Chapter 1153: with translation of chapter title

NO．58：A professional observer is one who dares to make judgments.

Before that day, Chengtian Bairen had never had any awareness of this.

From that day onward, Chengtian Bairen gained a completely new understanding.

She finally knew that Aomo Lindun's demonization was the external manifestation of his soul.

Moreover, she knew that in the eyes of beings like Chazuo, who possess keen spiritual perception and spiritual vision, Aomo is easily misunderstood and prone to prejudice.

Even at the end of that day's topic, the well-behaved girl wondered at Chengtian Bairen's surprise about the conversation's content, and she cautiously asked her:

Is it not because of this that Bai ren senior's obsession with trainers?

We must keep the name "Bai ren" as pinyin.

Confronted with the little girl's clear eyes, Bai ren couldn't think of any reason why his system was advanced.

Rather, at that time, already shaken, she lacked the confidence to firmly believe in the originally subtle conclusion.

Precisely for this reason, when Pipa Chen guang analyzed the nature of emotions for her, she could not deny that sense of confusion, and even that confusion itself had been raised by her.

Never having truly felt affection for anyone, the lone wolf who had experienced fluttering hearts, does he also regard palpitations as a kind of throbbing?

Is the spirit that yearns for a better self truly eager to challenge the fear that has accompanied him since childhood hunts, to the point that, in the gradual process of covert opposition, he comes to see each step's gain as the result of his own self-restraint?

She didn't know.

She also didn't understand.

But she wasn't so eager to figure it out right then.

No matter which possibility, there's no need to hesitate.

Because she alone understood—at that shared endpoint, no matter what kind of gain, she would have no regrets.

She had always loathed her hesitant self, and it was precisely to eradicate that self that she became so enduring, so determined to pursue a tougher, more austere image; when she earnestly hoped for that appearance from the bottom of her heart, that very image would reward her present demeanor.

So, can the present self remove that thing on her nose?

Her finger rested on the thin, cicada-wing-like sticker, and the warmth at the tip of her nose was transmitted through its smooth texture.

「……」 -> no name.

Standing at the starting point of the track, Chengtian Bairen lowered his arm again, his fingers empty.

It's not time yet… she thought.

Even though the training field was already crowded with too many people.

The news that Chengtian Bairen would run alongside Qianming the representative had already spread widely, and recalling that to this day video files still circulate showing Chengtian Bairen's running speed noticed by many keen-eyed fans, countless people eagerly awaited witnessing a miracle.

Countless spectators in Halloween costumes turned the training field into a chaotic revelry; as class time approached, many students were still rushing here.

Instead, it seemed to disturb the order somewhat.

Should we stop it? Wang Jin has already been sending messages to confirm.

At the distant student council's large window, the vice president Qicao, arms crossed, gazed at colleagues who loafed all day and were even now increasing the student council's workload, and asked the president beside him.

To the Empress, who is usually so strict she even scolds flowers, such a situation should not exist without action confirmation.

But she indeed asked that.

Gazing toward the arena, she then turned her eyes to the redwood table extending from the student council side, displaying mechanical components.

In that moment, colorful light constructed a clear, vivid image—exactly the scene on the training field: Qianming the representative was warming up, while Chengtian Bairen merely raised his arm, clenched his fist, and hung it singly before his body.

He seemed like a warrior who had resolved before battle, yet also like a hunter praying before the hunt.

"No need." Gazing at the distant Ludaofu symbol outside the window, he simply said so, shaking his head.

"Let her truly prove herself once."

Although as the head of the Symbol family he already knew the running results from the beta training field built under the Symbol family's name last night, the Ludaofu symbol also understood that legends in this world do not always appear out of nowhere.

More than that, it is necessary to build momentum and attract attention beforehand in order to reach the grandest battlefield.

For a king who has once planted a throne, this is even more true.

The only problem lies in……

"Does Qianming senior sister have no problem?"

Qicao hadn't paid much attention to the condition of that senior who retired even earlier than Ludaofu, let alone the private matter of running ability.

Now she had indeed watched a running video featuring two ultra-powered beings and a demon person; although she was confident in Bai ren's abilities, Qianming the representative—...

Has anyone seen her run a bit more formally? Even an employee fitness test would do.

Recently, the only thing that could be considered somewhat related was probably when she trained a junior named Meipu Bopang, where they seemed to have done a simple exercise—there were also snippets of such talk heard among student chatter that the Empress had listened to, and she didn't think it was enough to judge the present situation.

If one truly wanted to know, it would likely be only the president who shares a deep history with that person, and that elusive ace.

"…Wait a moment, let me ask."

"Huh?"

Whether or not it existed, Qicao had prepared to face the possible collapse or continuation of the senior's legend, but hadn't expected Ludaofu to produce a third option.

"Are you asking about the ace senior?"

She watched Ludaofu's fingers swiftly and continuously dial a string of numbers, and heard the call connect instantly.

"Come to the student council; I need your opinion."

"All right, please wait."

？ -> no name.

The male voice coming from that end sounded vaguely familiar, but compared to that, why is it a male voice?

"No matter how rough the Gechengwangpai senior is, he couldn't possibly be sinicized, could he?"

The progressive spirit brought by the advanced technology of the Holy Terra Federation ultimately still causes some austere characters to naturally harbor hesitation.

Merely, Qicao's brainstorm obviously wasn't fast enough; before a conclusion could be reached, the conclusion had already arrived on its own.

That was a mass of black mist that suddenly dispersed, and half a second later emerged a demon so over-the-top that even saying it was a Halloween costume would still seem too fake.

Also accompanying a witch in red clothes and a red hat, sitting on a floating broom.

…This really seems to be a Witchmon…

Qi Cao, regarding Digimon—those widely known data lifeforms you can encounter just by turning on a computer—has a comprehensive understanding derived from textbooks, which obviously includes the various Digital Worlds, the Digimon zones that need special mention.

But…is the Witchmon's makeup much lighter?

Has the textbook ever mentioned such a large individual difference?

She was still wondering when, suddenly, the demon transformed into the appearance of a human youth amidst the scattering light points, and that face explained the previous inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Lin Dun trainer?" she said, somewhat startled, belatedly recalling the other's background.

"Hello, Vice President of Qi Cao."

The youth, after greeting with a fist-to-chest salute, immediately looked toward Ludaofu Xiangzheng: "Qianming and Bai Ren?"

"Not bad, you've heard people say that too, right?"

"I thought it was a rumor, after all, just a few minutes ago I still saw both of them at the same time."

"Have you ever considered that they're together because of you?" Ludaofu Xiangzheng said with a beaming smile.

The youth merely furrowed his brows, answering without hesitation:

"Impossible."