Chapter 1485: NO．101：Indeed a kind of provocation

NO．101：Indeed a kind of provocation.

It is undeniable that, compared to many horse girls and trainers who adjust their condition two weeks before a race, or even simply go on vacation trips, Aomo's having Sirius do emergency drills before the race easily makes one think of hysterical last-minute cramming before an exam.

Never mind whether it actually works; those cramming at least put up a good show, putting on a front of seizing every second, day and night, and then……

Then after the exam they say they gave it their all, and regardless of the result they feel at ease.

Indeed, that kind of cramming is generally useless.

Especially those who go day and night, forgetting sleep and food in their all-out effort, are most likely to draw a blank in the exam hall, unable to produce anything.

The more anxious, the more flustered, the more likely they are to fall short at the last minute.

Aomo Lindun, who came out of the Rocket Class at Eastflame School, had long understood this principle from that environment, so although he arranged for Sirius a two-week special training drill, he also beforehand considered ensuring timely medical resources for rescue.

In practice, however, he still left time for the other party to rest.

Of course, his explanation to Sirius Symbol was 'the time to adjust the state'.

In terms of special training, the horse girls are more eager than the trainers.

They will shout during halftime break asking if they can start early, and at the end of each day's training when dispersing, they use words that lie between threat and command to mask their unease.

But obviously, in front of the trainer symbolized by Sirius, this kind of pretense is meaningless.

Not only is it meaningless, it actually makes him more determined to carry out the original plan of balancing work and rest.

After all, Sirius is exactly the 'Absolutely Not Tuned' state that Bi Ze mentioned from the 'Horse Girls' game.

Aomo initially heard clearly that, in Bi Ze's words, the game's 'Absolutely Good Tuned' refers to the emotion system, with the Eastflame equivalents of 'Absolutely Good Tuned, Good Tuned, Ordinary, Not Tuned, Absolutely Not Tuned' being 'very happy, happy, ordinary, not happy, very not happy' emotional states, while Sirius Symbol currently has nothing to say about being happy or unhappy.

But that is indeed the 'Absolutely Not Tuned' state, with training effectiveness -20%, base ability during competition -5%.

Indeed, obsessive desire is a necessity for achievement, but within that there often needs to be sufficient clear self-awareness; otherwise the miserable defeat brought by obsessive desire is likewise a familiar part of development.

Rather, one is more familiar with the former.

After all, in the traditional education that teaches people to be good, the desires of the successful can be packaged into ideals, dreams, etc., that sound glorious and lofty, while the desires of the failures are merely desires, to be ordered restrained and discarded.

This is largely also part of the lies of life.

From childhood onward we are taught to be good, positive, self-disciplined, self-restraining…… Only when we grow up do we discover that such a life is hardest.

Also, too many people, before they even reach adulthood, already sense a gap between cognition and reality, and early on abandon that perseverance.

Aomo has no intention of discussing the merits and demerits of these two, after all he is not even a participant in them.

— As a demon who spent infancy in the Demon Realm District, Aomo Lindun's education from childhood did emphasize kindness to others, yet he alone had an exceptionally comprehensive view of the term 'desire'.

So comprehensive as to be unsuitable for preschool education, very inhumane, but the Demon Realm District indeed does not advocate humanity.

Thus the young Aomo who followed his foster father to the Border Gate District had a foundation unlike ordinary people's, and gradually developed into his present state.

He deeply understands the direction of desire, and also especially knows when to tap the brake.

So at around three o'clock this afternoon, Sirius's training had not yet begun.

Not only had it not begun, but that seemingly wild trainer even slipped him an exhibition ticket, as if the person suddenly remembered he was still a college age and ought to go seek some colorful subcultural socializing like most young people.

He's like that, right? Sirius thought.

Liking special effects, liking video games, also liking Horse Girls, she should be not far from those deadbeat otaku and idol otaku; occasionally visiting the agency as a guest, she could clearly see many models and cards, and recalling that, she felt the place lacked only female figurines compared to the typical otaku's stash.

Always being confused by that guy's serious-looking act, then only at times like this does she recall this fact; Sirius understands that such otaku indeed tend to gather at exhibition bustles, but still does not understand why it has to be this particular time.

