Chapter 1550: NO．165：You see, isn

NO．165：You see, isn't this a coincidence?

As a world-class horse girl academy, Zhōngyāng Tèlèsēn naturally also has a reception room dedicated to receiving foreign guests.

But foreign guests are not common.

The academy's main visitors are trainers, horse girls, and staff relatives and friends who come to visit, plus the various sightseers who arrive when the school periodically opens for tours.

So this place has long been vacant; over time people gradually overlooked it, and only the cleaning staff still come on schedule.

"I haven't forgotten, but how did you get permission to use this place?"

The previous generation's chief trainer sat on the source-energy wellness sofa that had been unfamiliar to him for a long time, his whole body slumped in the comfortable zone of the cloud-like state constructed by custom airflow, appearing as if he had forgotten why he came.

Meanwhile, the young man opposite him was fiddling with a terminal in his hand, completely ignoring inquiries about the sofa system's service.

Only when the person opposite spoke up did he lift his eyes for a glance, then calmly say: "As long as someone with the proper credentials comes, the application is naturally not troublesome."

"The chairman and Secretary Junchen are also easy to talk to."

"Rather, they're quite easy to talk to," Nishizaki Feng drawled, "but I simply don't have this need."

If there were any demand, this place wouldn't almost have become a campus internet urban legend.

What kind of magical room, unknown to anyone what it's used for, has all sorts of powerful furniture that even gets cleaned spotless by the next day—those girls who treated this place as a secret base were later summoned one by one by the Green Devil for criticism and given extra homework.

But by then they were only allowed to withdraw their posted inquiries, which was also a bit late.

Thus, another campus legend lacking intimidation and timeliness.

Just like the legend that Aomo turned into after scaring a few kids in the junior high section, if it can last half a month without further development, that counts as the school's paranormal enthusiasts eagerly making things up.

By comparison, this reception room at least has someone giving popular science explanations.

The senior horse girls and veteran trainers still have some impression of this place, just as Nishizaki Feng's stubbornness shows.

But impression is just impression; when someone actually obtains the authority to open this place, that senior will still sigh because it's troublesome: "It's rare to handle things this formally—I'd rather just deal with it as a small matter."

"The nature is different; as one of the first to claim the list, shouldn't you also show the industry intuition expected of a senior?"

"Forget it; the association people are all involved—what can a mere trainer like me do to show off before experts?" Nishizaki Feng sighed.

"But you've worked hard."

"You've got dark circles under your eyes first thing in the morning, and I'm not sure if it's my imagination, but have you lost weight? Are you injured?"

"... You could say that, but it's no problem."

Without a doubt the next day, after having visited someone else's headquarters and experienced a chaotic, indescribable night, Aomo Lindun chose to respond by downplaying the topic.

Nishizaki Feng didn't mind.

It was just an offhand remark; compared to how the other person spent last night, he cared more about where Aomo's list—already glanced at when he arrived—came from.

And the other would answer him like this: "Didn't I say that? I bring the materials to work, and on the road I can see anything."

That statement sounds truly abstract, making it hard not to suspect the other is just brushing him off.

"Could it really be that simple? Are you omitting too much? …Well, how exactly did you get their headquarters coordinates? Aren't they also a detached, mobile headquarters?"

"You're asking too many, too scattered questions, but it's fine—these questions can all be answered with the same content."

"You're not going to say it's because you're Batman, are you?"

"Do American comics also count as spiritual education material for Carrot Man?"

"No… I just watch it myself……The recent issue of Beat‑up Batman is still kind of interesting." Trainer Wangzi said embarrassedly; perhaps the prince who appears bright and handsome in public is also indulging in a chuuni dream of beating up criminals behind the scenes.

"But unfortunately, I work on a tokusatsu set, and what I want to say is——as long as you get hired, that's enough."

"Getting hired and straight to headquarters? Oh, oh……wrong, who could get hired like that!?" Nishizaki Feng reacted just as quickly, but half‑annoyed because he'd realized the connection.

"Getting hired and directly promoted to headquarters? Isn't that usually just pulling strings?"

"Sufficient outstanding ability can break free of the limits of connections," Aomo calmly scrolled the screen, "I know what you want to say, but I actually don't have much research ability."

Saying this, he turned his head to look at the other person.

"So disguise is very important."

"So you really aren't a professional spy, are you?" Nishizaki Feng, emerging from the misty clouds, picked up the juice on the table and looked at him, "What if one day I see your files are all fake, entirely part of your spy activities, and you just had someone nailed to a high wall, then you're about to perform a burst of hair‑gel hand?"

"And then twist your hand off."

"Ah? Oh, ah? You're taking advantage of me, right!?"

He actually reacted, and Aomo still thought that aside from someone like Bi Ze who's a transmigrator, no one around him would touch such an old‑school high‑speed ACT game; even he himself had originally looked into it with a purpose—to build his own virtual demon image for deep immersion in the internet, referencing many well‑known character designs.

"I didn't think that at all; this is you over‑interpreting."

"I don't believe you'd ever speak without considering ambiguity."

"This is exactly the manifestation of trust; I can hear that you're biased against me, just as I'm not able to think deeply about every sentence either."

"You think I'll believe you, huh?"

Suddenly, a bell rang at the door, drawing both of their gazes, and they saw a pair of horse ears poking out as the door opened.

The golden inner ear and brown outer ear make a striking combination, highlighted by the distinctive silver streaks and golden tips.

This is Dream Journey.

"Sorry to disturb you, am I late?"

"No, the official meeting time hasn't arrived yet."

Usually, most horse girls and trainers have little contact with the Expedition Support Committee, an association support unit that possesses some law‑enforcement armament, let alone knowing its members.

But Nishizaki Feng is clearly an exception to that.

The reason is that he had also considered the possibility of sending horse girls on an expedition beyond the world.

Furthermore, as an external support member of the Carrot Man team, he has come into contact with many threat cases involving horse girls and trainers, which largely overlap with the functions of the Expedition Support Committee.

This also makes Dream Journey not surprised to see him; upon entering, she inevitably glances at the two of them a couple more times, feeling that the earlier atmosphere was a bit off.

"We're still missing Miss Junchen," Aomo said, paying no heed to the other's probing gaze, merely raising the light‑screen's brightness and pulling up different pages, "But as the academy's supervisory overseer, she doesn't actually participate in operations, so we can get straight to the point—any questions, Miss Dream Journey?"

He looked at the hand the other person had raised.

The several rings on it emitted obvious source‑energy fluctuations, and even the surface of the blood‑red painted nails faintly showed some indistinct light‑gray patterns.

Compared to their last meeting, she was far more wary, as if she could jump straight into battle, which reminded him of how, at the Canaan Cup, Sirius had mentioned that the other party's sister, the Golden Master, had approached her to ask about those threat rumors.

This…

Although feeling happy about this would be somewhat immoral, Aomo could not deny that a flash of joy at the sped‑up progress had crossed his mind just then.

Because he suddenly realized—that the people he had been contacting were apparently more than mere professionals.

They were even the family members of unintended victims, caught up by accident.