Chapter 1440: with translation of chapter title

NO．56：Just as the saying goes, with good intentions

At noon, the activity room often has moments when no one is around.

The horse girls need to eat, and they also have times to return to the dormitory to rest.

Even Ailisuzhi, who is usually stationed at the test bench, will sometimes leave briefly for various reasons, leaving the increasingly decent room quiet.

At this moment, there's no need to mention the trainer.

Because the trainer of the squad temporarily stationed under the name of Ophiuchus is even more decisive, often moving on to other matters as soon as training ends.

When he's usually busy, he rides off on his flamboyant motorcycle; when he's extremely busy, he vanishes on the spot, taking both himself and his motorcycle.

It makes one nostalgic for the few weeks when he first entered the field, when he would linger in the activity room and idly tidy up various items.

Now that he has more horse girls under him, the tidying work no longer needs him to do it personally; a certain administrative committee member who seems to have a work habit often wears a cold expression while complaining and tidying, and then, intentionally or not, will also put away things the trainer didn't instruct to be moved.

He has the habit of moving out and placing the instruments, books, cushions, etc., that he bought together with the cart that Suzi rides.

This instead added trouble, making Aomo want to speak but hold back; however, people from Bade ultimately find it hard to impose the Jidong 'asasi' on them, so he still chose to remind the other party, merely thinking that this would cause the impatient girl to lose her enthusiasm.

But the result was that the other party handed him a paper sheet marked with various categories the next day, asking how he usually places things, leaving him speechless and laughing.

This, however, hasn't changed: no matter how strange the direction, Miss Vega's seriousness is consistently thorough, always leaving Umastar speechless.

Trainer Aomo had also considered arranging rotating cleaning and tidying, but after Aimu Zhiji extended this meticulous care to tidying the belongings of other team members, he stopped bringing it up, feeling that only she could handle this; if they wanted to argue about fairness in everyone's labor, they'd have to look elsewhere.

Thus, in this unusually quiet activity room, Aomo could still see the busy figure of the brown-haired horse girl, surprising his colleague who came with him to the activity room, who then praised his subordinate girl for being sensible and considerate.

It sounded as if his subordinates, Little Bay and Miss Suzuka, were not considerate...

Aomo greeted Aizhi with a surprised look, casually replied with two sentences, and invited her to sit.

"No need, I won't be able to sit long; hurry and eat after you're done, don't skimp on rest."

"... Mm."

Seeing Aizhi still intending to make tea, he hurriedly stopped her from wasting tea leaves, but caught a glimpse of her slightly lowered brows.

"I misspoke."

Taking the moment when the other party left the sliding door, Nishizaki Yutaka sighed frivolously.

"She intends to spend a bit more time with you."

"Then why don't you drag this out a bit longer?" Aomo said indifferently, and one sentence made Nishizaki Yutaka's smile stiffen slightly.

"Then I'll just have to wrong her for now and apologize later."

"Don't meddle; it's fine if you help her out when you're idle."

"Sounds like you already have quite a bit of experience," Nishizaki Yutaka lamented, "so I guess I don't need to pass on my experience."

"Even the experience you couldn't handle with your ex-girlfriend?"

The junior who doesn't show much respect to his seniors spoke coldly; although he didn't let Aizhi make tea, he also raised his hand, using a mage's hand to pull open the small fridge in the corner, taking out two cans of soda and placing them on the table.

"Not even letting you talk about old flames, just having you dig up some information."

"You can't say that; she's joined that kind of organization, so if I don't talk about old flames, how would I get information?"

"And then you end up needing Zhouri Ningjing to cover for you while you hang out?"

"Um... speaking of which, how is Miss Zhouri Ningjing?"

Whether he was at a loss for words or simply curious, in any case it gave Nishizaki Yutaka a chance to change the topic, and successfully shifted Aomo's tone: "If you want to hear the parties' opinions right now——"

He didn't give the other party a chance to refuse; he already projected a light screen visible to them, on which was pasted a ferocious large face that, the instant their eyes met, turned into a textured——sole!

Come on, Kick!

It made Nishizaki Yutaka's hairs stand on end; even if he unconsciously cast a self-learned protective spell, he still closed his eyes with the look of 'I am doomed.'

Then he heard a 'bang!' but felt nothing at all.

