Chapter 1413

NO．29：Training staff is like this

"Is that so? She already made preparations for this."

"It's not surprising, the ace has always been wholeheartedly devoted to running."

"This really is calm and composed; shouldn't Miss Qianming raise a sense of crisis?"

In the afternoon, the cafeteria of Central Tiresen.

By the time many had finished their meals, a table in the corner could be described as a gathering of worthy talents.

Not only did several Triple Crown horse girls attend, but also Nishizaki Feng, a trainer renowned in many fields, plus countless horse girls seeing her as a kind older sister, countless trainers seeing her as strong support, and to a few trainers a green demon—Miss JunChuan JiangSheng.

As for a certain person whose fame has skyrocketed in the past half year, yet who feels like an upstart compared to these people's demon trainer, he is precisely the core figure that brought this table together.

Although he considers himself a junior newcomer, he can just as freely complain about a certain lax-idol from his youth.

This is Aomo Lindun, easily crossing class barriers and mingling among this esteemed group.

If you ask him what he relies on, then at this moment he can give you an answer different from the usual:

【Overtime】

Yes.

At this time when many have already finished eating, everyone's reasons for gathering here vary, but the main motive is quite simple.

— Thanks for the invite, just got off work, anyone up for a meal?

Of course, since it's said to be the main reason, naturally there will be unexpected attendees like Chengtian BaiRen, Tianlangxing Xiangzheng, and Dazhenhan—who aren't exactly busy and have flexible meal times.

The reasons they might eat later could be many, but in Aomo's observation they all point to the same thing—failing to secure a dining companion.

I had intended to invite someone to eat together, but seeing they had already joined another gathering, and confirming that gathering had no limit on participants, I naturally joined in, adding immeasurable honor to this ordinary table.

The tables in the central cafeteria sometimes run into rising-star athletes, but the chance to simultaneously greet so many notable figures is slim, even if placed at the end of the public dining period, it's hard to avoid attracting the attention of those who hear the news and come running.

But today, here is indeed different.

"Crisis?" The Qianming representative, who had been following the previous topic, retorted while biting the straw of her lemon juice, "I do have a sense of crisis—look, I specially came to find you for a meal this time!"

Before Aomo could even speak, the unsympathetic Tianlangxing Xiangzheng interjected, "Ha, are those people also the ones you rounded up?"

She raised her hand, pointing directly at the distant sea of people.

"That definitely isn't the case," Qianming denied outright, "but I thought it was Aomo who arranged it."

"That's quite a dangerous accusation; what virtue or ability do I have to meddle in this long-standing school tradition?"

Aomo spread his hands, glancing at the massive horde of horse girls that surrounded the cafeteria, impenetrable as water.

Despite the crowd of heads, even if their average less-than-ideal height formed a wall, it couldn't hide the sight of chefs' white caps lined up in a row.

Those obvious chefs walked the limited-order-cleared roads, delivering food to the midst of the sea of people; each entry and exit could stir the crowd's roar, and each roar caused silver, pale white, jet black, purple, etc. cheer batons to sway, noisy enough to drown any ordinary conversation volume.

Quite a bit looks familiar.

Even a new trainer who has been at the school for less than a year, upon witnessing this scene, will feel an overwhelming sense of déjà vu and then sigh, "So it's today."

Yes, it's today.

That so-called annual event, which in reality can be held any quarter, with sponsors and organizers swapped at will, is the Big Eater Competition.

Naturally—it's always against the rules.

It could make everyone at Aomo's table, except Aomo and Miss Juncheon, after seeing that scene, instinctively look toward the student council president.

Indeed, Miss Juncheon should also be watched at this moment, but everyone seated at this table is smart.

Smart people can catch a hint even during work hours.

Given Miss Juncheon's workload, it's quite normal for her to only be able to eat at this time; by contrast, Ludaofu Xiangzheng, who is also working overtime, might not necessarily be busy enough to be here now, and his appearance alone is enough to surprise many people.

Amid such surprise, running into this kind of illegal competition……

Everyone easily reaches a natural guess, and then can't help wondering when Sir plans to close the net.

Not to mention the problem of this illegal gathering; just the fact that the Golden Ship gang, who always come every session to seize business opportunities, selling cheer batons and character merchandise, is already reaping huge profits, and they must be dealt with a heavy hand.

They have even expanded their scale this year——even the demon's eyesight can see the same Yuzhao Shizi shouting inside, and the cheering baton she holds is still the one in the colors of her old friend, the veteran big-eater athlete Xiaolimao.

And……

A cheering baton in Bourbon colors, uncommon in this competition.

It's hard to say whether this is out of support for a friend or simply being bewitched by the Golden Ship's rhetoric. After all, in Aomo's impression, that Kansai-accented young girl is still someone who lives modestly yet strives to maintain the appearance of an honor student.

