Chapter 498: No. 81: Here, mutual fulfillment, through three parties

No. 81: Here, mutual fulfillment, through three parties

Usually, everyone is imperfect.

Having strengths means having weaknesses.

Moreover, there will be either an indirect or direct connection between them.

Because people often have pride, they become arrogant.

They often neglect cultivating the other aspect due to excellence in one area.

Because for most people, the demand on their own life is not to cultivate a well-rounded bucket, but to cultivate peak excellence on a single path.

Limitations such as limited lifespan, varying talents, and sometimes fluctuating passion hinder their intention to develop fully; for efficiency, they rush toward interest or talent, seeking and realizing their own worth.

Ailisuzhi is also such a person.

Because she likes research, she focuses on it, thus neglecting many things, to the point that even daily life becomes hard to manage.

The hand that can hold a test tube without trembling cannot make decent cooking.

The keen eye that can precisely judge tilt angle and dosage values only observes words and expressions for slacking off.

A super-strong brain capable of encompassing physics, pharmacology, mathematics, and computer programming cannot help her do housework well.

It's not that she can't learn; she simply doesn't study.

She deems that learning unnecessary, so she shifts that study time to research.

And when she someday starts cooking, you should also be careful.

——Whether the dish contains an excessive amount of additives that shouldn't exist?

The answer is usually affirmative.

Just like her tea that only tastes like black tea, after drinking it, what reaction would there be……she often holds a small notebook and asks you.

Undoubtedly, Ailisuzhi deviates extremely from the public in attitude toward life.

And she doesn't care, still acting willfully and selfishly, yet possessing an extremely sensitive and delicate heart.

In this regard, her friendship with Qian is a case of like-minded souls appreciating each other.

She usually appears as if she doesn't need friends, yet inside she longs for friends more than anyone.

Aomo once, while idly daydreaming, compared the girls' mental fortitude at the office, roughly ranking: Wave South > Chazuo > Suzi ≈ Qian.

Those two are truly small fry.

She often looks like a bit of a social terrorist, but actually she's the one most afraid of 'no one paying attention to her'.

Normally, their kind mutually exclude each other, but social terrorists can form gangs.

If we analyze from this point the inner core of their daily 'mischief' actions, it actually contains somewhat of an elementary school boy's self-display.

Moreover, it's a self-display of forming cliques.

At most, it's just a difference in proportion.

It's worth mentioning that Suzi's proportion is half that of Qian.

The reason isn't that her 'elementary school boy level' is low, but that her mischief count is too high, and her mischief motive is also halved due to 'love of research'.

You can't easily say whether her mischief motive is to draw your attention or purely experimental need.

After all, she has always been that solitary researcher, viewing most people as if they were future guinea pigs (white mice).

The guinea pig's dissatisfaction is insignificant, its advice need not be heeded; it is merely a carrier for verifying the experiment, forever unable to shake the invincible researcher.

But besides that, an extremely small portion of people can be seen by her as companions.

Know that when she regards you as a companion, it equals opening to you the right to interfere with her.

And a trainer is precisely the position that can directly interfere with the lifestyle of horse girls under campus rules.

Thus, before Aomo, Ailisuzhi had never served as a trainer.

No horse will voluntarily hand over the 'rein' unless it deems you qualified to travel alongside it.

Outstanding individuals have their own pride, and the frenzied horse-girl researchers are even more so.

She utterly trusts her judgment, and precisely because of that utter trust, she is convinced her legs lack the qualification to vie for first on the track, unless she finds a direct way to improve leg quality; otherwise she has no intention of facing the fate of bearing a horse girl's soul.

Then, a youth named Aomo Lindun appeared.

In the manner of being forced by her into a desperate situation.

That youth turned the tables, from one angle—planning—and showed her a foreign field.

Just as everyone describes the difficulty of obtaining the Triple Crown throughout history: the swiftest speed wins the Satsuki Prize, the one who exhausts luck's fortune holds the Jidong Derby, and only those with the finest planning and most perfect execution can win the Chrysanthemum Prize.

Planning has always been an indispensable part of competitive events, recognized by the public.

