Chapter 1310: NO.214: Before the Non-Cosplay Version of the Big Chazuo

NO. 214: Before the Non-Cosplay Version of the Big Chazuo

The earlier back-and-forth was still yesterday's matter; now Aomo sits on the sofa of this activity room, seeing the person in charge, who, due to his own distraction, displays an angry, frantic facial expression as a threatening demeanor, and will to some extent worry that running the competition might possibly damage one's cultivation.

Originally still a pretty girl, even if she usually wears an ill-intentioned smile, it doesn't hinder the release of her unique charm, but after a few months ago and now two competitions, the reputation has shifted from mixed to mostly positive, yet most of the positive content is inseparable from sighing over the evil facial expressions on the field; whenever seeing their words reveal a feeling of 'I just want to see this!', the trainer, Chāojí Túnshǔ Jūn, finds it hard to endure.

We can listen to how he found it hard to endure back then.

"Squeak!"

Okay, I suppose everyone with super guinea pig hearing understands how hard it was for him to endure back then.

So returning to the present, the trainer still hanging on the current champion banner of the evil faction, basically has no qualification to snap 'tnnd, how did the horse girls become like this!', after all, the fans who praise the facial expressions might find he's a component if they check the ingredients.

On ordinary days, one often sees net comments like 'What kind of trainer yields what kind of horse girl', either praising or mocking; Aomo likewise doesn't ponder the worldly norms of 'love the house and its crow' and 'hate one person and hate everything related to them'.

Just half an hour ago, Aomo the trainer furtively took out an antidote, drank a sip to escape the guinea pig state, merely wanting to hold onto this temporary normalcy, and to be as composed as possible for a little while.

Otherwise, later on the opponent might hand over a round-bottom flask, and who knows— that strange-colored solution might turn oneself into something else again.

But as long as it doesn't hinder thought, he won't dwell on it too much.

Compared to yesterday's baseless, excuse-making 'extortion', today he's bringing over three soon-to-graduate and already-graduated college horse girl seniors to actually make up for the gap among his female subordinates.

Although it's not a decision that must be completed immediately, it's still an abrupt insertion into the team; although these named horse girls are essentially 'completed', they don't require much attention to training issues, but rather entail more hassle in various procedures and processes, yet the time cost is likewise something that cannot be ignored.

You know, what Aomo currently lacks most is time.

Four horse girls, a fourfold training schedule— the very act of prematurely undertaking challenges that only a senior trainer could face is undoubtedly a mentally taxing endeavor; in this situation everyone knows no additional burden should be added, yet this scene still indeed occurred.

Rather than saying it's because of Sirius symbolizing exposure and encouragement, it's more like someone doesn't want to just end it like this.

Nobody wants to end it like this!

The chance to let their former appearances reappear might be just this once in a lifetime; for them themselves, and for Aomo Lindun as a fan, it's simply impossible to let go.

In the past, Aomo could still rely on the habit of not judging when specifics are unclear to passively get by; now, after being directly exposed and proven by Sirius, he has no reason to hesitate any longer.

It's not that there's no possibility of burden; he's given this considerable thought, intending to explain to his four female subordinates, at least letting them understand that the addition of these three won't interfere with their training process nor squeeze out their training time.

On the contrary, the three seniors might need to make concessions to their training plan for the juniors.

This matter of priority must ultimately be sorted out.

Regardless, as a trainer bearing burdens, in this situation one naturally occupies the moral high ground, and understands that balancing water is not merely pursuing superficial equality.

Because this is not a weighing problem, nor even a math problem.

It is a psychological problem, a problem specializing in the interpersonal relations domain.

In this problem, the key to balance lies not in equality of treatment, but in balance based on mutual perception.

Balance from a third-party perspective is meaningless; mutual recognition is the key.

This is like a competitive game that cannot give each role complete balance; complete balance would only destroy the characters' traits, and a game that obsessively pursues this path would die rigidly, whereas allowing players who like that role and opposing players to be relatively satisfied— even if that relative satisfaction is actually shaky— lasts longer than the former.

At such a time, even if he were to be accused of being a crafty trainer who schemes and shows off his tricks, he must still make use of the two-and-a-half (counting Sirius as half) idols' hearts, which inevitably contain a certain portion of emotion.

