Chapter 1305: NO．209：Sirius, an overly talkative mouthpiece

NO．209：Sirius, an overly talkative mouthpiece

A. An ordinary greeting. ←

B. Getting straight to the point. ←

C. Branching off from the previous greeting. ←

D. Go to the bathroom first←

The high school division's horse girls were singing and dancing on stage, blocking the low-key trainers of the retired horse girls and the retired group.

In such a stark contrast, where each should have its own spotlight in the picture, you really can't say this isn't done with strong intent.

And as one of the parties involved, Lindun's trainer couldn't maintain his usual dull demeanor according to the bystander's logic.

After all, he was never a dull person to begin with.

He simply exercises extra caution toward things he hasn't experienced, and when facing famous horse girls with fan filters, he subconsciously becomes reserved and passive.

But he is also a person who respects facts.

Faced with the twists and turns of the Sirius Symbol, he couldn't say he was forced to confront the facts, because in those rose-red pupils he saw his own displeased self.

It was not a startled realization, nor a joyful surprise, but rather unpleasant.

So at that moment, the Sirius Symbol smiled smugly.

Pleased with himself for piercing the mist crafted by Aomo Lindun, and pleased that he had never guessed wrong about this opposing stance from the start.

A decent retaliation requires the opponent to give a composed final response, while a successful retaliation undoubtedly leaves the opponent resisting yet unable to refuse.

When the free-spirited Qianming representative and the hungry-wolf-like Chengtian Bai Ren both clung to their proud or stubborn silence, that hateful star of lies and expedients, the Swift Strike, even if inarticulate and rough in style, was enough, with its -1.46 magnitude, to pierce that not-so-thick mist.

All of this may seem like a coincidence at first glance, but upon closer thought it is none other than her—the woman known as the Sirius Symbol always stands at the forefront of the charge, just as stars initially provide the most guidance, and like the Sirius Symbol's inherent meaning of invasion.

Even now, she still appears here, last in the trio, yet she displays an unparalleled presence.

——She is the conductor.

Although hard to accept, this is the conclusion Aomo drew from his brief observation of just a few seconds.

At first sight, Chengtian Bai Ren and the Qianming representative each felt pressure, and their small gestures actually revealed a divergence from their current intentions.

Unwilling, even uneasy.

"Neglecting the rear while protecting the front" is a saying from Dongyan's novel *Lin Hai Xue Yuan*, easily describing a botched job, but when applied to horse girls it can be a double entendre between reality and abstraction.

Ears and tails are traits that can show equine emotions; this most outward biological trait is perfectly inherited by horse girls, and although it can be controlled through training, it obviously isn't part of their standard training.

Moreover, training results vary—some can ingrain it into instinct, while others only keep it superficial, causing a stronger rebound when their condition worsens.

So thorough that Aomo began to suspect it was a trap—so extravagant, it might even be a clumsy act.

Regardless of truth or falsehood, the timing these three chose to meet now is just as coincidental, so coincidental that yesterday's worries can be left behind, and now we only need to think about how to face it.

This brings us back to the original options.

A, C, and D are all styles he would casually choose in the past without surprise, and the three options could even be combined into a smooth escape combo.

But……

"Wait a moment."

He said, letting the lingering black qi rise from his feet and envelop him, turning into an instant black-and-white figure, with a slash of V-type blue light cutting across—a cosmic gentleman—only to revert in the next second to the familiar human youth everyone knows.

Monster Card. Alien Mefilas

【Disguised Human】

A disguise upon a disguise, yet it became a genuine display of sincerity; that 'youth' raised his hand during those few seconds of switching, and a light swipe of his finger produced a momentary silent background sound.

Without a doubt, the one-way soundproofing life trick has been completed.

"..."

"... So the situation really turned out like this, huh?"

Compared to the silent Bai Ren, Qianming showed a moment of astonishment and managed a somewhat forced smile.

This made her, who had casually greeted just seconds ago, feel as if she had been time-traveled.

By comparison, Chengtian Bai Ren still retains a hint of his usual 'silent expert' demeanor, provided you don't look at her ears, which are drooped as low as they can go.

