Chapter 1427: line with translation of chapter title

No. 43: To govern people, do not use medicine, but use people.

Late March is the best time for cherry blossoms to bloom, and also the day when the Spring Ancient Horse Triple Crown Kanaan Cup is held.

After that comes the more widely known classic Triple Crown and Triple History Hua Crown.

The one-day holiday brought by important G1 races should allow people to relax, but such leisure belongs only to those unrelated.

At least for existences like JunChuan JiangSheng and Thus we output: Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Misei, the next nine months will be continuous battles, and the work affairs in the academy will undoubtedly be arduous.

By then, only when late winter approaches and each early March arrives can they barely catch their breath.

It is extremely astonishing; even considering their background, it can be considered a kind of miracle.

If not a miracle, what kind of will could make people devote themselves year after year to long toil, enduring fatigue and pressure, to persist for over a decade?

Past Aomo is hard to understand.

Even if summarizing it as 'the passion of dedicating oneself to one's dream,' he would still feel it somewhat insincere.

But now, after experiencing the busyness of the end of last year and over two months this year, although Aomo Lindun does not think this can compare to those two, he has at least narrowed the distance.

No longer a distant speck visible but unreachable; it is now a backdrop visible in the scenery ahead.

However, the clearer one sees it, the reverence described as a 'miracle' only deepens.

As the saying goes, laypeople watch the excitement, insiders watch the doorway.

When you are merely a pure layperson, you only marvel at how those masterpieces are so perfect they seem not of this world, even summing it all up with a single 'holy shit' exclamation.

But once you enter the field, that vision no longer foggy should dispel the mystique, yet some achievements truly cannot be dismissed with 'I could do that too.'

It only lets you more truly understand how those masterpieces are so hard to replicate.

That is undoubtedly a miracle.

To Aomo, those two are such legends and miracles that, when the second round of team-building invitations arrived and he was reminded that the attendees would include the 'Green Devil' and the chairperson...

His reply came without hesitation.

He would naturally go, and only then did he realize.

—Turns out it's such a day.

For those two who practically grew up in school, early March is one of the few clear days.

Such days ought to be spent in some special way.

For example, to immerse oneself in the hobbies set aside for work.

For example, to contact relatives and friends one rarely has time to meet.

Also, for example, to act on ideas that have crossed one's mind daily but never been pursued.

Etcetera, etcetera, too many to list.

Aomo, from early morning scrolling Umastagram, saw Thus we output: Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan chairperson's cat café update, seeing she was satisfied with the décor and service there, and even more satisfied that the cow cat always perched on her hat had found a friend.

Perhaps, but the demon doesn't really believe it.

After all, it sounds like a rich young lady becoming friends with a woman of the demi-monde.

Although viewing the café cats as demi-monde women is a bit extreme, that's not important; what matters is that Thus we output: Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Misei showed a holiday spot that looks not bad.

And Miss JunChuan...

Miss JunChuan's latest update was three hours ago.

From the reddish corner shown in the photo, it seems she was tied up in a car by Miss Maruzen Sukiki, who does not wish to reveal her name, and Representative Miss Qianming.

Afterwards, with no further news for three hours, the little account of Maruzen Sukiki that Aomo had been quietly watching did have activity.

There were frequent updates, seven in the three hours, the most recent being a lament about a friend's decline—formerly able to sit calmly in the passenger seat, now even sitting in the back makes them want to vomit.

Obviously, compared to the chairperson's holiday choice, that green-clad secretary can only be described as tragic.

It's hard to say whether it's bad company or being sabotaged by toxic friends, but seeing that side's silent stance can only be described as willing to take hits.

Aomo, who also has some toxic friends, can't help but understand how this looks to outsiders like pure imprisonment, yet the participants find it quite amusing team-building.

He merely wonders how much resentment that secretary will vent with alcohol at a slightly later appearance at the gathering.

That tonight is really splendid.

Of course, having the top boss and direct superior appear in a gathering of trainees is itself a hidden danger, akin to suddenly pulling the homeroom teacher and discipline director into a student class clique.

Aomo does not believe that the experienced Nishizaki fails to notice this.

Perhaps he has other plans, but Aomo is not interested in finding out.

He just thinks it's also good to let Miss JunChuan vent with alcohol, after all there's Maruzen Sukiki before.

Over-the-top street racing may not give relaxation; it could instead be pressure, overlaying a formerly pleasant mood onto a sea of unventable frustration.

Yes, unventable.

A friend specially picks your rest time to take you for a drive, hoping to let you relax a bit; facing such goodwill, few can display anger without burden.

At least Aomo believes that the green-clad secretary will choose tolerance.

A kind-hearted and adept person's most outstanding trait is usually just three characters:

Understand the big picture.

Put more plainly, it's driving understanding of the atmosphere.

In even more concise terms, it's accepting all goodwill.

No matter the kind of goodwill—sending charcoal in snow, adding flowers to brocade, or even well‑meaning meddling—when others give you something, you ought to respond.

Just like the former Ailisuzhi.

—Three p. m., activity room.

Aomo, who should have been bringing Chazuo and Suzi to the VR training room to conduct the AI Three Goddesses challenge training, is lying corpse‑like on the sofa.

Not entirely due to the sofa's allure; part of it comes from muscle soreness, as if he has trained more than his subordinate horse girls.

As the price for prematurely recovering human form from a tiny dragon‑serpent state, this side effect is not hard to accept.

Especially after experiencing those previous side effects, Aomo could only marvel that Suzi was still able to conduct such normal research.

Then, after being threatened and mocked again, she took the new drug.

Thus Aomo kept silent.

She lay honestly on the sofa, scrolling through updates, without pondering how many drug plans still lingered in the mind of this somewhat out-of-control responsible horse girl.

Even now, Aomo still finds experiments far more alluring than training.

No matter which era Ailisuzhi is from, when faced with those basic repetitive mechanical exercises, she always looks bitter and just wants to return to the lab.

Moreover, there's no need to say more; as a researcher, she herself knows that although the data accumulation process is tedious, it is also necessary.

No matter how much she resists verbally, she will still go in practice; no tricks from the trainer are needed.

Understanding the big picture is also a virtue of Ailisuzhi, but such a virtue is precisely what causes many people to bind themselves in cocoons and lose themselves.

When did she start?

Her gaze drifted past the side of the terminal screen turned into a display, toward Ailisuzhi who was pounding nutritional supplements; Aomo was not surprised that this responsible horse girl could still produce such a positive potion, after all she had previously seen her care for Yamato Akaji Miss.

Those, regardless of efficacy or side effects, are quite normal—so normal they could be bought at a pharmacy; they could even make the people around Akaji Miss doubt whether they truly came from Ailisuzhi's hands.

A mad scientist reserves her inner tenderness for only a few close ones—such a deed, also recorded in various works, appearing nearby, still feels rather subtle.

But after so long, Aomo has also grown accustomed to accepting her special restraint and pure care toward Yamato Akaji Miss.

Leaving aside the connection of the horse-racing soul to the horse itself, just seeing how Yamato Akaji Miss always innocently accepts the potions Suzi offers, Aomo also thinks it's normal that Suzi wouldn't resort to foul play.

With such a wonderful, rare trust, how lacking in lab mice would one have to be to dare to harm her?

Even the demon trainer feels somewhat grateful for the existence of Akaji Miss, especially given her recent condition.

Yamato Akaji Miss might even become an excellent caregiver.