Chapter 1178: NO．82：In short, it's a win！

NO．82：In short, it's a win！

「Tunshu Jun~」

「What's the matter? 」

「Don't you find it annoying? 」

「……」

Having turned his head back from the data calculations on the screen, Aomo glanced at the students lingering at the edge of the training field in the distance.

The importance of the training field to horse girls is beyond doubt; you could even say that the facility they come into contact with most in their school life is the training field.

Because each trainer's training style and method will differ, the use of places such as gyms, swimming pools, card rooms, dojos, and tea rooms is not necessarily required.

Even if one honestly follows the mainstream and chooses these fields, there will still be a tendency to show differences in emphasis depending on each horse girl's cultivation path.

But only running.

Only running is the core unrelated to training methods, and it cannot be optimized away no matter what.

No matter what kind of horse girl, they are all familiar with the scenery of the training field, but that doesn't mean they like it here.

Liking running is one thing, liking training is another.

This difference is precisely the gulf between interest and work.

Of course, this circle has always had many horse girls who can perfectly combine interest and work, and they are usually the outstanding ones of their cohort, but such students are of course few.

Horse girls like Bopang and Aizhi who would love to spend all their time on training are always a minority.

More horse girls are like Suzi, who will touch if they can.

So when so many classmates appear in the training field's spectator seats and side walkways, and one can even see many middle-school department identity traits from the changes in the badges on their school uniforms, even the dullest person can sense something abnormal.

But……

"What does it matter? Anyway, they're all here for Bairen." Aomo said, turning his head to look not far away.

There, the two black-haired horse girls, one large and one small, who had each just run a lap, were holding water bottles and chatting; one of them was Narita Bairen.

The other naturally is Mancheng Chazuo.

Since the first official race, she has been receiving guidance from Bairen; considering Zhouri Ningjing's reaction and Narita Bairen's degree of casualness, it's not quite a master-disciple relationship, but saying they are a teacher-student pair is fine.

But right now, it's not Chazuo receiving guidance from Bairen; rather, Chazuo and Suzi happened to bump into Bairen continuing his rehabilitation training during their daily training.

That's right; in terms of who arrived first at the training field, Bairen was indeed the earliest.

Also, when Aomo and the others arrived, there were already some scattered spectators at the edge of the training field; now it can only be said that they keep increasing, to the point where even Suzi feels unhappy.

"Are you sure they're all here for that Narita Bairen?" Suzi, who had reread a certain set of words, turned her head and glanced at the gazes directed at her, "I think I saw a few familiar faces."

"Familiar faces?"

"Like the guinea pigs I've seen before."

"First, let me confirm: the so-called guinea pig is merely your target, not something you've experimented on, right?"

"What do you say?"

"Then I can only say it's karmic retribution," the trainer sighed, regarding the subtle moral standard of the horse girl they're responsible for, "Getting benefits through deception always comes with a cost."

This inevitably made Suzi click her tongue and say: "The student council back then already settled it for them."

"Perhaps the official arbitration's result didn't truly satisfy the victims."

"Hey hey, which side are you actually on?" Suzi, who walked up to Aomo's side, angrily poked his chest, "Trainer-kun? You're my assigned trainer, right?"

"Just speaking objectively, I'm naturally your assigned trainer." He lightly pushed, tilting his unfriendly finger, Trainer Lin Dun turned his head to look at the sixth student who came over with a bouquet to find Bairen.

"The sixth" refers only to the sixth person seen after everyone arrived here.

As for how many they missed before this, it should be no fewer than that.

Now, on Umastagram's topic push, Narita Bairen has been called the 'inspirational comeback Triple Crown King,' and support is naturally indispensable.

What's more, Narita Bairen may not be a hot topic at school, but every Valentine's Day the shoe locker is always filled with love letters, telling you the true high-density lesbianism unique to girls' schools.

Thus, it's not hard to understand why there are so many spectators at the training field.

The current Narita Bairen is indeed a 'hot figure of the moment'; no matter where he appears on campus, he will draw a crowd of onlookers who come to peek and watch.

"Standing next to a big shot naturally brings this trouble, and besides, you've left a deep impression on those victims, so they naturally can't help but pay attention to you."

Aomo turned his head back and looked again at Suzi: "You've actually stepped onto the racecourse and won a victory, so don't say you haven't gotten used to the various gazes in the stands."

"That's not the same thing," Suzi said, shaking off the sleeve of the white coat she'd put on, "It's not the racecourse now."