Even if the Sirius Symbol were to display all her talent, forcing two true bereaved soldiers to step forward would still make people doubt she misunderstood the anecdote of the bereaved always prevailing.

In response, she acted nonchalantly, slinging Qianming's neck into the crook of her arm—more like a ruffian than a talent.

"Heh~ very professional, shouldn't you two also look a bit professional?" She even wanted to tug Bai Ren to mimic a bro's head-to-head pose, but he stepped back half a step and avoided it, leaving her only able to glance left and right, saying, "I can count myself as sacrificing myself to give you two a legitimate reason to act."

"I think the 'being forced' stance doesn't count as a legitimate reason."

Although he still harbored hesitation, seeing the two no longer as they used to be, Aomo couldn't help but direct a sarcastic remark at the Sirius Symbol.

It's obvious that the awkward entanglement of this meeting isn't just Aomo's.

Chengtian Bai Ren and the Qianming representative each have their own hesitations, which is understandable, since ultimately this is meaningless.

Self-centered expectations, self-centered disappointments, self-centered anger—these are meaningless, even childish.

After all, something never mentioned, merely hoping the other will intuit and understand, usually only appears in lovers' mutual testing.

Even in a romantic relationship, such silent testing is not commendable; only true mutual understanding can turn it into a part of intimacy.

Such willfulness shouldn't appear here, even if that willfulness harbors a yearning to run and a dedication to life; its core drive remains willfulness.

Even willfulness based on affection doesn't justify it.

She gazed at the packed audience seats, then at the stage still shaped by lights for the performance. Idols on stage always face the audience, as if looking at you, but whether Qianming representative or Chengtian Bai Ren, both have walked, run, and jumped on larger stages.

Looking down from the stage, it's mostly a sea of darkness; although one can make out some audience members in the brief flashes of light, they're hardly remembered.

And when she occasionally sits or stands in the audience, looking up at the stage, she doesn't expect the stage idol to give her any particular feedback.

She thinks one shouldn't demand that of the other.

And that person, who always swallows his worries and hesitations, had long ago resolved to run his own course; even if it's because of him, he wouldn't reveal his feelings in front of him, and so here he feels as if sitting on pins and needles, his mind filled with why he is here.

Why did I get hot-headed and follow those words here?

Have I become weak?

Perhaps being weak once in a while isn't wrong… She recalled that she had once been lenient toward juniors, lenient toward the sister who had poured out bitter complaints to her, but she herself didn't want to do that.

Just like Qianming, who also didn't want to act childish in such a place.

But…

"Horse girls are all creatures loyal to desire; you cannot completely suppress the yearning deep in their hearts."

Releasing her hand, she instead placed the Sirius symbol on both people's shoulders, always maintaining a female hooligan's demeanor, and her words were the same, leaving the three present unable to tell whether their usual judgment of her was somewhat biased.

Or perhaps this is what she considers her coolest, most beautiful appearance?

Although unknown, but setting aside these prejudices based on visual effect, her words indeed make it hard to refute.

"What I have created is naturally a just cause; they can completely extract themselves, letting me bear all the blame while saying what they want— isn't that enough justification?"

"Aomo Lindun, you used to always find various excuses to shut yourself up—didn't you ever think of someone forcibly dragging you, wanting you to be able to speak irresponsibly and casually, a relaxed justification?"

"... After three days apart, even Miss Sirius can say such words," looking at that girl, proud and somewhat overbearing, sharp yet with some method, Aomo indeed felt a long-lost glimpse of her true nature.

Upon reflection, when I once saw her appear on the screen of the Derby champion, she also had such spirited vigor.

"I thought that previous conversation was already the sum of your lifelong learning."

"Ha, I used to just be too lazy to say so much; if you want to hear more, I can still show you, but before that, shouldn't you have something more important to say?"

"... Indeed."

Not lingering his gaze on that pair of proud rose-red eyes too long, the youth without a trainer's badge on his chest turned his eyes to meet the blue and gold gaze, but suddenly felt a bit dazed.

Really dazzling…