Chapter 1392: with translation of chapter title

No. 8: But your disciple finds Earth language harder to understand.

'Aomo, isn't that a bit backwards?'

The activity room half an hour later.

After seeing off Xizi Feng and Weiguang Feiju, Aomo borrowed the test bench to wash the cups they had used, while Sai Luo remained seated on the sofa, holding his handheld device and watching the large‑screen game projected in midair, but he wasn't very focused when he spoke.

'Maybe.'

After stuffing the two cups into the sterilizing compartment, Aomo wiped his hands and said, 'But given that he's only about thirty years old and is a well‑known trainer with strict image management, having such an emotional history is hardly surprising.'

'I'm not talking about his ex‑girlfriend; I'm talking about his problem with Weiguang Feiju,' Sai Luo glanced up, saw nothing and let it be, then asked, 'How can the trainer be discussing the Carrot Hero's opposing forces while the Carrot Hero's transformer is worrying about trivial matters—isn't that backwards?'

'What do you mean backwards?'

Aomo took a copy of Monster Geography Atlas from the shelf, walked over to Sai Luo, sat down beside him, and set the book down.

Next, he lifted two 40‑kg metal dumbbells, one in each hand, while his dark‑magic claw, with its painful‑looking fingernail tips, gripped the book and turned the pages, showing off the precision of his magical control.

When he's too busy to follow a proper workout routine, he comes up with this flashy, multithreaded parallel training.

Occasionally, his unconventional busyness includes things like nonstop, intense socializing day and night.

Whether measured by amount of exercise or muscle groups engaged, this counts as unconventional fitness, and in such situations Aomo doesn't insist on sticking to a formal training regimen.

'Even superheroes debate whether to put body powder inside their combat suits, and team heroes can question whether their arm guards can be made a bit larger; having gained weight and feeling a bit tight, plus feeling uncertain about the future, is completely normal.'

'Uncertainty about the future… isn't that just wanting to protest? Wanting to prove you can fight, yet afraid of causing trouble for everyone—is that an illusion? I always feel that Earth people are like this.'

'That's because you're always staying in places related to the Far East and Japanese culture,' Aomo said calmly as he sat on the opposite sofa.

'That's not an illusion.'

'It sounds like… regional discrimination?'

'Once the notion of nation disappears, only locality remains; but in fact, learning to engage in local discrimination is a major step toward fitting in.'

'Once you form a rough impression of the groups shaped by different cultural environments, your understanding of those people will become clearer, and…'

'Weiguang Feiju's classmate's clueless expression about whether he should protest at all is itself a clear sign of confusion.'

'She hasn't figured out her own position. On one hand she thinks those personal restrictions are wrong; on the other, she lacks the confidence to protest. At first glance, coming to us to vent seems like she's seeking adult wisdom, but in reality she just wants our opinions to give her a sense of stability.'

'Stability? Does being struck count as stability?' Sai Luo, who had paused the game, turned his head to look at Aomo.

At that time he responded in that same flat tone and explained, but the girl's expression made Sai Luo want to say a few things to Aomo—yet he ultimately stayed silent.

Only then could he not help but say, 'She looked really downcast back then.'

'There's no conflict between the two,' Aomo said calmly.

He continued lifting the dumbbells in his hands while turning the pages of the book before him, his eyes wandering over the fine print.

'Many people already know the pros and cons before weighing them, yet they still want someone to lay out the pros and cons bluntly before they decide—even if it comes as a rebuke, it can still put their hearts at ease.'

「…」 - none.

'It's getting a bit hard to understand, right?'

'Indeed,' Sai Luo admitted with uncommon frankness.

In the past you could only see him so bluntly admit his shortcomings on those barren battlefields where combat was studied; this hard‑earned change even made Aomo's gaze pause for a moment before he continued:

'I used to not understand this either; it's indeed a somewhat higher‑threshold contradictory mentality that doesn't align with humanity's self‑perceived rational logic, but it's one of the more pronounced expressions of sensibility.'

'…' Sai Luo, hearing that, turned back to his game but didn't forget to ask, 'So did you later come to understand it firsthand?'

'Not exactly; I've recorded this phenomenon, and after seeing it a few times I'll gain an understanding of it in everyday life, almost by analogy.'

'By analogy…'

'Emotions and thoughts can often be triggered by analogy; the situations that activate them are never limited to just one, so there's no need to rush.'

'I'm not in a hurry—I've finished my missions,' Sai Luo turned his head, smiled at him, and said, 'Then are you taking on a new job?'

'No, he never actually asked for help or issued a commission,' Aomo finally put down the dumbbells, strapped weights to his calves, and said, 'I was just a listener, hearing their worries and offering advice.'

'That sounds like what a psychologist would say.'

'It's different; most psychologists sprinkle their talks with jargon, raising the barrier to conversation, and I don't actually cure their psychological issues.'

'How did that become a psychological issue?' Sai Luo paused the game again, looked over, and asked, 'Do those two actually have psychological problems?'

'A universally sound personality has been a luxury for over three hundred years; today's mainstream is mental sub‑health, and everyone—male or female, young or old—has some degree of abnormality, which applies to them as well. Otherwise, why would you think Chen likes this place so much?'

'I always thought he just had nowhere else to go,' Sai Luo remarked, his tone somewhat aggressive.

'Those are Shi Jia, Gui She, and He,' Aomo said with equal intensity, 'Chen has always been different from them—he has the ability to go anywhere, and even if he stays in his original world he still has plenty of chances to make a comeback.'

'He agreed to come only because of Aomo's guarantee.'

If the facts don't match the guarantee, he could still be restrained by this side's law‑enforcement power and choose to leave outright, rather than shuffling between campuses; in the end he gladly accepted Aomo's arrangement to be stationed permanently at the Teleisen security post.

'All that can be said is that the students of Central Teleisen have such a rich variety of "conditions" that the kids love it.'

'Well, if it's a problem, it can surely be solved,' Sai Luo, who was adapting to the locality but still had a perfectly normal worldview, would also think in terms of 'treat the illness to cure the illness.'

Meanwhile, the genuine local trainers just keep doing leg‑lift exercises while speaking in a bland, indifferent tone.

'There's no need to solve it.'

'What?'

'You should at least somewhat realize this after watching so many girls run and seeing the scene on the racecourse several times.'

'Psychological issues, or abnormal mentality, are a necessity in this line of work and the foundation of their achievements.'

'Whether it's trainers or horse girls.'

'…Earth people are still too hard to understand.'

... Humans are still too hard to understand.

Who says it isn't?