She admits she does indeed have some interest in monsters, after all that was once held in the hands of Yuechi Symbol, which almost gave that old lady a pleasant send-off, and even if that weren't the case, the existence of such powerful, ferocious monsters would also win her favor.

But the timing is wrong!

This this need to seize time for training, come to this kind of place to do what?!

Even if you're not doing it for the otaku's hobby, but rather to investigate that case from a few days ago that seemed very conscientious, needing to come to this kind of place, that still has nothing to do with me, right?

Why on earth should I have to go tour the exhibition with this guy?!

Turning a glance at the side-long looking Chengtian Bai Ren whose desire didn't seem feigned, Sirius Symbol initially thought this was because the other party had reached some secret agreement with Aomo and specially came to watch me, but now I'm not so sure.

This guy really does seem to like it.

Moreover, he doesn't like those flashy flags and banners beneath the Horse Girls stalls, but rather those especially extravagant and ferocious large standees and monster stages adorned with holographic projections.

It seems that if I weren't there, he would truly roam about hunting like a lone wolf.

Then you go!

Sirius Symbol, who feels that when the timing is off everything feels off, really can't be bothered to stay longer here, especially since the guy who initially invited me, seeming to want to walk together, is nowhere to be seen from start to finish, only his voice occasionally popping out like a ghost.

'Unless you know what is excess, you will never know what is enough, Miss Sirius.'

How should one evaluate a male ghost in the brain who recites poetry?

This string of 'You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough' coming at her only made her feel subtly surprised.

'It sounds like the grammar of Hongying people.'

Slightly slowing his pace, letting Chengtian Bai Ren unconsciously walk farther away, Sirius then gripped the magic conduit bracelet on his wrist inscribed with several minor spells, saying the words that ought not to escape the horse girls' ears.

But because he was gripping the bracelet, the black-haired horse girl ahead was still dazzled, not turning her head at all.

The male ghost replied: 'Marriage of Heaven and Hell: Hell's Proverbs is indeed the work of a Hongying poet, and he will also tell you that deviating from the orthodox path is the necessary way to the Palace of Wisdom.'

The effect of the soundproof barrier seemed to have no effect on him at all, making Sirius also unable to stop looking around, trying to find clear evidence of that guy spying on site.

But she hadn't found it, so her tone turned unsavory: 'So then? Isn't the true deviating from the orthodox path actually our original training plan?'

'That is the understanding of worldly eyes; you and I walk the path of the extraordinary, so naturally we should also have an extraordinary standard of deviating from the orthodox.'

'I don't want to discuss this kind of relative philosophy, and you're not idle either? Let me just go back to continue training; that would save everyone trouble.'

'Actually not, do you still remember the multi-terrain obstacle training I had you run alone at the start?'

'Explain clearly.'

'The premise of the explanation is that you must believe they not only serve to disturb your state, but also constitute a real-time psychological measurement.'

'That is to say, they are not randomly placed.'

'... Continue speaking.'

Your mindset is quite unbalanced; I consider it the type that will affect your training condition—you can accept that, right?

"What's there not to accept?" Tianlangxing responded quite bluntly, "But even if the condition is bad, you can't stop, right? I myself can't even adjust my mindset—are you hoping to rely on this exhibition?"

Yes, rather, only this exhibition offers any hope. Right now, there are two staff members in your three o'clock direction; they're coming for you—don't refuse.

Huh?

She instinctively looked in the direction the other person spoke, and indeed saw two girls approaching; whether the horse ears on their heads and the tails behind them were natural or cosplay was unclear, but their eyes were definitely fixed on her, and the moment their gazes met, they quickened their steps to come closer and ask:

Excuse me, are you Miss Tianlangxing, the symbol?

Yeah, what do you want?

She wouldn't change her name whether walking or sitting; even in those years of declining public opinion, she could openly accept others' confirming inquiries in public, unlike her earlier Aimu Zhiji–style slackness, she was simply indifferent.

That's right, Mr. Member of the Chase Legend Light Club invites you to do an interview; would you be interested in participating?

Huh?