"I'm the one who got kicked; what are you doing with your eyes closed?"

"... Uh..."

Opening his eyes, he saw the demon's large hand blocking the kick, and Nishizaki Yutaka broke into an embarrassed yet polite smile.

"I thought it was aimed at me."

"I also thought it was aimed at you," the demon replied bluntly, then, with the white point surrounded by black flames, gazed at the stubborn black-haired woman who hadn't lowered her leg and was still straining with energy in a grappling stance, "So what do you mean by this?"

"It's not that I gave you this workload."

"What did you do to my Chazuo!" Zhouri Ningjing shouted sternly.

That sentence made the just-opened-soda Nishizaki Yutaka's hand tremble, and then looking at the demon, he wore a complex expression.

"This statement really invites misunderstanding, and yet someone is so cooperative," the demon sighed, "Is it that you always put this much effort into the reputation of my Chazuo?"

"... Not at all!"

In the brief hesitation, she leapt back and landed steadily; her calm demeanor made Aomo breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that Aizhi's freshly tidied room had been spared.

"Please sit; of course it's fine if you want to stand," Aomo, having dropped his demon form, sat back on the sofa and took another can of drink from the small fridge, "as long as you don't say I'm abusing you——"

"Who the hell spread these!" she said, glancing at Nishizaki Yutaka, who was lowering his head to drink.

"No, no," that person hurriedly waved his hand, "I definitely won't; trust my word."

"I'm not sure about your word, but your counter-surveillance awareness really needs improvement."

Annoyed, he flung out three enlarged light screens; while Zhouri Ningjing, seated on the opposite sofa, lifted her drink and took a sip, she hurriedly went to the trash can.

「？」 => "\"? \""

While Nishizaki Yutaka was still dazed, Aomo instead reminded him: "It's better to spit liquids into the washbasin."

"What the hell did you give me?" Zhouri Ningjing, pulling out two sheets of paper to wipe her mouth, is always flustered in front of Aomo.

"Max Coffee, I heard it's the top choice of Jidong people."

"It's indeed quite popular..." Upon receiving someone's uniquely murderous gaze, Nishizaki Yutaka raised his index finger, his voice dropping to almost nothing as if he wanted to be the idea king.

How could Chazuo allow such a thing to exist!

The Sunday Committee member's view is quite unique; at a glance they decided that the thin and overly sweet canned coffee should not appear in this activity room.

In this activity room there ought to be only one god who oversees coffee; that god declared, no instant, no overly sweet, everything else is inferior, only black coffee is supreme.

But she has rarely come to the activity room these days, and she didn't know that after the regular staff increased by eight, the Red Tea Party and Hot Cocoa Party both needed to expand, and the Black Coffee Party faction could only bring in this newcomer, Lu Dao Fu.

Although the emperor's support is already sufficient, ordinary people would hardly raise a fighting spirit, yet the remaining three all have the iron courage to offend His Majesty.

The authority of the Black Coffee God faded away just like that.

"That child isn't the domineering type who would threaten others to give up their hobbies, so why can't it exist? Your Excellency, you've stayed too long in that place that suppresses one's nature."

"Not mentioning other drinks, but I, Aomo, deliberately brought out the sweetest coffee brand; just smiling, I raised my ten fingers, opened and then closed, immediately arranging the pictures and videos on all three sides that feature Xi Qi Feng in the frame."

"It seems impossible to guard against; his counter‑surveillance awareness probably doesn't include this kind of technique that uses magic to peek."

"How did we suddenly get to the main topic?! I haven't even calculated the bill for this drink yet!"

"Do you want to calculate it? I really can't help you; it's 500 yen at Cheng Hui—do you want to pay by scanning a code or with cash?"

"Who said this counts as settling the bill?! And you actually dare to ask me for money?!"

"Is the consumption view of the association's workers really this bad? They take on service but then refuse to pay."

"Such terrible service ought to be complained about!"

"Then go complain to Chazuo; you persuade her, I'll apologize, okay?"

"Um… is that my business?"

"Shut up, I'm going to teach this meddlesome, unreasonable troublemaker a lesson!"

"Senior Xi Qi, do you know anyone else on the committee? This person is unreliable, completely does nothing."

"I*……%……%*&￥! @"

"Sigh, it's all foul language; good thing I let Aizhi leave first."