just like any other student or colleague staring at him—not worth singling out.

He blends into the crowd——yet perhaps only on the surface.

After all, if it were those horse girls, trainers, doctors, and the like, returning one's gaze would at most be somewhat timid or shy, or perhaps just a blink.

A few might even think they are being threatened and stare back angrily.

This makes Aomo feel somewhat wronged—clearly he is only looking back because he is being stared at—but setting aside those reactions, Bai Ren's response clearly does not belong to any of those categories.

A situation worth a newly established interval might bring a few degrees of observational pleasure, yet he still has to endure the scrutinizing gaze of the idol beside him.

"What is she doing?" Qianming the Detective asked, then immediately got to the point: "What have you done?"

"What can I do?"

Aomo was taken aback, and took over her reciprocating punch‑card stamping sheet.

Although Bai Ren's reaction is so direct and yet so suspicious, considering he is an acquaintance, even if the other's actions are somewhat 'shenbi', he is willing to pretend not to have seen it.

After all, he knows many 'shenbi' people, including Da Ao who kicked open the activity room door early in the morning, and Xiao Ao who sheepishly followed Da Ao inside—recently Sai Luo, who has been constantly greeted by an enthusiastic little girl to the point of annoyance, is in a state that Aomo feels the chairperson ought to draw a blade on.

Quickly act to add another Ultraman trainer to Central Treesen, so as to shine and burn brightly as a giant of light, Chairperson San!!

Aomo wishes to have the chairperson display divine powers and capture this troublemaking Ao, but this matter truly cannot be rushed.

So he can only first exert his habitual tolerance, dealing with each 'shenbi' person in turn—then he discovers that someone nearby has suddenly begun to act 'shenbi'.

This subtle feeling is much like having fought the epidemic, fought the epidemic, and then someone nearby tests positive—how? Is an alien virus also contagious?

But Ultraman is truly an alien, you horse girl is truly native to the earth……ah, the horse girl counts as half a transmigrator……

Then it's fine.

"If you're convenient, could you help me ask?"

Holding his consistent tolerance toward 'shenbi' people, Aomo attempts to dispatch this highly competent 'colleague' by indirect means.

Yes, a colleague.

From the perspective of Treesen, Qianming, though a veteran Triple Crown holder, currently works more as a staff member in the infirmary, substantially on par with trainers and other internal school positions.

Setting aside Treesen, Aomo still recalls that the other party truly has detective work.

Although detectives and modern mercenaries are not the same, their substantive duties largely overlap; a detective can be said to be a mercenary unwilling to follow the mainstream.

Just like some horse girls who race but stubbornly refuse to enroll in Treesen, they stand out with a hint of elusive aspiration.

Of course, for someone like Qianming, who has steady work at Treesen yet holds many credentials—a free‑spirited girl—the detective identity is largely a waypoint on her verification path.

If one has the ability to take the exam, one does so; even a Triple Crown winner doesn't mind that registration fee.

But it is well known that credentials have expiration dates.

Compared to verification, whether one can continue to reside is more important.

Aomo does not doubt that Qianming is the type who, after passing the exam, abandons it—a credential‑collecting athlete; his trust in her is as unquestioning as his present question.

"Oh~ then will you pay the investigation fee?" the brown‑haired girl also flashed a wicked smile, "If I really find the problem lies with you, shouldn't you also spend money to hush it up?"

"Then I really should ask Miss Qianming to lend a hand," suppressing the urge to let his finger rest on the terminal and snap a photo, Aomo picked up the sheet, de‑monster‑ized, and walked out of the infirmary.

Immediately afterward, magical light dots reflected the light that had intruded into the room, and a heavy, web‑footed‑like footstep faded away, proving he had simply walked far off.

This leaves her to continue here, while he walks toward the still‑gate‑staring Narita Bai Ren, who, because of facing the same direction, ends up seeing himself, and waves.

"Little Bai Ren, mind if we chat?"

"Qianming, sorry, we still——"

As Aomo's back was about to become indistinct, Bai Ren made a move to chase, but Qianming grabbed his arm.

"Haven't we yet decided the outcome of that practice match from back then?" she said.

She then smiled and lifted the attendance stamp in her hand.

"I heard you've begun to regain your form; if so, how about running a lap with me?"

"" Upon hearing this, Narita Bai Ren finally withdrew the gaze he had kept fixed outside the door all along."

"Exactly, it's long overdue," facing that sharp, dangerous gaze, Qianming's smile widened, "Rather than chasing Aomo, you're more of a horse girl, aren't you?"

"He won't run, so you really needn't be so anxious……"

"" This remark inevitably made Bai Ren's competitive gaze falter; upon looking again at this brown‑haired horse girl, who is also a veteran of the loafing world, he felt somewhat taken aback."

"If you beat me, I won't say anything; but if I lose……"