Chapter 163

At Central Treisen.

Only after being created by a horse girl can one truly say with head held high:

I am a central trainer!

——Aomo had seen this kind of remark, the sort a trainer would utter after drinking too much, in many horse‑girl themed forums.

But for it to be passed around and visible on several forums, there must be some basis.

For example, indeed over a dozen trainers have luxury membership at the Jiemen District City Hospital, being hospitalized at least eight or nine times a year, more prone to trouble than their horse girls.

So, at this moment one can say that.

Within a week of Aomo Lindun taking up his post at Treisen Academy, he truly became a central trainer.

Been created by a horse.

Or rather, two.

And they are Triple Crown horses!

Don't you think it's cool? It completely matches everyone's imagination of a trainer's life—what a load of bull!

Aomo wanted to post his thoughts in the trainer chatroom, but the absurdity and the sensitive nature of the matter made it unsuitable to publicize or even reveal, so he could only keep it bottled up.

Keep it bottled up, it's better that way.

If he didn't keep it in, the chairman would be the first to talk to him; if he did keep it in, the chairman would at most send him a note via Miss Jun Chuan.

【Notice! Repair fees will be deducted from your salary!】

"…" Staring at the words on the light screen, Aomo's blood surged in his chest.

My trainer career—will my first month's salary be docked before I even receive it?

The construction quality of the college division—repair materials must be expensive, right?

Thinking about it, I'm lucky I didn't just go full reckless and use an Ace Assassin to smash the wall for safety.

Enough, enough, don't think about that.

The goal of a review is to gain something; self‑consolation is the lowest gain. When you feel your choice is already optimal, you should focus on the present and consider the future.

So what is the situation right now?

Aomo thought.

The chairman couldn't possibly be unaware of their chase in the teaching building; the trio, backed by the student council vice‑president, hadn't even considered damaging the cameras, and Mimi Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan would at least see that black silhouette.

But she didn't question herself; the implication of compensation is that she stays out of it, otherwise Aomo could fully claim this as reimbursement, and even his injury should count as an work injury.

Was it Zhouri Ningjing who did something, or did she herself choose to stand by and watch?

No matter what, Zhouri Ningjing once said she didn't want to cause trouble for Mimi Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan, yet now this happens right under her nose…

No, no, this is Zhouri Ningjing's problem to consider, not mine; seeing that negative‑energy figure in the college division is purely a sudden incident, and the blame doesn't fall on me.

However, the chairman's attitude can also be understood as everyone pretending it never happened, and the investigation can still go on for now.

So should we continue?

"It's almost 12 o'clock, aren't you hungry?"

"You should be attending to your duties, Miss Bai Ren; Qianming, you probably have something this afternoon too?"

He glanced at the light screen where Ailisuzhi had sent a notice: results were ready, calling him to the lab, and reminding him to bring food.

As someone who balances work and rest.

Also as a commoner who needs three meals a day even when running a campaign.

Aomo felt that man is iron, rice is steel; besides, each time he goes into demon form his energy drains quickly, and today he even outran two Triple Crown horses in demon form, so going back he could charge onto the big‑eater competition track.

So when the time comes, a person ought to eat.

But what is the situation now?

Now he is sitting at the infirmary table, his hands wrapped in bandages pressed onto the surface; feeling that drawing the curtains and placing a lamp on the table would make a perfect interrogation scene.

"Your hands are like this—how are you supposed to eat?"

"I think you have no right to say that, Miss Bai Ren." Aomo looked somewhat speechlessly at the horse girl pressing his right hand.

"I called my older sister to bring food, and also, just call me Bai Ren."

"Oh? Little Bai Ren gains another friend." Qianming's representative‑style interjection, ever‑present, always draws cold looks from juniors.

As for the person involved, he is running a train of thought with his usual quickness.

People with relatives speak boldly; what about my relatives?

Oh, I muted my relatives, sorry… Glancing at Morrison in the light screen, who was gesturing characters, Aomo fell silent, thinking… Damn, he still found a way to speak even while muted.

One can imagine Morrison later posting texts that cause auditory hallucinations—like something especially foul, or something that would summon assassins.

But what he's posted now is still fairly normal advice, seemingly on the same side as Miss Bai Ren.

Yet his advice lacks reference value, Aomo can declare.

Because he only appeared, belatedly, in the self‑activated light screen after Qianming's representative pried Aomo's hands from the wall and the two supported Nitta Bai Ren left and right to the infirmary.

Upon arrival, he saw the two in terrible condition, naturally causing concern and confusion.

But actually, Nitta Bai Ren's injuries are worse.

Horse girls are ultimately not a race born for battle like someone's demon transformation.

They can unleash great power, yet are also easily hurt by that power.

Like Aomo, she also has one arm bandaged; Nitta Bai Ren's biggest issue is that examination revealed some bone cracks in her soles, and after emergency healing she is now wrapped in those bandages covered with inscriptions.

Those bandages normally emit a faint cyan glow, and even the gaps in the shoe openings show something odd.

Treisen's infirmary handles injuries rather gently.

