Chapter 407

Strictly speaking, three days is a two‑day torment journey.

If one wholeheartedly plays games to torment opponents, perhaps one could still be in decent shape, but that is after learning fatigue, then again tormenting opponents and oneself……

That would probably only cultivate a psychological pervert.

In order not to become a psychological pervert, Aomo engaged in the utmost psychological resistance, such as the water chat room while training the horse girls outside, also like inquiring about Miss Lu Daofu's situation over there, and also including attention to the Penguin Logistics chat room——

——He always felt the angels were plotting something, as if consciously excluding him; even the usually indifferent Mostima kept his lips sealed, evidently involved.

This probably isn't a good thing, making him unconsciously become wary of the third day.

And under such a state of opposition, when the third day arrived, he showed obvious utter exhaustion.

There is no more fulfilling real life than this; of course, there are also gains.

He already had confidence in passing the agency's rank‑promotion exam; as for the trainer aspect……

Back when he took the exam in front of the chairman and got a passing score, essentially he went through the back door.

But this back door remains permanently valid, until you commit a major mistake and lose your trainer qualification, or are assigned to a provincial horse‑girl school.

The standard for raising central trainers' treatment is not a harder written exam, but is judged by the performance of the horse girls actually trained.

Therefore, the gains in acquiring trainer‑related knowledge must still be shown in future training; this is indeed a long‑term process.

However, after summer vacation, the results should become visible.

Not long after Toresen starts the semester, there will be an internal selection meet for horse girls without trainer contracts to show themselves, and also a chance for mutual selection with trainers.

At the same time there will be a baseline warm‑up race for horse girls who have already entered formal training.

Although it is an on‑campus event, it also offers a substantial prize (paid out of pocket by the chairman), strong opponents (those who can reach the central level are essentially horse girls with G1 potential), and standardized rules and track quality.

Although it is for baseline assessment, it can also be regarded as a mock exam before the formal evaluation.

There are several such internal competitions during school; this is also one of the central administration's special perks (in fact, it's merely the enthusiasm of a certain chairman).

But thinking about after‑school matters early in the summer vacation is somewhat too hasty.

Aomo, entrusting his whole body to the sofa and lying in a salty‑fish state, mocked his own habitually drifting plans while wearing a calm expression, awaiting the message from Penguin Logistics.

But the message from Penguin Logistics didn't arrive; instead came the shout of a certain pink‑haired high‑school girl who had actually gotten up early:

「Xiao She! Xiao She Xiao She! Where are you!! 」

While shouting, she hurried down the stairs; the thump of her slippers against the wooden steps was truly a heavy, resonant sound, as if she had no concept of walking lightly.

This also made Aomo relieved that the apartment's soundproofing was finally done.

Otherwise, just this wave would have woken up every girl in the house.

Whether to go back to sleep, however, is another matter.

And now he had to reluctantly raise his hand and lazily call out: "Over here."

「Oh oh! 」

Although the voice wasn't loud, it was still noticeable in the quiet morning; moreover, the arm rising from the back of the chair made the girl at the stairway instantly turn from the kitchen direction, exclaiming: "The season rewards have been approved!"

「General Zoka's skin can actually be obtained! And we've even unlocked Zoge's second stage! 」

The girl holding a plastic bag stood before the sofa, looking down at the youth lying like a corpse.

「You've worked hard, Xiao She. You completed the task so excellently I'm wondering whether to give you a reward. 」

「Just give me a little peace and quiet. 」 Aomo let his hand drop and continued lying like a corpse.

「Huh? Just like that? 」

The girl tilted her head, looked at him for a few seconds, then imitated him by lying beside him, gazing at the ceiling and suddenly laughing: "It's utterly wasteful, like wishing for a cup of water on a Peace Star!"

「Really? 」 the demon's voice flat, "I think it's just a fake Peace Star again."

「Don't say that~" She raised her arm and slapped the youth's chest, the girl trying to defend her reputation: "It's not always joking, and it's rare to see you like this, Xiao She—surely it's hard to win, right?"