If the student council catches this and leaves a record, it will likely be a considerable blow.

Therefore, a proper reminder is indispensable.

When the telepathy, which has grown increasingly familiar thanks to a group of Ultraman, flares up again, the grey-haired petite girl will look around anxiously, as if seeing a ghost, and upon spotting a raised arm at the corner of one side's end, she hastily turns back.

How she decides from now on is no longer Aomo's concern.

He put away his stretching arm, as if unaware, ignoring Miss Dazhenhan's curious gaze; Trainer Lindon, like everyone else, did not directly admonish President Ludaofu Xiangzheng, nor did he go look for trouble with Miss Juncheon.

Thus, the whole table was shrouded in various unseen doubts, fully showing the gloomy mess after the clear public-private distinction buff was broken.

And then, at that moment, Qianming suddenly clapped:

"I see, that was Nishizaki's idea!"

"Huh?"

Nishizaki Yutaka, who had been burying his face in noodles, lifted his head, the noodles in his mouth not yet finished.

"No, stop playing around, Aomo; why don't you call your people back over?"

Without a doubt, after the training tacit understanding is broken in private, the tacit understanding that is broken next stems from the avoidance of discussing the big-eater competition at present.

As one of the only three people at this table who know the situation, Trainer Nishizaki naturally has colleague connections, is familiar with many horse girl youths, and knows school event gossip like the back of his hand, easily obtaining the participant list for the current big-eater competition.

The name Meipu Bopang appears on the list, and even placed side by side with Miyu; furthermore, thinking about the trainer who usually accompanies Miyu, that trainer who has always been beside Aomo is Asakura, and Nishizaki Yutaka truly feels that this event has Aomo as a supporter and promoter.

You see, thanks to this competition, everyone now happens to be quiet, right?

Not even those little girls came to watch and disturb.

This junior of mine always has such weird and wonderful tricks up his sleeve; Xiqí Feng has grown used to not making a fuss, but he still feels this isn't quite right.

After all, Lu Daofu and Jiang Sheng are here; I had previously said he might become the next term's freshman representative, but as a result, he and his horse girl are now going to be criticized together.

What kind of silent protest is this?

Damn it! You really don't want to chair the meeting, do you!

Or have you already persuaded Lu Daofu to turn a blind eye?

This isn't good for the student council; although there's a lazy Bai Ren here, we still need to pay attention to public opinion, and you're being too obvious about it.

The student council should still take action, shouldn't you call back Bo Pang, Chao Cang, and Mi Yu?

It's not necessary; this kind of match specially placed after mealtime won't be especially serious in terms of plot, especially since as a participant you're also considered the victim side.

You came with this intention, huh... Xiqí Feng was somewhat speechless.

Not exactly; Bo Pang and the others want to participate on their own, and I think this kind of campus horseplay doesn't need to be stopped.

How could it be unnecessary? You and your horse girl are both under many people's gazes.

Indeed, but is this kind of attention worth worrying about, worth you vetoing the idea of the horse girl?

Xiqí Feng trainer, you weren't like this before," Jun Chuan suddenly added sternly, making him somewhat startled, "I still remember how you and Ling Lu classmate once clashed over the slot allocation.

Well...

That's not the same thing, the seriousness differs, you could say that~" Qianming shrugged, "Tell me, when you first took on Dazhenhan, did you care how others reported on you?

A typical idol burden," Sirius's sharp critique is always blunt, "Even if you're the same as before on big matters, your attitude on these small things has changed; don't you think these small things are what really matter?

Enough, enough, we're just here to eat, not to hold a struggle meeting; don't neglect the food.

Aomo smoothed things over by clapping his hands; regardless of how mild Xiqí Feng's temperament is, given Sirius's nature he'd probably soon say he's not as good as this newcomer, which would make things too awkward.

She might be a surprise move, but she can't be allowed to play freely.

If this senior had any pride, it's hard to say whether she'd keep holding on or just run away.

Is this about the right level now, Miss Dazhenhan?

Sure, though I actually hope to be even more aggressive.

Really ruthless...

Although I don't know what difficult scriptures these families have, it's not hard to guess a bit; Aomo remained slightly silent.

It's better to take it slow; he's only been somewhat affected, still far from reaching that extent.

Hmm, then let me and everyone check on Afeng's condition later; thanks for the trouble, Trainer Aomo.

Tit for tat, it's not a bother; please, Miss Dazhenhan, don't stare at me so intently whenever you sense telepathy in the future.

Huh, feeling pressured? I see you and Chazuo are always like that; I thought it was a hobby.

... Strictly speaking, that's a kind of indulgence.

Oh, I'm sorry.