Chapter 1634: NO.248: Speaking the Conclusion

NO. 248: Speaking the Conclusion

That's exactly why you lack the qualification.

As the winner of a formal match rather than training, not to mention whether consoling the loser would be seen as arrogance and self-satisfaction, purely from a results-oriented standpoint, the winner's words are indeed hard to give the loser any positive meaning.

Unless the loser is themselves a fan of the winner, this premise naturally adds a touch of chasing-stars flavor to the match, leaving the loser, even if defeated, only feeling more reverence for the winner's stature, without much sense of defeat.

But reality obviously isn't like that.

There's no lighthearted feeling of chasing stars, nor the relaxed feeling of training; only regret and turmoil over 'I should have Q'd you back then,' making you deeply aware you lack the qualification to counsel her, and even shouldn't rashly strike up conversation.

Don't provoke her; the less you say, the better—if faced with others, Ailisuzhi would gladly speak up. After all, with her nasty taste, seeing the other person's itchy teeth only makes her happy; by then, whether they're blinded by anger or burst into a new spark, it's all within her expectations.

She, who thinks highly of herself, always looks down on everything from above, and doesn't mind the arrival of challengers.

But that's the Mancheng Chazuo, outside anyone else's domain.

Ailisuzhi cannot deny that her remark also counts as provocation, but it is also necessary at the moment.

That is a kind of probe.

An attempt to judge what stage the other's mindset is currently at, a probe.

Although she doesn't have several psychology books on the shelf like a trainer, having once deceived multiple classmates at school as a problematic horse girl, Ailisuzhi believes she has some experience reading people, and thus wants to feel out the other's true nature; the result of this move……

Hmm……

She watched as the other first avoided her counter-question 'And you?', then loosened their grip and walked past to the side.

"It's fine, then… let's go out first, don't keep the trainer waiting too long."

Her low, swift words, she quickly sped past with small steps; in the blink of an eye, that black-hair-like-a-waterfall back reached the door, turning her head to look at herself with a hint of 'Aren't you coming along?'

"Alright~"

She shrugged, her slightly narrowed eyes returning to normal; Ailisuzhi accepted the step offered by the other, even though the emotional shift behind that step changed unusually fast.

Really, better not to ask…… she thought.

Originally, it wouldn't be good to do anything under the gaze of Tunshujun; just from this probe glimpsing a corner of the gap, it's nothing but an uncomfortable black wave, and instead it's thorny enough that she can't stay calm, fearing that if she goes back to the bathhouse she'll be stabbed by the other.

"Finally out, you two."

As she followed them out of the room, she first waited for Chazuo to place the health sheet in the trainer's hand and walk a few steps, then she quickly approached.

"You'd better talk to her a bit…" pressing the health sheet into Aomo's hand, Suzi said no more, merely indicating with her gaze Chazuo's back.

"That's exactly what I planned, but I also need a bit of help." Aomo lowered his head, tidying up the electronic data that had become uneven due to Suzi's mistaken submission method.

Then, in the simple operation of integrating the content, he heard the other reply: "I'll go backstage to say that, if we stall for time, the champion's speaking rights should still have a bit."

"A few minutes is enough, no need to be too troublesome."

"Are you sure?"

Facing the gazes of many horse girls, including the three teammates, Ailisuzhi's sweeping gaze was extraordinarily calm, steadily settling back onto the accompanying trainer beside her.

There too there was calm, which is part of her calmness.

"Certainly. Everyone's used to overcomplicating some problems, you included," Aomo said, then dragged the screen before him, "Let's talk later about that shallow tendonitis issue."

"Then that's it; if you succeed I'll just reflect a bit." She chuckled, shaking off her long sleeve with a few specks of mud, and tapped the other's arm twice.

As for that, Aomo merely gave her a helpless glance, then raised his hand and patted her back: "Don't always lag behind, champion."

That slap made her have to quick‑step a few steps to keep balance and widen the distance; looking back, she saw him close the light screen and shoo her away with a wave of his hand:

"Cherish the hard‑won stage; please also take care of resolving the hidden dangers."

"Is this the attitude of someone making a request?!"

"This is the attitude of resolving your hidden dangers; standing at the peak always invites much criticism and malice, doesn't it?"

"Ha, this is clearly you not letting me handle things my way!" Ailisuzhi strode forward without looking back, passing several athletes; her tone seemed to carry a hint of contempt, drawing hostile glances from many athletes.

This also made Aomo chuckle, knowing that her words inside and out were just her angrily muttering at him; but even when Suzi mutters, she always puts on a front of being unreasonable yet forceful, only her expression shows a bit of stubborn bravado, needing to keep her back turned to hide the guilt that, in the trainer's eyes, looks somewhat cute.

But this is also a niche taste that isn't noticeable without interaction, nor appreciated, naturally insufficient to cover most of the people in this corridor.

Everyone will only see it as the winner's provocation.

"Handling it your way will only bring more criticism and malice." Aomo sighed.

He didn't raise his volume; anyway, in this corridor even his murmurs could be caught by the horse girls' hearing.

Probably the only ones who couldn't hear are those who, like him, worry about the horse girls and, on the way to the shower changing area, still have to accompany a stretch of trainers.

"Chazuo, come here."

"……"

The girl who had been staring at Suzi's back together with Bōpáng and Aizhi, upon hearing that, stopped her steps, taking Suzi's place as the focus of the teammates' and other athletes' gazes.

"... Trainer."

Still slightly bowing her head, as if trying to make eye contact through her bangs, the Mancheng Chazuo had quite a feeling of an old‑school female ghost.

On the contrary, the whispered address remained as usual, lacking the crisp speed she had when facing Ailisuzhi.

At first glance it seems normal, but looking at the whole picture it's completely abnormal.

Moreover, when you realize the abnormality, that seemingly normal cover at first glance also becomes a basis for increasing the abnormality.

"Clinging to the past is pointless, Chazuo."

Watching her turn and walk to stop before him, the girl posing with her bangs, Aomo merely glanced at the distant crowd.

Once you pause in this long narrow passageway, you'll be left behind entirely.

You'll see the lines of trainers and horse girls gradually drifting away, ahead only a long passageway lit by lights; looking back then, you'll inevitably feel a tinge of panicky loss, but for these two 'abandoned' ones it has no effect.

Even if the leading crowd disappears at the far‑end corner, leaving this passageway like a deserted horror‑movie set, the two remain utterly undisturbed.

Even somewhat relaxed.

After all, it feels like there's no third person here, although in reality there ought to be AI‑managed surveillance.