Chapter 1162: NO.66: All Looks Fine, But Hearts Are Apart

NO. 66: All Looks Fine, But Hearts Are Apart

Hey, you don't need to mind those words; being able to run like this is still pretty fun, or maybe Sister Mali is being too serious.

Not sure, but I probably shouldn't do intense exercise for a few days, right?

After a few minutes, saying goodbye to the angry nurse, the patient cheerfully said as if nothing was wrong, making the friend beside him look at him unhappily.

Ermm, probably?

Well, one thing's for sure—this is your foot, right!" Ludaofu was somewhat amused and exasperated, even a bit laughing in anger.

Meanwhile, the young man beside her looked at the wheelchair beneath this person.

Facing a patient who had been running with blood-soaked feet earlier, the nurse's departure had its own reason.

The feet that had been wrapped up like a mummy before had now had the bandages removed, revealing feet that at first glance seemed to have recovered to their original state.

But there were several layers of medicated patches replacing them, as well as this foldable smart wheelchair.

This was lent to her by a doctor who had only come by once midway, as a means of transport.

Although the infirmary's warehouse still had a three-digit stock, and its own smart system was constantly linked to the network, synchronizing positions, the doctor still had her scan a code to write an IOU.

And he stared at her as she completed the direct connection of the smart wristband, to ensure she must ride this thing when going out.

In other words, it's a ban on moving about recklessly.

Want to go back and lie down for a while?

Although I was somewhat puzzled as to why the Gechengwangpai side was so quiet, seeing Qianming's representative already seated in the wheelchair, eager to try leaving the infirmary, Aomo didn't forget to turn his head and look at Bai Ren, who theoretically should still be asleep.

But see, the other party was just waking up leisurely; it's hard to say it wasn't disturbed by the noise from Qianming's side.

I...

Thirteen minutes," Aomo said calmly, slightly lowering his voice to meet the other's somewhat dazed gaze, "You were unconscious for thirteen minutes; during that time the doctor also checked your legs, which isn't as serious as Qianming's case, so you can try moving a bit.

That's nice; I also wish I were a few years younger.

You talk as if you're old, but you're only 26, right?" Ludaofu was somewhat speechless.

At 26, just trying to run a bit would turn you into this! But you should be fine, right, Luduo?

You'd better let it go.

Qianming tried to lift her legs, but Ludaofu hurriedly advised her to put them down; beside them, Gechengwangpai watched the scene, still silent, still quiet.

This reaction made Aomo a bit concerned, but before he could look into it, Bai Ren's eyes on the sickbed quickly gained focus, and his whole motion of sitting up became stiff.

Thirteen, minutes? Then Qianming...

?

As soon as he spoke, it was just concern that Qianming was probably fine.

Even the stiffness and tension could be understood as embarrassment from injuring a senior while running.

But… is Narita Bai Ren really that kind of girl?

After Brother Wangpai's silence, a second point worth noting appeared, but it was hard to confirm, because Bai Ren, looking at Qianming, had already opened her mouth to smile: 'It's fine, it's fine; good that you're awake, let's all go out for some fresh air!'

Just right; at this time most students should be in class. Ludaofu also responded.

This brought the conversation atmosphere back to a deliberately light and cheerful tone.

Everyone tacitly overlooked the heaviness from just a few minutes ago.

Although the problem is at hand, not every issue needs to be laid out in the open, nor does every wound need to be thoroughly ripped open and dealt with.

For some long-standing, already accustomed pains, what others should do is instead make space, make time, and let it heal on its own.

But honestly, to create such a situation actually requires a bit of emotional intelligence.

And neither Gechengwangpai nor Narita Bai Ren seems like the type that can empathize with people's hearts down to the finest detail.

Thus, when such an atmosphere truly appears, it means that among those present who have things on their mind, there are conservatively three.

Or even four?

He unconsciously glanced at Ludaofu Xiangzheng, who was chatting with the wheelchair-bound Qianming about the topic 'fallen leaves by the roadside'; this emperor had not yet shown any particular details, but considering the other's education already possessed the accomplishments of 'revealing' and 'concealing,' all of this remains unknown.

But no matter what, he had no intention of staying any longer in this team composed of four older women who have pushed 【something】.

Four-way split idols, of which three are also a combination often seen in fan creations.

In this side-by-side situation, with the farthest distance less than a meter and the closest only a foot, Aomo could still calm himself to sense these people's thoughts, which amounted to trying his best to downplay his fan side and switch to his trainer identity.

However, even as a trainer, facing these several famous horse girls, it's equally hard to chat and laugh naturally.

People like Nishizaki Yutaka, who are equally successful in the trainer world, are naturally few; in fact, among the negative reviews of Aomo among his peers, there is a part that's hard to ignore, stemming from his interactions with many horse girls.

How dare they let a Triple Crown king train his horse girls in place of himself!

For a moment, one doesn't know whether to be angry or jealous, but in any case it will all turn into the same aggressive urge.

And Aomo himself, when switching to the trainer identity, also couldn't be said to have a mind as still as water.

So at this point, he straightforwardly proposed to leave—don't forget that Suzi and Bopan are still waiting at the swimming pool; Aomo's professional and personal ethics don't really allow letting others wait for him too long.

Then——Ludaofu naturally proposed to accompany him.

With the excuse 'just right, it's been a long time since I last visited my future teammates,' which was somewhat far-fetched, Aomo received two somewhat sharp glances.

Probably... not an illusion?

Is it resentment of the house and the crow, or what…… Lindon the trainer is temporarily kept in the dark, merely responding with some hesitation.

No matter how you say it, becoming that person's trainer next year is a decided matter; before then, providing cover for his subordinate horse girls is always fine, and besides, Aomo can also understand Ludaofu's desire to leave.

After all, in the infirmary's heavy atmosphere, the one who kept silent the most was her.

Why Qianming's representative would run to that extent, why she would spare no effort—such questions could be used to test passersby, but within this five-person circle, nobody doesn't know the reason.

Afterwards, this tacit understanding both gave Qianming dignity and also provided convenience for oneself.

She, who really isn't good at facing such a scene, when the sole outsider herself leaves, will also realize how terrifying it is to have Narita Bai Ren and Gechengwangpai—those blunt, speak‑their‑mind people—beside her and Qianming.

Wanting to run is also not blameworthy.

"Ah, then you all go, I'll just go for a walk with Bai Ren~" It seems she has no intention of dying in an explosion, which is also natural enough; evidently, the Qianming representative still has her own composure, she merely smiled and waved her hand.

Bai Ren, who had drawn a startled glance upon being called by name, immediately looked toward Aomo, then turned her gaze back to Qianming.

Huh? Miss Bai Ren seems quite out of sorts? Clearly, when she was running earlier, she was still full of vigor, almost catching up to Qianming, who had been painstakingly maintaining her condition with obvious effort earlier than her.

But what does this count as now?

Aomo looked at her; as the other party withdrew their gaze, the black slit in her red eyes narrowed like a snake's, becoming almost a single line.

Strange, but no matter how strange it is, it should be put off until later.

At that moment, he only wanted to run away, but he didn't expect that there would be a third person chiming in:

"Oh dear, seeing you all run, I also want to go try if I can warm up with a run, so I'll go too~"

The unexpected speaker was none other than Gechengwangpai, who had previously appeared as a barrier in Aomo's telepathy, as if conversing with another entity.