Compared to the emergency room's medical skills maxed out, with nanotech restoration that seems to drag you back from the underworld, here they mostly use medicine plus enchanted bandaging to warm and nurture.

Of course, a bone fracture still requires magic to ensure surface healing; otherwise Nitta Bai Ren would need a cane just to stand.

Even without a crutch, the other person's furrowed‑brow, looking down from above gaze still exerts considerable pressure, not inferior to that of the Jeep‑driving, crutch‑wielding person chasing people.

Especially that hand, which ought to have been bruised in multiple places just like his own, rendered him unable to move.

——His strength is truly enormous!

When Aomo first tried to struggle, but that hand didn't budge an inch, he realized the might of an adult horse girl.

No… Chengtian Bai Ren is also a horse girl whose strength is her forte, and she's a Hall of Fame + Triple Crown horse girl; her wrist and grip strength should be of a type that's even above the university department standard.

So can the other hand be reconciled!

Aomo turned his head, looking at Qianming, the representative holding down his left hand: "But the horse girl I'm responsible for has a slight defect in daily living; I need to bring her food."

Having said that, he tried to break free.

That palm did indeed tremble a little, but only a little.

It seems the average standard of Triple Crown horse girls is higher than my current level; indeed, bringing those training equipments to the activity room was the right move.

Aomo thought.

Wait until summer break to get another batch in the office.

"I'll help you bring her whatever she eats—after all, I'm the only healthy one here, so I have to take responsibility!" Qianming representative put her hands on her hips, helplessly saying, "By the way, this place is also one of my workstations."

The workstation is indeed correct; earlier, when Chengtian Bai Ren's foot problem was urgently treated by the doctors, Qianming representative was indeed assisting on the side.

The doctors and nurses in the infirmary are quite used to her presence, even willing to let her take charge of this place.

But Aomo noticed that Suzi had a rather poor impression of her; when a free-spirited person clashes with another who does as she pleases, the latter cannot tolerate it.

Aomo strongly suspected that Qianming would have clashed with her in the past; at times like this, what about Chengtian Bai Ren? Miss Chengtian Bai Ren, could you persuade her?

Aomo turned his head and saw the black-haired horse girl rapidly tapping her phone with her other hand, which was wrapped in bandages; apparently she was contacting the older sister Pipa Morning Light she had mentioned before.

But her hand still pressing down on his was like an alloy metal hoop; no matter how hard he struggled, it only trembled slightly.

Then Aomo startled the snake; his golden eyes showed no displeasure, but a hint of doubt.

"What are you rushing about? If it's work, I can still keep an eye on Ailisuzhi and Meipu Bolang for you like this."

"Exactly, little Bai Ren will help you watch the work," Qianming representative said, finally releasing her grip and walking to the counter beside the sickbed to tidy up the medical supplies; from her practiced movements, the suffering she endured while studying medicine had indeed been rewarded.

"I'm also quite interested in coming along; if little Bai Ren runs into trouble, remember to call me."

"No thanks."

Chengtian Bai Ren said with a cold face, then looking at Aomo softened a bit: "What do you want to eat? Big sis will bring you the same."

?

No, I said getting a meal was just an excuse; how did it smoothly transition into joining the life squad?

Aomo looked at her in surprise, tugging at the corner of his mouth: "Compared to what to eat, I'm more curious how to deal with that negative-energy humanoid."

One sentence returned to the main topic.

The so-called main topic should indeed be that black humanoid seized by Aomo.

Having been suppressed by his monster-card aura and then wrapped in shadows by Chengtian Bai Ren, it remained hidden in the shadows all the way, unnoticed by the students.

Of course, even so, even if class hadn't ended.

Aomo and Qianming representative together supported Chengtian Bai Ren on the way to the infirmary, still drawing glances from a few students and trainers that were bound to spark new talk.

Besides the horse girls who attend class honestly, Te Leisen also has many who freely schedule their training time, having entered the professional stage.

Most of them, together with the trainers, gave the trio a respectful gaze.

Who let the three of them be somewhat disheveled, with Chengtian Bai Ren's sleeve even torn, and together with Aomo's both hands bearing blotches of blood.

Not to mention their steps were a bit lame.

Just looking at them, it really seemed like something had happened.

Hopefully the chairperson can settle it; Aomo feels that public opinion control also counts as an opportunity to further confirm the chairperson's attitude.

But for now, what needs to be confirmed is still that quiet figure before them.

That body remains shriveled, thin, and petite, yet it once unleashed a burst of speed that even the two former Triple Crown champions couldn't chase.

Aomo then felt that such a final‑leg burst of speed was very familiar, but he kept searching his memory files without finding a match.

So he began to wonder whether he should ask Suzi to call her roommate.

Given that ailishuma classmate's understanding of horse girls, perhaps just sensing this negative‑energy aura could precisely locate the source of the negative energy——

——She is simply a horse‑girl fan of such high purity.

But this person hasn't been called yet; similarly, Chengtian Bai Ren, who was also staring at it, suddenly spoke up, which suddenly enlightened him.

Bai Ren spoke up, directly saying a name; that name is:

【Dazhenhan】