The guilt of poaching personnel as a trainer, which might hinder junior training, would also impose a heavy sense of culpability on the trainer— even if someone's heart harbors little of this emotion, at least having some is enough.

After apologizing, it's settled; the trainer returning to the moral high ground has ample opportunity and skill to CPU—not, to PUA—not, to balance the scale of mutual training treatment.

This is also Aomo Lindun the trainer's struggle to survive.

It's true.

Speaking seriously, if one doesn't pull off these little maneuvers and tricks, a normally planned workload would at most last a week before being sent to the city hospital.

Even if he could summon Miss Dazhenhan to give him daily mental tuning, and use the classic 'three hours of efficient sleep equals a day' to treat the production team as a donkey, that donkey wouldn't hold up either.

So, the crisis-aware Aomo Lindun already has a rough framework in mind, waiting to present it before all parties involved, after which everyone can discuss and refine it to mutual satisfaction—

—provided that these people will listen.

As everyone knows, when women lose their temper, what they truly want to hear is never your explanation, but your attention.

Even if you might think that being willing to explain is your form of attention, they clearly do not see it that way.

The present 'judgment court' is exactly such a state.

Although it's feigned willfulness, some also overdo their earnest performance; we won't dwell on how much of that act is genuine, but when Aomo is not only 'contemptuous of the court's authority' but also exposes his divided attention through sudden self-talk—in other words, he's not focused on the present moment!

The perpetual sharp-tongued spokesperson in Lindun the trainer's team.

Always able to stand in, whether accustomed to gentleness or to saving face, and when sometimes angry yet constrained by image, reluctant to say much, the teammates express direct emotions; as the team's black face, giving everyone a skylight to force a small window, Miss Ailisuzhi has indeed brought forth a new bottle of medicine.

"Let me first confirm, this thing doesn't affect thinking, right?"

Before drinking the medicine, wanting to struggle a bit to prove he's not Dalang.

"Ha? Even at this point you still seem unaware of your own mistake?" Ailisuzhi, as if laughing from anger, gives a half-smile.

But in Aomo's eyes, that smile is precisely evidence that she hasn't truly gotten angry.

"Precisely because I've realized it, I want to make amends for the present, and there's also another matter involving the dangerous object from the two matches' assaults; for this I must ensure my mind remains like a high-end, stable instrument."

"Ha, classic topic diversion, guinea pig kid— you should know this trick no longer works now."

"I don't deny diverting the topic, but perhaps the problem won't disappear just because you ignore it."

"The same words can be told to you, too— hurry up and drink it, it won't affect thinking!"

"You previously only needed to answer that last sentence."

"Then how could everyone hear you admit that you're diverting the topic?"

"Not bad! Very smart— if it weren't used against me, it'd be even better; surely nobody wants to see horse girls and trainers scheming against each other."

Taking the tube whose color is black like coffee, Aomo gently shook it and said: "May I ask what the intended effect was at the design stage?"

"Increase source energy sensitivity, and further assist the learning efficiency of the three goddesses' skills."

"Oh… hearing that, it actually is exactly what I need right now."

Glancing at the witch beast's screen that no longer displays when busy, Aomo indeed needs a more precise paranormal manifestation.

Although this could actually let the tea seat help improve efficiency.

"Then you hurry up and drink it— yes, not a drop left, don't smack your lips, say some actual impressions!"

My head feels a little itchy, like I'm about to grow a brain.

"... maybe it's the opposite, the brain's nutrients are being siphoned off by something else," Ailisuzhi, who had been holding a tablet ready to record as she approached, subtly took half a step back, "Do you feel your abilities have weakened?"

"No, on the contrary, the shared perspective adjustment of the Eye Q has indeed become a bit easier," Aomo, focusing his attention on that enormous single-eye view, found the leap from 30 to 90 frames already made him unwilling to pull away immediately, "What's wrong? Does my appearance look bad?"

"Mm... it hasn't gotten that bad yet," Ailisuzhi watched Aizhi, who had come over nearby, curiously reaching out at the slightly swaying dark mass, and subconsciously touched the shoulder-length hair on one side of her cheek, "Just need to ask if there's anyone at school skilled at cutting hair."