Chapter 1597: NO．211：Don

NO．211：Don't look back, I'm Bai Ren.

Indeed, there are many trainers in this world who are perfunctory about work and utterly indifferent to horse girls, but Aomo is clearly not one of them.

Because he was a newcomer, and because he had earned the trust of more than one horse girl as a newcomer, he constantly sought to fill gaps in his work, often keeping training-related courses on his terminal and chat windows with senior trainers, and he even added a small bookshelf that was frequently opened in the activity room.

Inside lay a book on exercise science and nutrition, plus some miscellaneous volumes on monster and strange beast records, often mocked by the horse girls as some antique collection.

In the year 614 of the Star Alliance calendar, he still read paper books, which indeed easily invited such criticism—for even his transmigrator girlfriends were all accustomed to screen operations, and Xiao Qian often lamented how the digitization of some courses saved her a lot of backpack space, clearly embracing modern convenience, which only made him, a local, seem rather old‑fashioned.

But to be frank, precisely because paper books are still easy to buy in this era, it actually proves that there remains a large market of paper‑book enthusiasts… He never said this to Suzi.

After all, it's meaningless.

When that brown‑haired researcher, idle and bored, comes to point fingers at you, being serious is already losing; likewise, don't argue with Chazuo over his coffee‑type stance, don't point out Bourbon's shocking wisdom when he plays mobile games, and don't tamper with Aizhi's dryer……

These are experiences summed up from daily life.

Although the process wasn't bloody or tearful, and could even be said to stand on the shoulders of predecessors (many tips coming from others), having taken too many shortcuts, knowing whether the process was arduous or not does not diminish the value of the information itself.

Aomo indeed has a good grasp of the campus lives of his eight horse girls under him, even knowing their private hobbies just as well.

Especially a certain Miss Vega who wishes to remain unnamed.

This is truly an old acquaintance—so old that a few years ago she was already complaining online about her dryer breaking, then the newly bought one being of poor quality; taken out of context, her chat logs could pass as early blackmail material for some Gaoyue Prize champion.

So when he saw before him a scene that seemed like some kind of heavy‑metal atmosphere, he didn't let his mind wander.

He was quite clear.

Clear that this girl under him has a considerable degree of fondness for fluffy, soft things.

Even to this day, he still hears Zhen Jiling mention her roommate's exceptional obsession with the dryer.

Because the blanket, made fluffy and soft by the dryer, is her secret to comfortable sleep; conversely——

Once that dryer breaks, she will not only refuse to adjust that day, but will even suffer insomnia.

Aomo will never forget the first time he saw her reluctantly put on a not‑light makeup just to hide her dark circles, his astonishment, and afterward her hesitant, especially embarrassed appearance.

Some rare reactions.

Also some rare self‑awareness.

She seems aware that her fervent hobby isn't something to advertise, and even intends to hide it, but she has a good roommate who is also a good sister to the trainer; the roommate often comes to inquire in the activity room, drops by to watch training when free, and chats with the trainer when she's unavailable.

Their idle chat ranges over everything under the sun, and often includes everyday anecdotes about the roommate.

Thus Aomo can often hear, without trying, that her dorm bed is full of stuffed plush toys, and that she even dreams of making a giant plush to fill the whole bed, her wild ambition restrained only by her family's odd looks and her roommate's silent gaze.

Aimu Zhiji has always been a good child.

Even when facing back then the numerous god‑like operations of that 'really annoying' Umastar, she couldn't utter a single swear word.

She had a good upbringing and a gentle, kind heart, but held back by a survivor's guilt formed since childhood, she could never let go, never be frank, and didn't want anyone to worry about her, so she simply put on a cold face to keep distance from others.

But if you think those things are already in the past, and think of her now having both a trainer and friends—especially a girl named Narita Lu who shines so brightly she could pour sunlight into her—then you'd feel she can finally rest easy.

That demon would tell you that while the human heart is changeable, it still has inertia.

That inertia makes a person accustomed to a cold face keep that cold face, and makes someone who usually speaks little continue to speak briefly.

Even the habit of unconsciously driving oneself into a dead‑end thought pattern can likewise be inherited.

It will begin, in other aspects of thinking, to continue that self‑abusive thought pattern that gives no chance, and then fall again into the dead‑end predicament.

But what does that have to do with the present situation?

"Miss Aizhi."

"Trainer…… trainer doll……"

"You need to calm down, Miss Aizhi."

Looking at that gaze not very clear, even her whole body surrounded by a mysterious blue‑black energy flow, resembling a classic blackening rendering in the chuunibyou domain, the girl stared at herself, swaying as she took a few steps, and Aomo raised both hands in a virtual push to dissuade her.

"There are no dolls here, only the trainer."

"Doll? Trainer……"

"Yes, it's me." Aomo replied instantly, even activating his demon form, using an extremely visually striking monstrous appearance to try to correct her field of vision.

To be frank, it's quite normal for girls to like dolls, but if you consider Aimu Zhiji's fondness normal, the demon would hope to awaken your memory of how she once treated the infantile Aomo.

Then look at that trembling hand raised from the ground, as Miss Chen Guang barely manages to gasp out '…run away'……

You will then easily realize that Miss Aimu Zhiji's pursuit of fluff and softness is not limited to inanimate objects.

Who knows how these two will get along when they eventually leave the theater after turning back……

Deleting memories isn't possible; they were earned through will‑powered advanced training, so erasing memories would be erasing the results?

For the same reason, Aomo didn't simply knock Aizhi out to continue chasing what looked like the source of the blackening, Rudolf.

Problems must be solved one by one; even if a problem is originally of secondary priority, slapping it on the face gives no reason to discard it.

But even so, his abandonment of that side is not thorough.

With a reach out, the petite Magabasa took flight amid the eagle's cries, pursuing Rudolf in the direction where he didn't teleport but vanished from the spot at extreme speed.

"Trainer doll……"

"It's not a doll, it's a hallucination; don't let desire‑forced after‑image bias skew you—do you still remember your sister?"

It's hard to say whether the cello sound in the background also touches the soul, but upon reflection, that quirky, lively‑tempered sister Sang might also have chosen to let things be without interference.

Rather than expecting her, it would be better to expect Narita Bai Ren, whose whereabouts are unknown, to restrain oneself…… Theoretically just as susceptible to being swayed by the music, he should likewise be a lone wolf capable of astonishing feats here—if he's not beside the elder sister, where could he have run off to?

"Aomo?"

Suddenly, a familiar voice of inquiry came from behind him; before it could bring him the surprise of a 'heaven‑sent savior', the hairless demon body still felt a chill rise from his heart, causing the white specks beneath the black flames to suddenly contract.