Chapter 371: NO.134 Good Kids Have Their Own Worries

Living in the world, one inevitably faces the problem of laziness.

Aomo is no exception.

He often imagines himself sinking into the sofa or blankets, then fantasizing about a life of buying home robots or ordering takeout every day.

Now he has that financial capability, so what is constraining him?

It is the high expenditures over two consecutive months.

Moreover, he personally oversees the quality of the horse girls' meals.

Indeed, truly integrating nutrition science into the three daily meals of the horse girls one is responsible for is not a fixed target for trainers.

Rather, nowadays there are few trainers who cook for themselves.

Home robots, chef robots, and takeout.

The cafeteria of Treresen Academy, when normally open, not only provides free meals but also has quite high quality.

Therefore, trainers like Aomo who personally control the horse girls' three daily meals are not uncommon.

When brought up in the trainers' chat room, it once surprised colleagues, who all advised him that there was no need to be so meticulous, especially a certain trainer Xiqí Feng, who blurted out, 'A true man does not fuss over trifles; don't worry too much about the horse girls' daily meals!'

That is indeed something a trainer would say during Special Week.

That Japanese commander who can puff out a big belly just from eating both shows the miraculous pliability of the horse girls' bodies and somewhat makes one want to detain a trainer to inquire about recent conditions.

After he says that, he will be pointed at by Trainer Poti Xiangxiang.

And he repeatedly warned Aomo: the horse girls' dietary condition must still be managed; any fluctuation in weight, whether heavier or lighter, should be noted——

Then this remark provoked a surprised inquiry from Trainer Yanhui Er:

"Will the horse girls you are responsible for be willing to tell you their weight?"

Then several trainers gave a +1, and even included several faces that had been lurking for days.

Quite absurd, most trainers don't know the weight of the horse girls they are in charge of.

Although it's absurd, it is also reality.

And the reason for this reality is also quite arbitrary.

——The horse girls don't want to say, and you also aren't keen to force them.

Even if one puts forth the solemn words 'Trainers need you to be clear about your data,' not all the girls will listen.

Stubborn persistence, crafty evasion, and even reasoned argument.

Among trainers there are even those who are 'manipulated' by horse girls; given that both sides have no objections, you also can't say much.

All one can do is marvel at how colleagues' training policies each have their own characteristics.

And colleagues also marvel at his peculiarity.

Trainer Poti Xiangxiang, as a woman and a top-tier trainer, can understand such values through friendly interaction with the horse girls— that's enough.

Asking about weight between opposite sexes is already a major taboo, let alone for sensitive adolescent horse girls.

Has Trainer Aomo Lindun really never been kicked by a horse girl?

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It was only once, a food poisoning unrelated to the horse girls, and it could even be reimbursed by accident insurance— although before that, Store Manager Tongsheng had already covered the medical expenses.

Lying in Rhodes Island?

That was last month, and it also had nothing to do with the horse girls, right?

Just never imagined that in less than ten days he would have to cooperate with members of that company again.

He won't have to lie down again, will he?

Aomo thought, raising his head to gaze at the distant city line.

Thanks to the restriction on the use of many tech products in the Junction Gate District, the cyberpunk vibe in the cityscape is not strong; there are few floating cars in the sky, let alone large projections— in fact, even projections disappear under the restriction.

During special days like festivals, such restrictions are temporarily lifted, but today is just an ordinary day.

So there only the city lights and stars mingle at the border, speckling beneath the white eaves, as if crackling splashes of rain.

A very quiet scenery, making him yawn as he watches.

He just realized that his mental state is actually not good.

Undoubtedly the culprit is those two cups of coffee; even if Aomo doesn't want to recall, that oily-like subtle taste seems to linger in his mouth, even making him feel that eating dinner is like chewing wax.

By the way, tonight's kitchen mainstay is Chazuo, with Bo Pang assisting.

However, looking at the feedback from others at the table besides himself, the taste is probably not bad.

Only he has a temporary problem with his sense of taste.

It is also precisely because Aomo's condition is visibly poor that, when the kitchen is busy, a 'Trainers No Entry' data seal appears at the door.

Previously, the one barred from entering the kitchen was Bo Pang.

Now Bo Pang is no longer an appliance killer, and she has smoothly become a candidate for kitchen helper.