「I should say it's painful, but perhaps the other side feels even more painful; I've seen a few IDs of people I'm not sure I know, feeling like I might have offended someone."

「Huh? 」

「You probably don't know them—Carrot Hero, Bayan Sun Sword, Strange Engrave Badger… Good thing the game allows duplicate names, I hope the opponent isn't someone I have in mind."

「Also, next time before agreeing to something like this, I want to check your box."

「Such cold words, just like a sky knight checking his weapon panel upon meeting."

「Could there have been GBF in your era?"

「Only after coming to this world did I find out."

「Quite adaptable, huh."

「Exactly, this is a great world where even tomato juice can be listed in over twenty varieties!"

「Appreciating a place like this really leaves me unsure how to respond."

「"Just humor me a bit," Qian, who had suddenly sat up, looked at Aomo still staring at the ceiling: "Xiao She, you're always too serious with acquaintances."

「"By the way, this is for you."

She said, lifting the bag in her hand and pulling out an exquisite box from it.

「？」 Aomo slightly sat up, looking at the packaging, somewhat familiar: "The wagashi you bought a few days ago?"

「How could it have been left that long! 」 The monster maker was practically speechless at the demon: "This is a snack we bought together last night after queuing with Chazuo."

「Specially prepared for you! Don't dare say you don't like steamed buns, mochi, or dorayaki."

「You can already anticipate my words. 」 Aomo raised his hand to receive the box.

「Because Xiao She, you used to complain that seeing steamed buns in the game made you nauseous, so mainly it's dorayaki."

「Is it the kind that can summon a raccoon‑cat robot? 」 Upon opening the box and having a look, the queue‑worthy snacks are generally excellent, but the downside is that the quantity isn't large.

The snacks don't need to be many either; Aomo glanced twice, then passed the box over: "Pick a few."

「Huh?"

「We still have breakfast later; too much would affect the appetite."

Eh—— I was still planning to go back to my room and keep sleeping!

The girl made a move to leave, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed: "Finish eating before you sleep, huh… almost done…"

He glanced sideways at the midair.

"Almost done?"

Looking dubiously at the youth, Qian saw the other party lift their head:

The next second, Xintiao Qian heard a muffled door closing, followed immediately by footsteps walking down the hallway and then downstairs.

"…Master, Qian, good morning." That was Meipu Bohang, who seemed somewhat doubtful about the two's situation.

"Eh… uh… good morning." Looking at Bohang, then turning her head toward Aomo, Qian's mind wasn't slow; combining Aomo's previous remark, it wasn't hard to figure out.

This cyber horsegirl, who often shows precise time judgment in daily life, even has her routine so precisely stable that it catches the trainer's attention.

It is this self-discipline that fills her with awe.

"Good morning, perfect—you've got her watched, don't let her run off before breakfast."

"Eh?!?" "Are we supposed to do the same as usual with the Suzi team and the Chazuo team?"

Shouting things like 'let them eat and then just let them keep sleeping' is the daily routine of the other two horsegirls.

Although eating then sleeping isn't healthy, considering the training and daily care, it's still better than not eating.

"Yeah, same, so you watch her, I'm heading to the kitchen."

Saying that, he picked up the two gong-shaped cakes from the box in his hand and handed the whole box to Bohang: "You also eat two, as a pre‑meal snack."

"Yes, Master."

Bohang gave a doubtful glance at the sighing Qian and the expressionless trainer, then took the box.

"Then see you later."

Aomo said that and then walked toward the kitchen.

Meanwhile, the constantly lit screen he noticed out of the corner of his eye seemed to have changed—it was a new message.

From the channel of Penguin Logistics, Mositima initiated a private chat:

【Yuechi Logistics hopes to terminate cooperation, we've set a talk for nine o'clock—will you come?】

"……"

Yuehuanshe: 【Not coming, let them save face】