Those who shout 'scheming is shameful' and 'only calculating is laughable' are also at best second- or third-rate.

First-rate athletes and trainers never make those excuses; they simply secure victory in their own ways.

Indeed, at that time Aomo Lindun was merely an unknown, even barely passing a small mock exam proctored by the chairman, a newcomer trainer.

His promise was enough to be called the bravado of armchair strategy.

Why did Ailisuzhi accept that paper contract? Simply because she had never considered the path of 'planning'?

Of course not.

——

"Hey, I've been waiting for nearly ten minutes!"

In the brightly lit long corridor, the brown-haired horse girl lifted a tote bag, impatiently gazing at the distant black figure slowly approaching.

Quite unlike her usual slightly panicked shouting, this counts as proof she's entered competition mode.

"Sorry, the response process took more time than I expected, and the resurgence of Wave South also slightly exceeded my expectation."

"Whatever, isn't that also a way?" she said, sizing up the youth approaching her, the brown-haired horse girl showing a slight smile.

Her smile is extremely oppressive; when her red eyes flicker behind the light grid, it makes people especially uneasy.

Anyway, you should have resigned yourself by now; there's only one path you can take, so there's no need to worry about what other guinea pigs think—this way you can even save some effort.

The youth could only be considered half a person, so he felt nothing as he took the bag from her hand and walked ahead of the guide.

It's still different; even if there's only one path you can take, media that is properly guided will also become an excellent variable.

This experiment is very long; I want to try any possible variable.

Sure, I guess~ Normally there aren't many Suzi this easy to talk to, but she indeed appeared before Aomo's eyes, like the calm before the storm.

So, guinea pig, do you think you're a variable or a constant?

What decides this is your performance in this battle, right?

The Xinxie Racecourse, located at the western edge of the Jiemen District, which places great importance on the view of horse racing, has ample lighting in its corridors and even a simple structure; the two arrived at the changing room in the midst of their simple conversation.

Pushing the door open, Ailisuzhi, who had plopped down in a chair, first stretched lazily.

I haven't sat in a place like this for a long time, and I never imagined someone would be watching from the side.

Once I've said what I need to say, I'll return to the stands." Aomo placed the bag on the table without humility or arrogance.

Just in case, ask first: you won't also have to compete with Bourbon and Chazuo, will you?

You're asking such a stupid question—are you prepared to be laughed at by me?" Her smile was icy as she leaned against the chair back, gazing at the youth in the mirror.

Have some sympathy for the poor fool who has resigned himself but still wants to struggle a bit." The youth in the mirror felt a bit weak.

That weakness was just a moment, vanishing with the following words:

Since you've decided, is there anything you want to say?

He asked, slightly bending forward, looking at the girl in the mirror whose ten fingers were pressed together like a tower.

A dark red suffused his vision, the same red she was also most familiar with.

You don't expect me to say the same things as her, so you can ignore this side's jokes, right?" She retorted, grabbing the tie beside her with her other hand and pulling the snake-and-moon mark on the black tie until it was taut and slightly curled.

And her eyes were merely fixed on the youth in the mirror.

The youth also merely gazed at her in the mirror; both of them stared at each other through the mirror, gazing at their similar eyes, and after a moment they laughed in unison.

One was vocal, the other silent.

The vocal one laughed as dangerously as ever, while the silent one grinned wide enough to split the corners of his mouth.

That also makes sense," said the silent one.

So... this time I will witness it with my own eyes.

Their winning method, I've found and summarized; now it's your turn," the crimson twins engulfed in black flame gradually turned into silver pupils, reflecting the horse girl's laughter that seemed about to turn dangerous, escaping from between her teeth, "Show me your ability."

It's exactly this attitude, indeed this arrogance, and even more that unconscious smile!

A novice trainer already bears the demeanor of a top-tier individual, even to the extent of a madness rarely seen among top-tier individuals.

Let Ailisuzhi, upon first glance, already be able to realize……

That is their kind.

Only challenge can let them live; only risk can make them serious.

Such similarity should be retained no matter what.

Rather than let them hide in mediocrity.