Chapter 463: NO．46: That

NO．46: That's why office mercenaries are so boring.

Although Qianming's representative spoke concisely, almost to the point of 'explain it to me in twenty characters or less'.

But when the other party isn't very willing to cooperate.

Laying it all out would actually be counterproductive.

"Resurgence invasion…"

"Electronic intrusion……"

"Extraterrestrials plus locals…"

The train of thought while chewing showed the standard categorization of this matter in Aomo's mind.

——Result, process, and actor; thinking in that order led to a silent spreading of the hands:

"I see, thanks for the enthusiastic share. I'll grab two more fruits; want me to bring you one too?"

"Give me two apple slices."

Most people would bring the information over with great enthusiasm, only to see this reaction and be stunned for a moment, but she obviously didn't care at all!

Even seeing Aomo stand up and obviously dismantle the soundproof barrier, she remained unfazed, merely waiting for him to hand over the plate before asking again:

"You really aren't interested at all?"

"Why would I be interested?" Aomo countered her, then turned to look at Bopang, who was just handing the microphone to Qian.

Being able to walk into a KTV, pick up a mic, and not worry about any mishaps was a wholly new experience for the cyber horse girl.

However, the past hour had also been spent getting them in shape and warming up, so even if they got a little carried away, it didn't matter.

"Extraterrestrials, huh! Although I'm not entirely sure, they're probably all alien time‑travelers, right?"

"That's indeed special, but this week I still have to watch the matches of Suzi, Bopang, and Chazuo." Aomo said, raising his hand in response to Qian's wave.

The latter also noticed Qianming waving at her in the same way, immediately gave a sly grin, and sat down next to Suzi.

This was somewhat meaningless, which made Aomo a bit concerned, but he also heard Qianming clap beside him and say, "I see!"

"Cosmos flower viewing… I still remember how, a few days before my debut race, my trainer was completely wound up tight!"

Aomo gave a slight nod to show he understood.

"So you can't expect a trainer like that to meddle in any case, right?"

"Even if she weren't nervous, she couldn't possibly get involved, but I think Aomo's trainer is different!"

"I'll tentatively take it as praise, after all, it'd be hard to accept otherwise."

"What's hard to accept about that? We're mercenaries!" Qianming cheerfully patted Aomo's back, "Getting involved in this sort of thing fits everyone's image of mercenaries perfectly!"

"The problem is right here, and nobody's sent me a commission, right?"

Aomo turned his head and glanced at the cyber horse girl who was already humming along to the music and opening her mouth.

"Youth Complex"/Youth Syndrome, apparently a song that was all the rage online, is worth praising more for the cyber horse girl not showing her usual stiff, cold demeanor while singing than for the song itself.

But this was also within the two of them's expectations.

After all, the 'coach' who initially tried to correct Bopang's speaking habits was precisely Qianming's representative, and Aomo had indeed heard Bopang sing before.

Singing and dancing, Central Tresen offers professional courses, and they are listed as required core subjects.

So you can certainly expect any horse girl who's studied at Tresen for over a year to have talented arts.

Even problems like being tone‑deaf or having poor coordination have long been corrected by those professional instructors.

They've already gone through the first round of things like pain masks.

And what the trainers are responsible for is making sure their efforts aren't wasted.

For these horse girls, dance technique is never the biggest difficulty; the stage itself is.

The school's dance practice rooms and even outdoor stages are top‑notch in equipment.

But the stage that draws everyone's gaze must be earned by the horse girls themselves.

And after earning that stage, you still need the psychological mettle worthy of it.

So Aomo summoned the Great Expansion Sun God, hoping to negotiate this matter.

The DJ horse girl, who's long frequented nightclubs and discotheques, can draw plenty of 'spectators' to simulate a stage effect.

Even in an OP‑level competition, the audience for the victor's stage won't drop below ten thousand.

Not to mention teenage girls; even adults might not dare face the scrutiny of those eyes.

However, when it comes to this issue, Aomo is actually confident in them.

Or rather.

Anyone labeled a 'problem child' isn't the type to care about others' gazes.

And coincidentally, these three under Aomo's command are considered problem children at Tresen.

Of course, horse girls being so special, the trainers aren't any better off.

"Even as an office mercenary, I'm not doing charity—especially since my situation is just a stone's throw from Miss Juncheon."

He said this while raising his hand to pinch a small gap.

Even just staying in a KTV requires timing his minutes; after leaving he still has to run a few laps to keep his condition, and he also needs to seize any spare moment to browse forums and check up on other horse girls.

As the competition day draws near, one can also feel the unique anxiety that a body of good teachers feels toward their students who are about to face their first test.

"What? You're saying even a good teacher wouldn't get nervous over a student's little quiz?"

"Well, then just think of it as an elder's concern for whether the younger generation has gone astray."

Aomo very much hopes to closely monitor the three horse girls' conditions over these days until they step onto the stage—although it's unlikely, but if they really do trip on the very first step, at least it shouldn't be because he neglected some part of his own preparation.

"Huh? You're that busy?"

"Of course, so did you bring any official letter of appointment or the like?" he asked.

"Ideally the kind where the remuneration and work scope are already filled out completely."

"No." Qianming's answer was crisper than the sound of her chewing an apple.

"No?"

"No."

"Forget it then." Aomo waved his hand and looked again at the high platform ahead.

In the midst of the song, the lyrics still called for revealing an extremely unrestrained wild nature.

The wild nature of the cyber horse girl…

Probably a few solar furnaces were stuffed into the deciding outfit…

Aomo idly thought, raised his hand together with the other girls to beat time above, then glanced sideways at the now quieter Qianming.

She was holding her phone.

"I thought you were recruiting people for the official side, but I didn't expect you to actually be investigating in your personal capacity."

She put down her phone, then turned her gaze to the mid-air, where she still had a terminal light screen visible; hearing that, she gave a light chuckle.

"For such a big matter, they won't let me get involved~"

"You really are a private detective?"

"Yes, and I even have a certificate," she swiftly pulled out a small ID, "cool, right?"

"If I remember correctly, you also have a trainer certificate and a medical certificate."

"You have a great memory!"

"Do you like collecting certifications?" Although I've heard of such people before, Aomo was seeing one for the first time.

"This is my parents' lesson: when you deviate from conventional work but lack credentials, life becomes harder."

"Quite true," Aomo nodded, "but there are also many opportunities in this world for the uncertified; even a short-term part-time job can earn a living."

"Aomo the trainer looks so sentimental! Do you have many certificates too?"

"Not really, I just learned many skills; compared to occupational certificates, this world has many jobs that can accommodate more skills."

"That's why I appreciate you!" Qianming raised her hand again, this time patting his shoulder, "I thought Aomo the trainer would definitely be interested, so I kindly gave you a heads-up!"

"Monsters? Maybe they'll show up, or rather, they definitely will!"

【84 "Too bad, if it's just monsters, it's not worth disrupting my schedule."

Unfortunately, just because it's a monster, it's not worth me disrupting my schedule.

Having played the song "Monster's Flower Song," Aomo remained unmoved: "Although I've always emphasized that mercenary work is my main job, during this period I'd rather be a responsible trainer."

"Understood, keep it up!"

"Don't rush to say such closing words; could you contribute some more detailed information?"

"... You wouldn't want to call the police, would you?"

"Are you planning to drag things out until the situation worsens? Miss Qianming."

"... The office mercenaries are so boring!"

Although she complained like that, she still swiped her hand, causing Aomo's terminal screen to suddenly light up.

A pop-up appeared asking whether he would accept the file.