Chapter 175

Although I let you confirm that the room is correct, are you sure you don't need to sleep under my care?

Care? You mean writing an observation experiment report?

The trainer mercilessly exposed the ulterior motives of the one responsible for the horse girl, causing the latter to look sorrowful and say:

I'm doing this out of concern for you, guinea pig.

Oh.

The overly lackluster acting basically has no response value; Aomo thought Qianming's acting beats yours by ten times, even nine times.

Then, the superluminal particle was renamed to "superluminal no performance".

"What attitude is this?" Ailisuzhi pursed her lips, "I'm inviting someone of the opposite sex to spend the night together for the first time! Although I have to return to the dorm by 10:30."

"How about you go back to the dorm now?" Aomo, whose hands were steadily gripping the hand exerciser, suggested.

Both hands were also strapped with a load-bearing bag marked 20 kg.

Too early! At least let me make full use of every minute I can stay in the lab!

The shouting horse‑girl researcher was bustling back and forth around several pieces of lab equipment, actually putting her words into practice.

The third person in the room, Chazuo, was already quite familiar with the two's conversational style, unfazed, silently grinding coffee beans.

When you don't plan to stay up late, coffee should be enjoyed before night falls.

Chazuo was also racing against time, as it was already nearing dusk.

The afternoon school bell was about to ring.

Thus she acted with full concentration.

This afternoon's training had clearly ended; Qianming's representative and Narita Bai Ren had already each gone their separate ways.

Before leaving, each had a distinctive farewell—one heading for fun, the other for a showdown.

Bai Ren was insistent on having a parallel run after recovering from his injury, and he wanted him to participate as well.

This made Aomo think he should renew the fee for the chuunibyou member and wrap the bandage on his hand a few more days.

Although it's not impossible to understand Bai Ren's desire to win, why bother arguing with a guy who admits to cheating?

The trainer stepped onto the course; even if it was merely a training ground, he couldn't avoid the topic increasing significantly.

Moreover, Bai Ren would definitely demand he give his all—in other words, to unleash his demon transformation.

If those little girls of Xiao Lin Li Qi saw this, wouldn't I be exposed?

Drag it out!

First, drag it out for a few days! Delaying a few days will directly usher in summer vacation; although, given Bai Ren's personality, I can't escape, but at least those middle‑school girls won't stay at school during such a wonderful summer break!

... I don't want to stay at school either...

Aomo sighed in his heart.

To others it would seem utterly bewildering, but in fact he had already deduced and foresaw the future.

A normal person's summer vacation is going home, staying indoors; or going out, even traveling, to the far corners of the earth.

Something more exciting is merely mixing the two in different proportions.

But the two girls under his name would fully take advantage of the privilege that Teresin Academy's summer vacation does not close campus.

The horse girl in charge, Ailisuzhi, tinkers with flower arrangements and technology every day, born for scientific research.

She is bound to the lab bench.

Even during summer vacation, she would linger at school unless outside there is a test bench she finds satisfactory.

Don't forget that this guy has spent years not focusing on running yet staying at the academy, precisely for the comfort and convenience this place offers horse girls, and that so‑called comfort and convenience includes the experimental facilities.

Aomo had no doubt she would apply for long‑term use of the university department's experimental bench when summer vacation arrives.

Meanwhile, the deputy in charge of the horse girl Meipu Bohang, the ascetic among horse girls, the top scorer of the high school division, his self‑added training intensity is enough for Aomo to be reminded by enthusiastic chatroom mates: "Don't turn the cyber horse into a mining cart."

With such a training maniac, can you expect her to relax and have fun during summer vacation?

After summer vacation, those many empty training tracks, she is bound to claim them.

What could he say?

Can he manage a summer vacation?

He can only first prepare the facility site usage application documents in advance.

When the time comes, they each just submit their applications directly.

It's better to guide than to block; just keep them from overdoing it.

The horse girls' nature should not be suppressed; their running carries spirit, style, and even attitude. When on the course, their conviction intertwines like blades striking sparks, and their will pointing to brilliance is as fierce and perilous as interlocking canine teeth.

Horse girls who lose these either find a better substitute or fade into obscurity.

Each year, the Three Goddesses "introduce" the world's horse girls, a large portion of whom are indeed devoted to mediocrity.

Failing to reach the threshold of G1 races, struggling in G2 or even G3 and even wearing away their spirit, they become merely women with physiques superior to ordinary people, possessing a pair of horse ears and a horse tail.

Ordinary horse girls cannot even have the character "race" added before them.

So… prepare when you go back tonight…… Aomo thought, temporarily releasing the hand exerciser, his fingers resting again on the light screen.

He went into the trainer chatroom to ask seniors for an application form template; veteran trainers who prepare these things are all well‑versed in the procedure.

But since he had already opened Line, he could also see Zhouri Ningjing's still dim chat window.

The message should have been received; not replying to me means she has other plans.

It's not strange for the client to conceal something from the mercenary; he also began to get used to Zhouri Ningjing concealing certain information.

Low participation in the event doesn't matter; as long as the commission is completed, the mercenary is essentially a worker—diligent effort on the job, and effort outside work doesn't earn extra pay.

Besides, there's no overtime pay; her not replying probably means nothing unexpected happened……

Aomo began trying to be a bit more optimistic.

"... Linton trainer," Chazuo also happened to hand over a coffee cup printed with Godzilla at that moment, "here."

That is naturally Aomo's own coffee cup; the personal items he brought to this activity room are not just training equipment.

Oh, thank you very much, Chazuo.

Aomo, having taken the coffee, smelled the familiar rich aroma; a bit of frost condensed on the cup's surface, and he couldn't wait to take a sip, exhaling a breath: 'Truly a comforting quality.'

I can give you a can of coffee beans.

The coffee topic, especially when praised, almost visibly changed the demeanor of this black-haired little girl.

She went from reserved to proactive, her voice also grew a bit louder.

This caused the sole black tea party member here to smell the aroma, look over, then shake her head and avert her gaze.

That's too precious; I can tell your coffee beans are of excellent quality, they must be quite valuable…

Well, it seems not only Manchester Chazuo has entered an 'abnormal state'.

Ailisuzhi lifted her gaze again, her expression somewhat pitiful.

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Drinking this stuff, you're not afraid of not being able to sleep.

Someone who can't find a companion can only make a sour remark.

Actually, this can also be aided by meditation; would you like me to teach you?

Suzi, hearing this, instead became even more annoyed and buried her head back into the experiment.

Seeing her reaction, Aomo subtly turned his head toward Chazuo: 'Chazuo, didn't you also teach her before?'

His thoughts shifted quickly.

The girl who didn't use Aomo's technique to cool the coffee took small sips and nodded.

Finally, she added a little more: 'She actually learned it.'

Aomo chose to remain silent, glanced at Suzi whose facial skin was slightly flushed, then shifted his gaze back and continued drinking coffee.

Less than a minute later, Suzi's greeting came.

Guinea pig!

Hmm? Aomo replied nasally.

Staring at the black liquid in the cup, as if pondering whether to classify it as soy milk.

We need to verify the results as soon as possible.

That probably means hurry up and go back to sleep… Aomo looked up at the ceiling, then lowered his head amid Chazuo's hesitant gaze and drank the remaining coffee.

Thank you for the hospitality." Aomo said to her.

Then he said to Suzi: 'Don't stay up waiting for news.'

Suzi, who had just been sulking, upon hearing this raised her head in surprise: 'Does it really take that long?'

Perhaps, I guess.