Aomo hadn't even had time to be happy before he himself got banned.

The child has grown up—— one ought to sigh like that, I suppose.

It's just that the kitchen has no place for him, which is rather disappointing.

Although cooking isn't a hobby, it has somewhat become a habit; before mealtime, if he's not in the kitchen he feels a bit uneasy, and even sitting on the sofa he used to love sinking into, he's not quite settled, constantly turning his head.

Then he was 'interrogated' by Suzi on his left, playing with her phone, and by Tea on his right, reading a magazine.

Starting with Suzi's glance at him and the line: 'Don't look~ the kitchen won't smoke.'

Then Tea, without lifting her head, said: 'Little Snake, you owe us an exhibition!' as a follow‑up.

Then came Suzi's interface: 'Yeah, we got a call from Bo Pang and rushed back, even Miss Suo En took leave to come see you— she was supposed to be looking at that booth over there.'

Ke La La·Suo En, a name that subtly matches the human form of the Golden Ancient Bridge Maiden from the 'Ultraman Monster Anthropomorphism Project'.

According to the author, they felt a certain pull of fate from the same‑named work of that monster‑girl project, and proactively contacted Abo Monster Ltd.

Its test compatibility, as well as the instant rapport with Chairman Yabulu, proved that astonishing compatibility akin to an isotopic counterpart from another dimension.

Considering the 'position' theory heard from Gui Yuan Zhi Tang and from Mr. Kai, Aomo thought…… Miss Suen's words, though full of the meaning of my pondering, were not impossible.

He recently even felt that trainer Mitoya Ayaka was really something like the Tongshengyuan, just not knowing which otherworldly trainer he could correspond to.

Perhaps there's nothing to correspond to after all.

If the world of the work 'Horse Girl' existed, even if there were a corresponding existence, it wouldn't necessarily become a trainer.

More likely, he's just a plain fan.

After all, he initially just studied horse racing.

If it weren't for the monster incident, how would he have come into contact with monster cards, leading to a series of subsequent choices?

Most Yuan energy cultivators do not doubt the existence of fate, and Aomo is no exception.

In fact, regardless of whether the fate Miss Suen spoke of exists, once she genuinely passed the compatibility test and accepted the monster factor transplant experiment, becoming a true Golden Ancient Bridge Daughter, this question is no longer important.

She has made her decision, giving substance to an illusory fate.

Respect and blessings, and besides that, also thank the other party for their concern.

He truly didn't expect that the silent, stoic Ace Assassin Daughter would entrust a colleague to look after him, and he never imagined that the colleague would actually accept.

Your workplace relationship is actually quite fitting with everyone's impression of the Monster Girl work.

Although the Golden Ancient Bridge Daughter in the fPOP comic is indeed the strongest and most wicked final boss.

It's better not to consider the positioning of different works; this lively, friendly local girl from Anmei District, seeing that he was unharmed, also bade farewell in a warm tone and returned to share her colleague's workload.

Such staff obviously have a way to return to another dimension, but even if she went back early, she still became a move Suzi uses to cooperate.

It was both a topic diversion and an attempt to strengthen his sense of guilt; Aomo sat down honestly to be served, and then came the communication symbolized by Moon Chariot, as well as a private chat with the Penguin Logistics boss while standing on this balcony.

On one hand gazing at this city, which is somewhat quiet temporarily due to the office's location being somewhat circuitous; on the other hand, he settled arrangements with the Great Emperor in a few words.

The moment the light screen was turned off equaled letting down his guard, and fatigue seized the opportunity.

It made him glance at the time again.

Only eight o'clock!

He was still yawning for the first time at this hour, which is poignant.

But thinking that just a few words had found him something new to do, he decided to save that feeling for a few days later.

"…Trainer."

"You also came to the balcony for fresh air, Chazuo?"

The voice came suddenly, but Aomo was not surprised.

The scheduled renovation starts tomorrow; before that, the extraordinary hearing of horse girls and demons still has leeway to catch footsteps.

Thus, Miss Shinjo Akari would feel out of place, often hearing the crowd's sound and, when everyone turned in unison, being half a beat slow.

"I heard from a friend that you're very sleepy."

"... Not really that much, but I am indeed tired."

