Chapter 1937: line with translation of chapter title

NO. 557: That's quite a small circle.

This problem can't be said to have never been considered, but when other problems exist simultaneously, Aomo Lindun will first choose the latter.

From a professional knowledge standpoint, if one wishes to clarify the mystery surrounding the person involved in a relatively friendly manner, starting with the people around them is a classic approach.

And selfishly speaking, for the idol one has always believed in and longed for, it's indeed hard to directly ask the questions the idol has never voiced.

Not wanting to startle anyone, he wanted to take a roundabout approach.

Not only for idols, even demons toward close friends and relatives often take this attitude; direct questioning is always saved until all elements and conditions are fully gathered, because only then does one have the confidence not to mess things up.

So when he visited with questions this time, his direct questioning was based on various drafts, aiming solely at the other party's stance.

He did indeed achieve his goal.

Although everything seemed to have returned to square one, eliminating other worries in itself was the biggest gain.

But frankly speaking, if he had to choose between the speed symbol and the Ludaofu symbol to persuade with, he couldn't decide.

Given his situation, it's hard to say which side is easier.

So even though he gained something, he doesn't look very happy.

Just being able to read the wind of the main matter from Aomo Lindun's face is also a skill; in the classic procedure after the Queen Elizabeth II Cup opening, walking that round—his walk up the dedicated passage ultimately, only the Sirius symbol spoke:

"What's wrong?"

The brown-haired horse girl biting her hair tie, nodding, conveniently combs her hair from ponytail to bun at the back of her head; thus her rose‑red eyes calmly lower to the tabletop, as if thinking of other things, yet when she speaks she laments how the trainer has changed.

"How come I look like I've already lost before the race even starts?"

"I really believe you can win." Aomo laughed helplessly.

And Sirius also slightly curled the corner of her mouth: "That's really being rude to that follower of yours."

It must be said that different victory outfits often reveal different aspects of the horse girls; Sirius's attire, which emphasizes stellar qualities more, seems to restrain her wild, rough side.

The quiet face of her just now biting the hair tie and arranging her hair even let Aomo momentarily hallucinate Aimu Zhiji.

Just a moment.

When she spoke, that quiet, elegant, cool demeanor vanished entirely; she merely managed some expression, largely feeling that laughing too wildly would not match this outfit.

Since she already mustered courage to walk a different stellar path from before, she might as well display more of the noble qualities she previously didn't wish to show—Aomo thought that's what she was thinking, and also thought that idea was a failure.

One can only say that although it's not to the point of being described as 'original form fully revealed', after all, her noble and graceful bearing is also part of her upbringing; Sirius's symbol can still display the demeanor fitting a symbol when entering high‑end social occasions, and surprisingly, it's half‑and‑half voluntary and forced—she herself occasionally wants to change her image to enjoy others' astonishment… but indeed, her everyday image is still too deeply ingrained.

Deep enough that even her own habits unconsciously cover it.

—Once she starts running, it's still that old style; placed in past training, it's already given the trainer and teammates plenty to appreciate.

"Xiao Lu's training effect on Mi Yu classmate isn't bad, but surely the trainer should still trust her own horse girl more, right?"

"Then if that Ludaofu guy also joins this race, who do you think would win, me or her?"

"Why not consider Bai Ren and Qianming?"

"Don't go off on tangents!"

"At least they're teammates."

"That Bai Ren guy is only interested in the strongest battlefield at all, and isn't Qianming guy's obsession also like mine?"

"It's really rare that you still care about everyone."

"If you keep kicking me like this, who's really the master?"

"I never agreed to play that weird play."

"What's strange about discovering the possibility of a puppy in the trainer?"

"It's strange from every angle, Miss Sirius," Aomo silently raised his hands, placed them on her shoulders, looking at Sirius in the mirror gazing at his own palms, "Do you still remember you're supposed to be a canine image?"

"…Looks like I'll have to find a chance to let Suzi give you a potion to turn you into a dog."

"Saying such things, you should at least adopt a more calm tone instead of this resentful expression, which would make you seem like a disadvantaged group," he lifted his hand to remove the hair tie she was biting, Aomo silently looked at its wet end, "Also, you talk too much."

"Who's to blame for this!"

She waved and took a replacement hair tie from the service robot, then complained.

"Yeah, who's to blame? Who refused my suggestion to help her tie her hair?"

"Do you have an opinion about my self‑reliance?"

"Of course not," Aomo spread his hands, "In the past the horse girl always tried to take advantage of the trainer, but now she's suddenly focused on career and image management—I'm truly grateful.

"But I still recommend pressing that automatic button directly; the mechanical table's arrangement is more efficient.

"Claws! I'll do it myself!" Because she was concentrating on arranging her hair, Sirius tensed her movements.

"And what's called taking advantage? That's my favor to you; if you now feel it's a pity, it's too late.

"I only regret that this day couldn't come earlier; otherwise, in my humble opinion, you might still have some room for improvement.

"…"

Time seemed to drift back a bit; Sirius again lowered her head and nodded at the table, as if this remark had stirred some thoughts.

And Aomo merely sighed in a still‑flat tone:

"'If only it had been earlier,' this is a pain common in the sports world. It also makes me sometimes can't help but think, wondering if some horse girls are too lax, needing the trainer to push them in training, then their future would be worrisome.

"What can be done about that?" she suddenly spoke, and lowered her hand.

The ponytail not yet fully tied also became askew; seeing it about to slip sideways, Aomo silently sighed, lifted his hand to adjust it, and resumed the process.

Although it's strange, he indeed does.

Or rather, this is also one of his peculiar survival skills he has mastered.

And when he took over the hair‑styling, Sirius's voice came again, only unprecedentedly low and depressed.

"Being stimulated by a few young people's running, and by your questions about Ludaofu…… I originally didn't even care about this at all; I just wanted to have a fair showdown with Ludaofu.

"In the end, I still wanted to pursue something even higher than that?

"No." Sirius denied in a muffled tone.

Isn't it because Lu Na's training is always so steady and restrained that beating her would be boring?

No, don't joke around.

I'm not in the mood.

So it's because I'm simply not strong enough to make her take it seriously.

... At least you should have a sense of crisis.

Tianlang Xing murmured, and immediately, when Aomo lowered his hand, he turned his head to look at him: 'So if she takes part in this, who do you think will win?'

"Indeed, your chances are better." Aomo, who raised his hand and gently rubbed her head, looked at those drooping ears that had initially shown emotion.

This isn't your problem, and there's no need to treat it as your own.

But this is really...

"Yes," Aomo said, "so I will go resolve it."

Time is short.

So we must make the most of our time.

Hmm... I thought...

Nothing has changed; I was just a bit hesitant myself.

Okay.

Tianlang Xing, whose ears twitched slightly upward, glanced at his own reflection in the lens.

Being unwilling to accept defeat is a good thing; no horse girl would dislike herself for being faster...

You go out first!

Okay, don't push me; I'll walk myself. Do you still need me to wait for you outside?

Go sit with Lu... Lu Dao Fu!

Besides that is Chengtian Bai Ren...

Tell her to switch seats! Just say it was me who called for it!