Chapter 199

Will a horse girl come to pick him up?

Under the combined effect of relief from venting his emotions and the alcohol, Nishizaki Yutaka slumped over the counter and fell into a deep sleep, while Aomo, sitting nearby, activated the light screen to check the time and turned his head toward the bartender not far away.

Miss Dazhenhan once said she rarely had the chance to clean up the mess, and it's Tokubetsu Shu who have it rough.

Sure, just leave him be." The bartender was wiping a glass he had just collected, not caring at all about the dead-drunk old customer.

Usually it's Miss Tokubetsu Shu and Miss Mute Suzuka, occasionally Chaoji Xiaohaiwan, those are the only horse girls who come to this bar.

I thought only trainers were allowed here.

Just came to pick up a drunk, not to drink," the bartender snorted, "You might need me to contact your assigned horse girl later.

Hearing that felt kinda crappy.

Then it's still a hassle for you to find someone else," Aomo also snapped.

"?" The bartender heard that, first startled, then realized, "Oh… your subordinate is that person…

How to put it? Even Ailisuzhi's reputation has reached this place?

No… change the angle…

This bartender's job, like a taxi driver's, belongs to an alternative kind of information worker.

The calmness when we first met isn't necessarily his nature; it's more likely he'd heard about the customer's condition beforehand.

My colleagues often mention me here?" he asked from that angle.

And the bartender just kept wiping the glass, saying, "It's not that they mention me often; you can see this place is pretty quiet."

Indeed, turning his head to see the empty sofas, long tables, and partitions, he could feel a sense of emptiness.

Although this bar is prepared for trainers, not many trainers need alcohol, and it only gets busier on special days, like before and after races.

After wiping a few glasses, he considered his work done; the bartender walked over, slightly bent down to look at this guy's awful sleeping pose, and shook his head.

This guy's different—he comes almost every day, constantly wound tight like a bowstring; I'm really worried he'll drink himself to death here one day.

What a vicious remark—only a true enemy or a true friend could say such vicious things calmly; the bartender called George is clearly the latter.

In this Jidong Derby, his subordinate, the little girl called Tokai Teio, won the championship; I thought he'd be too busy with various matters to come today, but who knew he'd also made an appointment with you.

Indeed, over these two days, as a trainer he not only has to deal with reporters for his horse girls, prepare aftercare and maintain their condition, but as the trainer himself, being an image ambassador for the association, he will definitely have some event arrangements sent from the association…

Even Aomo, who has just started actively taking on duties, feels his head swell when he imagines this person's life.

Looking at this guy's relaxed, drooling asleep face, he couldn't help but sigh:

Being this busy and still planning to check on Miss Dazhenhan's situation counts as a sense of responsibility worthy of a model trainer.

Unlike the public image he puts on, also unlike the frivolous impression on campus, Nishizaki Yutaka's third face appears instead when he's before a drink, as if trying to escape responsibility.

You also have to see how much he remembers the next day; when he occasionally blacks out from drinking, he truly remembers nothing at all. But this guy has at least undergone a fourth‑level modification, and the crystal core will help him remember.

The bartender splashed a bucket of cold water, then straightened up to look at Aomo beside him.

So, customer, are you waiting for his subordinate's girl to come pick him up?

How? You're not going to rush me out, are you?

Why not? Although customers who come to the bar and order plain water are mostly unwelcome, the shop's expenses are all covered by funding from the chairman, so there's really no liquor sales quota.

I just wanted to say, if you're waiting, would you like to actually order a drink?

You just said there's no liquor sales quota," Aomo said, somewhat speechless.

Shouldn't we at least give the customer something?" the bartender spread his hands, "Especially since this customer is still conscious, my professional ethics don't allow this situation.

Your professional ethics sound like a crime? How come you didn't show it before?

You two chat, the bartender doesn't interject—that's also professional ethics.

Fine…" Aomo pondered a moment, then asked, "Do you have white wine?

Riesling?" the bartender, as if expecting it, immediately named the well‑known white grape variety from the Bordeaux region.

Yes, please bring one." Aomo nodded.

Just as the bartender had suggested, he indeed decided to wait for Nishizaki Yutaka's horse girl to arrive before leaving; since they'd made a mutually beneficial proposal, he naturally ought to put in a bit more effort.

But first he should help this guy onto the sofa to lie down; thinking that, he lifted him up, and at that moment he also heard the faint footsteps that the bar door hadn't fully blocked.

He didn't turn his head, just stared as the person entered—also not polite—but he had already 'rudely' heard the person's muttering, so he didn't step forward.

He actually stopped because of the motorcycle at the entrance; Vodka really isn't reliable, and I don't know what kind of shape the trainer is in now…

Vodka (vodka), although it's a liquor name, is also the name of a horse girl, one of Nishizaki Yutaka's team, and it's recorded in Aomo's information database.

