Chapter 1554: NO.169: It's hell ahead!

NO. 169: It's hell ahead!

Tianlangxing Xiangzheng came uninvited.

Although to the four high‑school girls these few adult horse girls count as uninvited, Tianlangxing Xiangzheng truly received no message from anyone—yet she came of her own accord.

The activity room was empty, the training ground was empty, no need to think—she instinctively thought of this place, of this training facility funded by the Xiang family, with advanced technology and equipment.

The vice president here also offered no resistance, responding candidly to her confirmation: Aomo is indeed training a team of horse girls here.

Probably because she herself is a horse girl who is also a trainer…… Tianlangxing, although a bit doubtful about the other party's cooperation, did not think they were afraid of her surname.

Because although the Xiang family is the investor of this training facility, Tianlangxing, who actually has little authority in the Xiang family, can only bluff the people below using her surname.

Bluffing a vice president naturally isn't realistic, but that doesn't matter; she immediately activated the clan's directed teleport and rushed here, then bade farewell to the fox girl who had specially come to pick her up, and straightaway headed for the training room exactly the same as last time's—

Ha, everyone's here!

At this moment, Tianlangxing's smile could hardly be described as anything but a laugh of anger.

A few days ago she had been squeezed out of the music party (in her own view), and today she sees this kind of showdown yet wasn't summoned.

【We'll settle the score later!】

In situations where it's either horse girls or demons, speaking softly is meaningless; Tianlangxing Xiangzheng directly typed a line and sent it to the group, approaching everyone with an unnatural 'cheerful' expression, and immediately heard the trainer who just looked like a little corgi suddenly raise his hand.

Huh?

Did I create an opportunity for him?

Living up to the name Tianlangxing, she, who is especially sensitive to such invasive moves, instantly understood the situation and realized that her appearance had instead become a stepping stone for the other side to exploit.

Ha… she smiled to herself, feeling satisfied, for that corgi was merely a façade; that person remained the untamable thing, who would break free of the cage at any chance, completely escaping the canine nature.

Unlike before, Tianlangxing Xiangzheng, who is enthusiastic about training dogs and often derives from it principles applicable to the human world, always likes to believe that the boundary between humans and dogs is not so sharply divided.

She believes there is nothing truly untamable; failure occurs only because the four factors of time, whip, food, and commands have not been refined enough.

But such a stance may also have a reversal—this is what she realized in her thoughts these past days: she herself has been reverse‑tamed, by that cunning snake.

But what of it?

The horror of taming lies in the fact that even if you realize this, your heart still lacks resistance.

You might think this would be easier, or smoother, or perhaps this is now the image you pursue—even if it's the result of another will letting you sink.

Do you really want to destroy all this with nothing but a rebellious mindset?

"Follow your own ideas, Tianlangxing."

"What?"

After the other party had finished talking about a junior called Senlinbaoxue from high school, and after boasting about her indeed strong stress‑resistance achievement, when that group first fell silent and then gathered to chatter, Tianlangxing, leaning aside and poking her phone, full of moral‑high‑ground finger‑pointing, heard Aomo's sudden approach utter a sentence.

It almost immediately made her frown.

"What I cultivated is merely your dependence on me, but those achievements truly belong to Tianlangxing Xiangzheng—whether it's the one inside or the one standing before me."

"So no matter what you choose, you definitely already possess this achievement and the power to achieve it."

"So?" Tianlangxing raised her eyebrows, "At this point, do you want me to discard what I've said? To abandon what you've done for me?"

"No, I just hope that, with everything laid bare, you can make a decision again; frankly, my demand is simple."

Aomo said calmly, meeting her rose‑red eyes: "I want you to get what you wish for, and the precondition is that you win the laurel crown; therefore I hope you all focus your thoughts on training itself, because each of us is a pursuer—even Ludao Fu, who has the highest overall rating, is no exception."

This idea had been turning in his mind for a long time; he only spoke it today, not because he waited for some special moment, but simply because he felt it would be too late if he didn't speak straight.

What he had just observed rang an alarm bell for him; if he didn't say this now, and if things truly turned out as the most unimaginable possibility, he would end up with several overly emotional horse‑girl team members.

From a training perspective, this might be the worst possibility.

One can run, but if this state keeps hopping lightly between total discord and perfect harmony, even he couldn't stand it.

Although this might also be just an illusion, the risk that it is not an illusion is clearly something he cannot bear.

In fact, as his words fell without him even drawing a silent barrier, the corner of his eye caught several pairs of horse ears in the distance reacting to varying degrees, yet he didn't see them look directly at him, nor hear them call out from afar……

This reaction is an ever‑increasing weight, tipping the scales of speculation further toward that unimaginable possibility.

"At this stage, none of us truly have confidence in victory, so we need to devote ourselves wholly to training and running, rather than wasting time on worries and daydreams."

"Only during training and running?" Tianlangxing gave him a half‑smile.

Cleary just moments ago she wore a rather displeased expression, but upon hearing this it seemed to hit her funny bone.

"How? Do you think it's simple?" Aomo glanced subtly at Tianlangxing, who was grinning, "Putting full effort into training and running alone is already an achievement most horse girls cannot truly attain."

"Ah, indeed, that's definitely not simple; I just wonder whether you mean that, aside from training and running, we can think of you however we like without objection? Or more practically, if we achieve it, shouldn't you also design some rewards?"

She used the word 'we'.

This doesn't mean she has forgiven the sisters' backstab; rather, she is rallying everyone under a banner.

Leaving aside whether that banner is useful, her words were overly blunt.

"I am a trainer, not a dog trainer, Tianlangxing."

The demon gazed at Tianlangxing, who set up a trap without hiding it, with a caring look, as if looking at a mischievous child.

"This isn't a taming process where good performance earns rewards. Your dreams belong to you, not something I demand you achieve; whatever you gain when you get there is merely an accolade."

"Tsk."

The feeling is like a fish that won't bite the hook but still has a note saying 'your bait sucks' stuck on it; Tianlangxing smacked her lips, glanced at Aomo behind and to the far side where the horse girls were, slightly shifted her gaze, and asked: "Do you mean that between us and you it's merely a contract between horse girls and trainers, not even friends?"

"How else is that to be understood?"

"Otherwise, if a friend realizes their dream and achieves an unimaginable feat, don't you have any reaction at all?"

"That's another matter altogether," Aomo said.

"That's exactly what we want to talk about! If any of those little guys actually win the Triple Crown, what are you going to say? It can't just be a word of congratulations or a meal, right?"

……

Why couldn't it be? Of course I'd still wrap up a few gifts…… The words hovered on his lips, but he couldn't utter them, for he could feel the obvious gaze and the burning anticipation.