Chapter 597

NO. 179: Green Bamboo Memories: 6

Huh~ Have you finally cultivated the consciousness to take initiative in caring for me? Guinea Pig~

It's still the same activity room, but Zhouri Ningjing's figure is gone; Aomo holds a stack of cards, showing them one by one with their backs facing outward, placing them on the small table.

Not far from the small table, the brown-haired horse girl just lifted the drink placed beside the centrifuge; her eyes, with flowing light gratings, looked satisfied at the thick, rich licorice label on the cup, and after a sip she appeared even more pleased.

Her favorite drink is naturally black tea, but few horse girls can resist the sweetness of 8300, especially since she already has a sweet tooth.

Her love for black tea and sweets is evident; when she incessantly pesters Chazuo to make coffee, the milk and sugar she adds are enough to make Chazuo want to raise a fist.

Only by holding Bourbon down can we avoid a bloodshed incident.

What? You're asking what Aomo is doing?

Aomo closes his eyes, calms his mind, meditates, to avoid a scandal where the training staff conspires with other horse girls to inflict corporal punishment.

Frankly, the demon thinks making someone wear a board around their neck to confess shouldn't count as corporal punishment.

This is still a tradition he heard from Chaldea; roughly speaking, it's recognized as part of otherworldly human history.

But that isn't important right now; after placing the last card in his hand face down on the table, Aomo finally lifted his head: 'When you see unusual enthusiasm, your thoughts shouldn't be so optimistic; you should consider whether you need to give something up, Miss Suzi.'

He lowered his head again, gazing at the card group that hadn't increased despite several failed draws this morning: 'For example, you need to burn off these calories in this afternoon's training.'

"Guinea Pig, are you really a demon who insists on equivalent exchange?" Suzi, holding her honey special drink, walked over indifferently, slightly leaning to look at the row of cards on the table, "What are you doing? Trying a draw?"

"A futile divination for others requires multiple attempts to synthesize results," Aomo said, raising his hand to gesture, "Come."

"Me?"

"Even with my eyes closed I can feel the pattern beneath the cards, so I'm not suited to draw them myself."

Suzi, hearing that, didn't dwell on it, simply drew a card at a glance, then handed it to Aomo: "What is this? Has spring come for you, Guinea Pig?"

"..."

Looking at the card the other party handed over, 【renki】/Lust Ghost, Aomo fell silent for a moment and took the card.

"Strictly speaking, this means a peach-blossom calamity, a bloody sad love," Aomo said, placing the card into the box at the corner of the table, "but as I said, a futile divination requires drawing two more."

"Alright, then how about this one?"

Suzi cooperatively drew two more cards, glanced at them, and handed them over.

Although the various schools of the divination department nowadays also have systematic and orderly knowledge, Suzi also does not discriminate or doubt it.

But the trainer's use of monster cards for divination is still rather strange; she, not being familiar with these monsters, cannot see what meaning they might have.

While Aomo looked at the two cards she handed over, one was 【gan-q】/eye q, the other was 【acekiller】/Ace Killer, he couldn't help but furrow his brows, somewhat conflicted as he raised his hand to rub his chin.

"Grudge and murder? What the heck is this..."

"Who is this for?" Suzi, hearing his muttering, didn't pay much mind, picked up her drink and walked over to her test bench, leaned in to carefully check the automatic potential-difference titration device, then turned to look at the readings on her high-pressure reactor.

These devices often cost tens of thousands of federal credits, and more advanced ones can reach hundreds of thousands or even millions; together with the assorted odds and ends placed on Chazuo and the various training tools placed by Aomo, they give the activity room a perpetually subtle style.

But the members who use this activity room obviously don't care; Suzi even continued the parameter adjustments she had left unfinished when she first arrived this morning.

For the ten-minute break between classes, it's truly a race against every second.

"For those seeking help."

"? Who?"

"I'm not sure, I'm also wondering who it is," Aomo said while gathering and tidying the cards on the table, his movements having the smooth, flowing grace of a magician's performance, even somewhat flamboyant, "It could be the next client, or the school's horse girl, or perhaps Chazuo mentioned Glory Advance Shine and Aimu Zhiji, who said they're interested in me."

"But generally speaking, our crude divination has considerable distortion; there's no need to worry too much about it."

"Are those two interested in you?" Suzi glanced up slightly, "Is it related to that new cosmos?"

"Before meeting them, everything is uncertain, but you have indeed raised a possibility I hadn't considered before; perhaps I should just send a message to Chazuo to inquire on my behalf."

"Speaking of Chazuo, has that guy Zhouri Ningjing come to school?"

"Have the rumors of a doppelgänger already surfaced?"

"Indeed, when Shuma Jun and Yamato Jun came rushing over together, I wondered if something big would happen today."

"It should be known in an hour or two; this major event is crucial for your cohort and those after."

"Not saying it directly? Tunshu Jun, when did you get so cryptic? Side effects of the divination simulation?"

"The competition is being reformed, the race distance lengthened; exactly how much, probably about double."

"Huh? Finally going to change?"

"Yeah, the gap will probably go from one and a half minutes to a bit over two minutes," Aomo said calmly, "Miss JunChuan once cited an example whose reference value is uncertain; the change should be based on last year's average speed statistics of horse racing."

"Average speed..." Suzi murmured wistfully.

"Starting speed, constant speed, acceleration and sprint — each stage has different speeds, and the distance divisions for the early, middle, and late phases will also be adjusted accordingly; bookings for the racetrack in the coming days should fill up."

"So you'll go join the crowd too?"

"Look at you all," Aomo said, glancing at the several empty seats, "there's a lot to do at the start of the term, and there's no rush."

"How many times have Chazuo and Bopang come over?"

"Chazuo once, Bopang zero times; I guess the Rice Bath and Jade Algae sides are especially enthusiastic."

"So full of energy," Suzi said, lowering her head again, gazing at the instrument before her, then slightly lowering her gaze to her own feet.

"Tunshu Jun, do you have any thoughts on the competition reform?"

"Yes."

"You really answered without hesitation — I'll look forward to your thoughts," Suzi said as she walked out from the operator's platform, not forgetting to pick up the drink in front of her, "Then I should get ready to head back to class; are you going to stay here a while longer, trainer?"

"Just wait for an intra-school warm-up match this morning; it shouldn't take too long," Aomo gave a slight nod, "Before that I still need to go check on my superior."

"JunChuan JiangSheng?" Suzi looked somewhat surprised; as for who the trainer's superiors are, in this college without a vice-chairman, it's simply the chairman and the chairman's secretary.

"It certainly can't be those few from the student council, although they indeed hold authority over all trainers within the school."

"Exactly, she also happens to be a capable person well acquainted with most faculty and students."

"You really aren't simple about anything you do."

I'll just take it as you praising my efficiency.

Of course, the guinea pig I approve must keep up with my ability, and preferably also fully take care of my diet and daily life!

You're making things a bit difficult for the mouse.

That's the trainer.

The trainer wouldn't have this kind of function, and besides, shouldn't you be heading out? Get ready to display the final leg in the hallway.

For horse girls, it's just a small matter.

If caught by the discipline committee, it'll be a big deal.