"It's just training; why should I accept being stared at by those eyes?"

"Perhaps it's because you're Chazuo's teammate, and Chazuo is currently talking to Bairen."

In the time it took to exchange a few words, the flower-giving encouragement over there had already ended.

Obviously forcing herself, the little girl had already blushed and fled far away after shouting a few words, leaving Bairen turning his head to face Chazuo, engaging in a brief exchange that truly resembled some kind of teacher-student dialogue.

"Heh, not mentioning yourself, I heard from Chazuo that the reason she's so familiar with Narita Bairen is because you passed along a message and gave contact information."

"That's just a small bit of help; helping horse girls relieve their worries is also part of a trainer's job."

"What about my worries?"

"That makes sense," Aomo said, turning his head back with a stern face, "Then I'll call Miss Jun Chuan to have her drive away those little girls interfering with others' training."

"... Never mind, calling that woman might just mean she's watching from the side."

Even though the moral standard is subtle, Ailisuzhi, who usually thinks her conduct is fine, still has some people in this school who want to detour, and it should be emphasized that detouring is not out of fear but simply because it's a hassle.

Or perhaps it's that she can't bring herself to feel dislike toward that senior in that regard.

As a researcher who early on discovered her leg weakness and could better predict the future of stepping onto the track, Ailisuzhi is precisely to avoid walking the same path, and has never set foot on the racecourse.

Until she met an utterly arrogant demon.

Her initial goal's desire was stirred, as was her desire to chase victory.

In that research where even the trainer doesn't know what he's constantly pondering, she often prepares to deal with that hidden danger, but meanwhile there is also an off-field aspect that cannot be ignored.

Outside the training and competition Saichang, her attention to the women around the trainer was far more professional and dedicated than that of the legendary small fry Miss Xintiao Qian.

Making use of her status as a student and the advantage of being in charge of the horse girls, she could easily draw out some daily life experiences and interpersonal connections from the trainer.

Let alone mention interpersonal relationships on campus.

Miss Ailisuzhi, well-versed in deception and fraud, knows that everyone's acceptance threshold differs, so making use of her own 'persona' is also very important.

Willful people do willful things; a willful horse girl can willfully follow the trainer around everywhere to wander.

When the trainer's possessive desire, which had nowhere to be placed regarding the little girl, is reactivated, the little girl, however, in a very rational and systematic way, records numerous events the trainer experienced on campus, making it convenient to look back for analysis and confirmation.

It is precisely having such 'professional' operation that one can become Miss Xintiao Qian's Doraemon A-speed, have room to distinguish friend from foe, and allow someone like the awkward Aimu Zhiji to join oneself.

One can also be wary of the green-clad secretary, and then put on a look of disdain when the brown-haired and black-haired seniors appear.

Of course, the brown-haired senior, who is free-spirited yet has a strict work schedule, is not present now, but the black-haired senior, who seems to have an extreme aesthetic, is still pretending nothing is wrong.

Just like a wolf suppressing its appetite in front of a rabbit, constantly trying to act normal, she finds it hard not to pay extra attention.

In this situation, if another green-clad senior who is constantly on the key watchlist were brought over, it would be worse than being stared at by a bunch of annoying people.

She is nothing like that office's 'who took on the duty of defending another battlefield, but ended up guarding nothing, causing whatever orders, whatever millet, whatever xi to appear in rotation, and even failing to drive away the badgers' insignificant general.

Ailisuzhi has always been devoted to making use of willfulness and that possessive label, practicing a kind of micro-manipulation technique that is indeed quite possessive in meaning, adjusting the number of 'dangerous women' around the trainer.

However, an overly focused single-defense woman often has the trainer's attention, which should be directed at herself and others, snatched away by men.

Just like now, after she had just lifted the crisis that would bring JunChuan JiangSheng over, the hurried footsteps that made several people here turn their heads announced the arrival of Chao Cang Lu.

«Lin-dun san——! I'm very sorry, but I need your assistance! »

«Again? Do you think I'm the protagonist in an RPG game who unclogs toilets for free? »

«Uh…… I will give remuneration…»

«The point is not the front but the back, toilet, toilet, what is it this time? Please summarize in twenty characters, we need to retrain here. »

«That's what they say, but since you've asked, it's likely going to be taken care of, right? »

Ailisuzhi had nothing to say in her heart, and also didn't know whether to say she succeeded or failed in this situation.