Chapter 1423: NO．39：So-called Responsibility (Part 1)

NO．39：So-called Responsibility (Part 1)

"Trainer, don't you feel cold?"

【Who would have thought to turn the trainer into a snake in early spring? Is that person perhaps expecting the trainer to hibernate?】

The abilities inherited from snakes are not just physical air‑reading; they also include being helpless against low temperatures. The six‑inch‑long mini black little dragon coils like a coiling‑dragon pillar around a heating metal product, and that product is Ailisuzhi's old‑style terminal.

What does 'old‑style' mean?

It means the brown‑haired experimenter is more accustomed to mobile phones, this kind of portable telephone terminal, and also means that in the communications‑tools arena where versions update rapidly, a player eliminated like this isn't even fit to run some trendy software.

Forcing it to run results not in a freeze but in overheating, even to the point of being scrapped.

Currently it is in the second state.

With the outdated pride of high‑precision equipment, it has caught up to the loneliness of the primitive hand‑warming stove.

Aomo doesn't object to this either, after all, just as he rebutted with words on the screen, the constraint on cold‑blooded creatures lies here: when the temperature is too low, the problem is not just a drop in body temperature but also the inactivation of internal enzymes, making normal activity impossible.

Hibernation is a common choice.

Even though winter has passed now, the persuasiveness of that temperature is still not enough.

But although the magic potion is shaping him toward a snake, his forelimbs and the twin horns on his head are obviously not completely like that.

The natural divinity he has always borne, mixed to a certain extent, affected the potion's final result, giving him this subtle form while also sparing him the suffering of a pure cold‑blooded animal in low temperatures.

Without doubt, if it were a true snake, now that it has left the activity greenhouse and relies only on a continuously heat‑dissipating old terminal, even if it could survive it would be barely getting by.

Uneven heating cannot truly preserve body temperature; the best outcome is partial necrosis, the worst is total failure.

Of course, this does not represent an attempted harm.

After all, he took the potion in the activity room, and the activity room's installed temperature‑control system has been operating normally; the fact that he is now outside the building is still the result of his own request.

"How could that be!" said Ailisuzhi anxiously, denying the trainer's speculation that was either radical or suffering.

She naturally had no such extreme plan; although she was indeed quite flustered at the time, after being pointed out for abnormal behavior she could hardly defend herself, almost left only with continuing her usual willful way.

But then, at that very moment, she did not pull out that seemingly omnipotent willfulness.

She also did not deny the trainer's questioning.

Yet she also did not volunteer the reason for all those changes, nor did she speak out the fact that was crystal clear in her heart.

And as for that, the trainer did not pursue further questioning.

Thus, it seemed each side stepped back, and then the trainer stepped back again.

He proactively mentioned the recent medicine and willingly took part in the trial, apparently to compensate for his previous frank offense.

Indeed, that is exactly the case, even though the sentimental teenage years are a cliché topic.

The incompleteness, immaturity, and changeability of students' minds need no further elaboration.

They ought to change; change is a precious thing for the immature, but that doesn't mean you can lightly show off that unripe fruit.

He exchanged this outcome for Suzi's current uncomfortable reaction, and in his heart he was actually quite satisfied.

Not to mention how long the other side will stay obedient or what conclusion they'll reach after their eventual confusion, just this potion already gives him a feeling of successful mine‑clearance.

Yes, mine‑clearance.

Limiting the trainer's activity range to the activity room—this so‑called side effect of the potion directly points to this motive.

One cannot say when she set this goal; all potion inventions are not spur‑of‑the‑moment ideas, let alone magic potions, a field in which Ailisuzhi is actually not as skilled as with ordinary potions.

But at this moment's successful output, it absolutely counts as a premature detonation.

But the trainer did not truly turn into a snake; instead, he presented a clearly extraordinary biological form…

In the unusually low field of view, Aomo saw his own reflection in her startled crimson behind the light grid, and a few seconds later he saw the excellent adaptability of the Responsible Horse Girl.

The outdated terminal hand‑warmer she provided is also one proof of that.

Even earlier than that, it was the other side who proactively brought up the instrument physical test.

Regarding 'just how different the current physiological system is from that of a snake'—once that was proved, Aomo decided to try to continue the training plan, and there was room for the terminal hand‑warmer to be put to use.

She is good at seizing opportunities.

Perhaps there was also some hesitation.

Because seizing an opportunity means immediately changing previous plans, even acting in a way that one's former self would never easily go along with.

But she is also that wise, earnestly supporting the trainer's will to train, undoubtedly as a response to Aomo's voluntary retreat of two steps.

Or put another way, it's balance.

It's a balance motivated by the thought 'I can't let you look like you're making a huge sacrifice while I look like I'm being unreasonably willful!'

This kind of attitude, come to think of it, has a touch of tsundere, somewhat reminiscent of Yamato and Akaji, making Aomo laugh helplessly and feel that perhaps his own side‑profile understanding is lacking.

After all, Ailisuzhi now is also somewhat different from before.

"Never mind that, little guinea pig, want to come warm up here?"

In the rest area beside the training field, she waved her hand to show off those overly long sleeves; the victory outfit woven by the Association indeed has the material to give her the confidence to say this isn't superfluous…… Of course, Aomo does not support her wearing this outfit for training.

After all, even if the victory outfit has the versatile functionality to substitute for sportswear, its essence is like an Olympic gold medal entrusted with a sense of ceremony.

Just like battle robes or ritual garments, set apart from daily life, wearing it carelessly easily gives the public an impression of 'not solemn.'

But frankly, public opinion itself is merely a guidance of the collective will.

Being able to guide one way naturally means there's a way to guide the opposite; the understanding of 'not solemn' versus 'treating every training as a match' is only a hair's breadth apart, let alone the fact that the girls under Aomo's command, in their idol‑route planning, all stand out for playing themselves naturally, so Ailisuzhi naturally doesn't care how the public sees her.

Thus Aomo no longer insists on preserving the ceremonial feel, letting her stir up in the team a wave of comparative enthusiasm, so that the other three same‑age horse girls also occasionally wear the victory outfit for training.

That scene…… is actually quite pleasing to the eye.

The victory outfits of the horse girls are mostly ideas provided by the horse girls and their friends, then twice processed and understood by the Association's designers.

Even Ailisuzhi's poor fashion sense was backed by the designers, giving her a uniquely styled excellent outfit.

Although Aomo once doubted the necessity of those long sleeves, thinking they'd only increase wind resistance and hinder arm swinging, Ailisuzhi proved with several training sessions' actual results that she really wanted to keep them.

Then let's just go along with her.