Chapter 1941: NO.561：Sirius：The trainer is surely watching their own run

NO. 561：Sirius：The trainer is surely watching their own run.

"Hmm… that's not necessary either." Qianming, who had taken another look at Aomo, turned his head back and glanced at the unresponsive Wan Shan.

"After all, when she's around, we prefer to just go straight to the high ground and stand."

"Back then Qianming still liked to randomly call my name—things like Luduo, Lu Fu…"

"What's that random calling? Isn't everyone shouting that up front?"

"I remember the back was like that too." Aomo suddenly added, causing Ludao Fu's gaze to shift over with a hint of surprise.

"Exactly~ Luna's real name is really tormenting the Jidong people; back then even the host dared to suggest using the Lu Fu symbol for the match name, right?"

"Now they're just laughing about it," Ludao Fu, being teased, didn't keep his usual stern demeanor, but immediately retorted in the manner of explaining to Aomo, "I remember she was the one who got the angriest back then."

"That's also understandable." Aomo nodded.

"Past is past! Present is present!"

"Can you really separate them that much?"

"Now you're both emperor and student council president! If I register the Lu Fu symbol for you, I'll straight up agree~ right, trainer?"

"This…" Aomo raised his hands under the gazes of the two, "This falls under the range I'm not good at answering."

"How about watching Sirius's run, and also Mi Yu, the classmate under Xiao Lu's so-called secret teaching?"

"Changing the topic like that isn't good." Qianming already had a conclusion about the situation on the field; he not only shifted his gaze but also moved closer to observe the trainer sitting properly.

Getting close enough to almost see the skin texture on his neck, slightly upward there were faint stubble dots proving a minor anomaly in hair growth rate, but more obviously—

"Are you nervous? Trainer-san~"

"…"

A term of respect used only when teasing, but with a frivolous tone, it also made Ludao Fu turn his head; his much gentler gaze not only proved the appearance of Luna Mode, but also brought a similarly close observation lacking distance.

"Nervous?"

"With this distance, it's hard not to be nervous." Aomo stared straight ahead at the Saichang.

"Eh? The trainer clearly has one, two, three, four, five… so many girlfriends, yet still cares about this distance?"

"Saying is saying, but don't blow air on my face—I see the private booth system's distance warning is about to trigger."

The private booth system in individual areas is fine, but this kind of strict requirement that borders on outrageous for public area private booth systems is absolutely forbidden to be used for play.

Arose for this is the branch upgrade carried out by the private booth's built-in security system.

"Huh?"

Qianming also noticed that one of the indicator lights on the seat had already turned red, and he smirked as he re‑opened the distance:

"So you're really nervous? It wasn't this obvious before, right?"

"Don't make things hard for the trainer, Qianming." Ludao Fu might also crack a joke, maybe even a cold one, but the girl called Luna is an especially perceptive young lady.

As a lady from a prestigious family, the most important thing is those three words—consideration, in all its forms. In being considerate toward anyone, one must not only accept others' goodwill but also try to emit goodwill oneself.

Even if one lacks the power to refuse goodwill, one must still be refused by the other.

"No, nothing, Luna. Qianming's words aren't wrong either—this nervousness really is different."

In several brief and swift wording shifts, Aomo chose to be frank.

This feeling isn't the first time.

No matter how it's said, Aomo Lindun is still a traditionally developed person born from the womb; from childhood to over a decade, he's still had many chances to encounter hobbies, accompanied by high spirits and excellent condition—put him in the trainer line and he's practically perfect tuning.

Just as time passes and the count increases.

The stimulation remains vivid, the touch still novel, but the ability to cope and to shake off those sensations is growing.

Freshness hasn't faded, while maturity clings on at a speed far surpassing ordinary standards—this is the advantage of his abnormal mindset that lets countless people envy him, letting him early step into the realm of the established, easily distinguishing himself from peers.

It also let him early enter the acting field, becoming in some admirers' eyes a 'talent outstandingly gifted', 'born actor', 'perfect mirror'.

All I can say is, thank goodness they're just admirers; otherwise he'd have become a monster of many heads.

In this regard, Aomo's luck is still pretty good.

Not everyone can see through his disguise, but those who have, regardless of camp, express appreciation rather than curses for this skill—this is clearly rare.

Although many of them regard their skill as innate talent and praise it, saying they've seen through it but not examined it closely, but since Aomo isn't the type to cultivate pride in such a place, he doesn't care about it either.

What he cares about are the elements that can cause his disguise to fluctuate.

Especially not direct interference, but rather direct hindrance to his performance from the soul, spirit, mental level.

That often comes down to caring about himself.

No need to deliberately replay and investigate; he'll on the spot ponder the uniqueness of that state.

He's always like this—like a snake‑skin monster in a coffee shop part‑timer who just got hit with feelings, greedily enjoying that rare vivid sensation.

Regardless of good or bad, joy or anger, sorrow or happiness.

Anything that can pierce his layers of gauze covering and shake his spirit will be seen by him as a gain.

Yet among these there still exist many differences.

Just as the word 'like' shows many attitudinal nuances when facing different targets, like the feeling 'Oh no, I'm surrounded by idols!' right now, which is quite rare.

Being able to make a habitually cautious guesser, a pessimistic predictor, a person who should be listless or at least flat as a lake surface begin to have undercurrents surge and even waves appear—Aomo Lindun himself finds this both unfamiliar and delightful.

If it's this version of himself, he could make completely new insights in many decisions. And if this emotion could be woven into the run of Umamusume, or even not that far, just placed into the heart of this student council president who's already made countless people worry—

…

He exhaled a breath under the occasional glances from the two beside him and fell silent for two seconds.

As the commentary stand already announced Sirius had entered the vanguard's front section, while Mi Yu classmate closely followed behind in the middle‑section commentary, he suddenly said:

"After all, I'm actually everyone's fan."

"From a long time ago… but if we speak carefully, it might not be that special a period."

"That was… should I say two or three? Two or three? When the three were still on the field in the mid‑late stage, the formal name Ludao Fu Xiangzheng had just been called emperor."

He raised his hand.

Between the two, who silently kept in unison and, as if the roles of attack and defense had reversed, stared fixedly at Saichang—as if the running there especially attracted them both—the horse girls hovered.

With a pinch of two fingers, he produced that well-maintained commemorative coin.

At this time, those two still hadn't looked over.

Or rather, they hadn't looked over directly.

After all, that scorching gaze was still clear to Aomo at this moment.

One who had been a detective, seemingly also having done some other occupations, whose life skills perhaps were not inferior to one's own.

One who was a young master of a household, likely also not lacking in being imparted various instructions to cultivate leadership talent; such minor packaging of vision is absolutely nothing.

Yet they also revealed such a 'mistake', as if they too were in some novel state like oneself.

Is this possible? Two famous horse girls who lack no fans, even less likely to lack experience in receiving fans.

"So I hope to cure both of you."

"Right here, in one go, solve the problems that both of you have!"

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