She's expected to participate in the debut race next year; compared to the Sky Shrine, she leans more toward a delinquent temperament, seeking coolness and liking motorcycles—but compared to that… the motorcycle at the entrance is Aomo's.

But Aomo isn't worried about what might be done to the motorcycle.

The Frontier Lighthouse Company's anti‑theft system is never shoddy, and the Beta motorcycle is so solid it borders on black tech—sturdy enough to be used as a weapon, with integrated durability; Aomo himself wouldn't know how to modify it, and he's not worried about anyone stripping parts or slashing tires.

The point is, in the information file on Vodka, it's inevitable that another horse girl will be mentioned——

——Daiwa Scarlet (daiwascarlet)

She's both a roommate and a rival, and even in campus life they've been competing; their relationship is so close that Aomo can mention them together in his information synthesis, which is already extraordinary, and even from this voice, even if they came to pick up a drunken trainer, these two are a team.

Uh…" The slight, hesitant sound of someone pushing the door open due to an unexpected situation was crystal clear to Aomo's ears.

After all, the bar lacks soundproofing.

At this moment he could more clearly sense the gaze coming from behind him.

Excuse me, are you Trainer Aomo Lindun?

Finally here? Classmate Daiwa Scarlet.

Aomo turned his head and gazed at this brown‑haired horse girl who was more affable than Vodka.

Just as there had been no prior contact, with only one‑sided knowledge from information gathering, Aomo feels more kindly toward her because Ailisuzhi occasionally mentions this lower‑classman.

Although the researcher's victim has many names, it plainly shows that the perpetrator truly values his 'experimental subjects'.

But even among guinea pigs there are differences.

The treatment of the name "Dahe Chiji" is obviously higher than that of the large group of guinea pigs; Suzi calls him Dahe sir, and enjoys the same treatment as ailishuma.

Ailishuma, after all, is a roommate, seeing each other every day without fail, while Dahe Chiji is an underclassman with few opportunities to meet; being able to receive Ailisuzhi's special regard under these circumstances, Aomo naturally pays more attention to him.

Also, I just can't figure out how Dahe Chiji's model of an outstanding student and the Special Research hidden science monster have nothing to do with each other; could it be that Dahe Chiji's physique is simply very suitable for drug testing, able to show the efficacy in the most direct way?

Of course, asking this question directly to the person themselves is the most straightforward, but it's precisely because the person's answer sounds unreliable that he can't figure it out.

"You're quite a hardworking kid, aren't you? Feels rather friendly, not convenient to lay a hand on." — Suzi.

That doesn't sound like something she'd say; Aomo really wanted to give her a psychology lesson, but seeing her microexpression, it doesn't look like she's lying, so we can only assume she suddenly went soft, okay... The usually infamous responsible horse girl being able to act like a normal person in front of some underclassman— as a trainer, he ought to be happy about this.

Aomo didn't continue to pursue it that time, merely keeping a slight eye on Dahe Chiji,

But right now it's apparently not appropriate to stare too much, right?

Faced with those eyes as gorgeous as red agate, Aomo, who still wanted to leave a good impression in front of the other party, slightly restrained his habit.

"I was planning to help Mr. Nishizaki onto the sofa and then wait for you."

"Oh, Miss Dahe Chiji has arrived? Are you leaving now?" The bartender also came out holding a plate at that time, warmly greeting, and moreover raised the glass and bottle filled with a drink in front of Aomo.

"Are you still drinking this? You've already waited for the person."

"Eh, am I interrupting something?"

"No, it's fine," Aomo, still supporting Nishizaki Yutaka with his right hand, raised his left hand, and the silver-white magical giant claw extended toward the bartender, pinching the glass with two fingers amidst the other's almost cheering and shouting sounds, then quickly retracting back into his hand.

That hand holding the glass also rose to the lips, and drank the clear, transparent liquor in one gulp.

"What a wasteful way to drink, though it was I who started it, so I really have no right to complain." said the bartender helplessly.

And at that moment, Aomo once again employed his old trick, placing the glass back on its tray, saying: "I'll have the rest later."

"You're testing my packaging skills, huh," the bartender laughed helplessly, "but it's not impossible; next time I'll still serve it in its original flavor."

"Then please," Aomo said, turning again to the horse girl who couldn't keep up with the rhythm and didn't quite understand the scene, greeting her: "Classmate Dahe Chiji, you're probably not the only one coming to pick him up, right? Why not ask her to help?"

"No need, I'm alone," "I am here!"

Trainer Lin Dun! I'm Vodka!

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Another brown-haired but gray-eyed horse girl, quickly closing the distance from the door in two strides, her face that should have been cool and heroic instead overflowed with unexpected enthusiasm.

Her eyes even seemed to have stars twinkling.

Aomo didn't think that earlier scene could provoke such a reaction from her, so it could only be...

"Is that motorcycle outside yours?"

Looking at her, she truly likes motorcycles, just as the information said.

It seems she truly likes motorcycles, just as the information said.