Aomo slightly turned his head; his brown pupils glimmered with faint red threads, revealing a vague, hazy humanoid figure hovering around.

Even a demon's vision can't see it clearly; for such a weak spirit, it's better to go nurture it.

Although he thought so, the high-achieving students of the Spirit Summoning Department and the spirit itself always know the situation better than he does, so Aomo also refrained from commenting, merely giving a slight nod.

He also didn't pay much attention to their 'wind-borne message'.

"But hearing you mention a friend has lifted my spirits a bit; I even thought Miss Zhouri Ningjing was acting so unusually."

Chazuo heard this, froze for a moment, then realized the trainer was saying that 'friend' had always been unfriendly toward him.

But this time, it was not necessarily not an opportunity to improve the impression, because she knew: "…She asked me about your condition, also wanting to visit you…"

"And this time… I also didn't gloat on Umastagram."

"Indeed," Aomo nodded, "I felt the hard-won kindness."

He had thought the other party would gloat, and after noticing Umastagram's push notification, he never opened the app to check the details.

Anyway, looking would only cause pain.

Rushing onto the hot search terms by the way of going to the hospital after drinking coffee only brings a feeling of regrettable pity: 'It's a shame to meet you this way.'

"…Trainer."

In fact, the trainer's and 'friend's' words about easing relations are completely unresponsive to her; Chazuo has almost given up, but still feels weary because of it.

"My way of getting along with her is like this; in fact, it's already considered a decent relationship, so don't worry, Chazuo."

Compared to the expressionless Bo Pang and the overtly purposeful Suzi, Chazuo's thoughts are harder to discern; those dark gold eyes and slightly blunt demeanor seem able to hide many deep mountain ancient temples.

But in this desire to improve their relationship, she has not concealed it at all.

But is this necessary?

"It's not that only mutual respect as guests counts as kindness, Chazuo."

"Zhouri Ningjing has given you her best side entirely; that's all, and you shouldn't demand she split a bit for others."

He raised his hand and lightly patted her head, then Aomo walked past her side.

"I'm going back to rest; tomorrow there will be renovation, so I'll give you time off and get some early sleep."

No matter the era, renovation is inevitably noisy and unsuitable for you to catch up on sleep.

But Chazuo obviously won't think of that at this moment.

She remained frozen in place because of the first half of the sentence, and upon hearing the end, she merely gave a muffled reply:

"... Mm."

He felt struck… Aomo glanced back slightly at Chazuo's back.

Then he continued walking.

Such frank words, Zhouri Ningjing, that sis-con, would not say them straight; indeed, she wouldn't even have a roundabout way to say them.

It could only be him saying it, but he also doesn't think the child would have trouble accepting it.

It will merely be a little harder to digest; by looking back to see whether Zhouri Ningjing has questioned himself about his nonsense talk, one can tell whether Chazuo has gotten past it.

After discussing this chapter in yesterday's updated chapter, the author looked it up again and found that the setting of Kamen Rider Evolto is actually quite complete, like the full-body function EVOOmnibusSuits, which has a full-body shielding field for fighting in any celestial body and protects the transformer from harsh environments or enemy counterattacks, with strengthening functions applied according to stage.

The EVOMaterial armor amplifies special abilities, enhances the power of wave attacks and the generation and elimination of toxins, and enables spatial warping movement; it can also deform its parts, such as the head, waist, forehead, etc., but the snake-skin monster form remains rather vague.

As for the saying that a black hole equals e Zong's stomach, although I've seen it on Tieba, I didn't find it in the official books, so it's unclear whether the material was just missed in translation.

But that also makes sense, after all he indeed strengthens by devouring planets; destruction itself is a form of eating, so a black hole is hardly not a kind of mouth and stomach.

As for the idea that a black hole is not a black hole but merely an absorptive mouth… the author actually agrees with that.

After all, if it were truly a black hole, the moment it appears, regardless of size, Earth would surely face major problems; using a black hole as a portal is rather too wild, normally one would use a wormhole.

But all of the above are just minor issues, after all, at this stage no combat deployment has been arranged; in the background, the Pandora's Box is still being managed by Zhan Tu, and e Zong continues to enjoy the 'Humans are really interesting' spectator segment, not rushing to worry about the beast battle power issue (x