Chapter 1286: NO.190: PR assistant has already resigned! (Silver Alliance 9/10)

NO. 190: PR assistant has already resigned! (Silver Alliance 9/10)

Regardless, the end of November is doomed to be unpleasant.

No matter what news is used to shift focus, the vicious assault case of the Jidong Cup remains an unavoidable topic; although the actual casualties weren't caused by monsters but by some people who took advantage of the chaos to commit pleasurable crimes, using it as gossip, people don't care about this.

They only question the Jidong Cup's security system, question the degree of importance the organizing association and Jiemen District place on the Jidong Cup as hosts, then a wave of controversy over insufficient transparency in handling the case, and the fact that the winner's stage segment, as per ancestral law, was temporarily cut off.

"This has already been made up for! And why is a complaint about this mess ending up on my desk! I've had enough! I'm the Inquiry Committee, not the regulatory department!"

"Perhaps it's because everyone thinks the Inquiry Committee is like that, able to handle many questions."

Holding a coffee, stirring with a spoon, the youth on the sofa spoke leisurely.

Although his own work wasn't fully settled, watching others busy to death during the waiting period was nevertheless a kind of enjoyment.

Aomo Lindun, well-versed in this bad taste, warmly welcomed Zhouri Ningjing, who hadn't been seen in a long time and came just to take out the trash.

"Hah? The Inquiry Committee isn't a trash can!! It's been 612 years, and still someone doesn't understand departmental duties!!"

"An indignant accuser will appear no matter the year," the youth sipping coffee implied, "and I guess this is indeed within the Inquiry Committee's handling scope."

"Handling one or two items a day!"

With a thud, Miss SS, palms planted on the table, glared at Aomo.

"Can't be any more!"

"You should say that to your superior."

By then, Aomo felt the coffee's richness was sufficient; any more would be overkill, so he set down his cup, brought up his terminal screen, and smoothly navigated to the Umastagram page.

"I'm just a newbie trainer."

"Huh? The association's heavily promoted newbie trainer?"

Miss SS's sarcastic tone was almost overflowing.

Aomo merely remained still, scrolling through the social forum's follow list dynamics: "Will welcome the true debut battle of the horse girl in ten days, OK?"

"Besides, I also rejected the association's offered conditions; please clarify this, don't be sour."

"Who the hell is sour!" someone snapped angrily, "You rejected them and they still gave you popularity?"

"'Refusing but not being able to completely refuse~' Ailisuzhi, who was intently watching the operation terminal and detailing parameter changes, answered for the trainer: 'Does Zhouri Ningjing committee not even understand such worldly wisdom?'"

"Who the hell cares."

"No wonder you've always just been a marginal department committee member."

"I just don't want to get promoted myself!"

"You weren't saying that when you worked overtime." Aomo suddenly interjected, completely shutting down Zhouri Ningjing's stubbornness.

It also plunged the entire activity room into brief silence.

Then——

"You damn couple, ahhhhh!"

The furious, pitch-black Sunday intended to resort to violence, but was blocked by the Nature God's big hand pressing on his head, while that god, without lifting his head, used his other hand to scroll the screen.

"Did you hear that? The footsteps of Chazuo, oh, you can't hear them, the soundproof door is still quite effective for you."

"... I'm going to kill you right now!"

Gritting his teeth, his action was to quickly shrink back; Zhouri Ningjing, sitting beside the sofa where Chazuo usually sits, waited until the pulling door sounded before turning his head.

"Chazuo, this trainer is about to make me die of anger."

"I don't think this is my problem," Aomo said, briefly raising his hands in an innocent gesture, albeit rather perfunctorily, as he turned his head to look at Chazuo sitting diagonally opposite with Aimu Zhiji, "Anything going on?"

Starting next month, the debut battle—though said so, actually just a few days later, the few people of Chazuo not only need to finalize procedures at the racetrack, but also need to conduct related registration at school, mainly in the student council.

This can be completed by the horse girls themselves, but due to various reasons, a trainer usually accompanies them.

Aomo also intended to follow tradition, but a General Affairs Committee member working in the student council volunteered, and the person concerned also wished for that.

Displaying one's abilities is an indispensable part of personal growth, and for Jidong people who especially value others' recognition, it is even more important.

Aomo, unwilling to deprive such an opportunity, got as a return the nagging of a resentful spirit.

This was Zhouri Ningjing's closest encounter with a resentful spirit, but Aomo could understand, after all the Jidong Cup matter is such a big deal.

Not only Zhouri Ningjing, but even Miss JunChuan is a bit busier than usual.

For the well-known Tresen Ironman legend, what does being a bit busier than usual mean?

That is the concept of spirit gradually dissipating, composure gradually distorting, even makeup unable to hide eye circles and dry skin.

No special observation needed; plenty of trainers and horse girls urged her to rest properly, and a certain Miss Marzen even wanted to forcibly drag her to a bar for a drink, obviously intending to cure her old friend's fatigue with alcohol and fainting.

That might be correct.

Even if work isn't fully settled, the body is still most important.

But Aomo knows that Miss JunChuan values work content more than herself; compared to bodily issues, unfinished tasks torment her more.

So when he heard Marzen's complaint from the Qianming he happened to meet in the morning, he just gave a helpless smile.

The harder the times, the more one can see a person's true nature; even Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Miyoshi, the chairman, in endless meetings became listless, unable to show any of his usual wilfulness, and you can tell that JunChuan JiangSheng, Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Miyoshi, Ludaofu Xiangzheng are all of the same ilk.

Then you can see, when everyone is swamped at the end of November, through Aomo Lindun's leisurely slacking off, you can judge that this person is a badass.

Then look at his account on any website, with red dots that never finish clicking; opening a standalone app reveals one contract and plan after another, and you'll realize some people only appear leisurely.

In reality, he already has one foot in the coffin.

And superficial people simply can't see this.

Superficial people only see that you don't have death spots on your face, think you're living too well, and try to pressure you: "Recently even the posts blackening you have become fewer; who will fill this missing fun for me?"

"Friend…!"

Fortunately, there's only one superficial person, and the one who can restrain her is nearby; a slightly heavier tone can make her bury herself underground.

"Quite smooth."

Although they hadn't come into contact with the truth, they also felt that these two were like sisters, Aimu Zhiji had no intention of commenting on that interaction, merely answering on behalf of Chazuo.

It's also just a registration that only requires signing; at most you need to fill in our and your phone number and email address.

But to be honest...

What?

Including everyone in the student council back then, we all doubt whether your phone number and email address can actually work as intended...

Ah... it's hard to deny...