Chapter 598: NO．180：Telesen Ironman Legend

NO．180：Telesen Ironman Legend

【Yuehuanshe: Miss JunChuan, may I visit?】

【Miss JunChuan?】

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In the college department, at one side of the chairman's office, Aomo, holding a drink, knocked on the door that was exactly the same material as the neighboring one.

No response.

It was so quiet as if empty, prompting Aomo to subtly eye the door handle, reach out and turn it, and the moment he sensed there was no lock, he glanced at the empty hallway and immediately pushed the door open.

He saw documents stacked nearly half a meter high on the desk, and could still hear the faint breathing mixed within the pile.

He closed the door gently and stepped forward, Aomo slowly approached and placed the honey special drink on the few empty spots on the desk.

He moved to the back of the desk, saw the green-clad secretary's weary sleeping face, the young man thought a moment, then raised his knuckles and lightly tapped the chair back.

"Eh… ah, Trainer Lin Dun… how…" With sleepy eyes, beyond doubt, even showing signs of low blood pressure, JunChuan JiangSheng fell silent for a moment, as if waiting for a boot to succeed, then suddenly sprang up, "How long have I slept?! Ah!"

As she stood up, the stacking blocks on the desk began to wobble, but Aomo was quick-eyed and quick-handed, his right hand forming a claw, he firmly pressed down, and simultaneously a silver magic claw appeared from above and pressed down.

Steady and clang, you can forever trust the Mage's Hand ver1574, until the Mage Union Association releases a more convenient new version.

"Thanks, thank you," and seeing this, JunChuan JiangSheng had mixed feelings; when her slightly eased heart caught sight of the honey special drink at the desk corner, she lifted it again, "Um, Trainer Lin Dun, that honey special drink is...?"

She asked nervously, seemingly unaware that just looking at the plain packaging's back could reveal the drink was problematic.

Of course, this couldn't entirely be called a problem.

"You can even recognize it this way—do the students really love it that much?"

"Um, ah, yes, then Trainer Lin Dun, this is..."

"The girls around all like this; I figured maybe I could bring you a cup too."

"I see, I... no, nothing."

She wanted to speak but stopped, while Aomo, as if oblivious, suddenly said, "10:24."

"...?"

"I don't know how long you slept, but I know it's 10:24 now," he lowered the finger activating the light screen, stepped back a few steps, sat on the nearby guest chair, and said, "Can you handle multitasking? If not, I can wait a while."

"Ah, can," seeing Aomo like that, she no longer considered formal reception, sat down again, JunChuan JiangSheng swiftly grabbed the documents and pen before her, and asked, "What brings you here?"

She made no mention of her earlier blunders, nor the earlier ones, and JunChuan JiangSheng glanced at the desk without a trace.

Fortunately there were no water marks; although she dozed off accidentally, her sleeping posture shouldn't be bad!

Probably… JunChuan JiangSheng was a bit uncertain.

Besides, no one had ever evaluated her sleeping posture, and she couldn't possibly record herself.

She couldn't help but lift her eyes, peeking through the gaps in the document pile at the Lin Dun training officer seated on the side chair; his vision, now with an extra pair of glasses, gazed into the void, his stern, serious look making it seem as if he were also busy with official duties.

"I already thought you might collapse from exhaustion, so I came specially to check on you, though I really hope I'm just overthinking."

He swiped past a new message from Xin Tiaoqi, then another similarly titled 'start of school' message from a certain Bi-surnamed alien, and Aomo couldn't help but sigh.

Everyone's ages are hardly different; even Bi Ze is a bit older than me, yet they're still stuck in school.

And I, meanwhile, have become a prison guard!

Heh heh!

Feeling so delighted inside, Aomo kept a calm exterior, and incidentally swiped away the new message from Penguin Logistics and the notification from Gui Yuan Zhi Tang.

These two groups are just like the training officers' chat room—Aomo checks them whenever he has or hasn't anything to do—but the water group depends on having enough free time, and he naturally doesn't now, since he still needs to send a message to a certain aircraft still roaming the data universe.

"Um… actually, well, my time planning has run into a bit of trouble."

He had wanted to say it was because Wan Shan and Qianming had forcibly taken him out for a drive and drinks last night, but JunChuan JiangSheng never got the words out; her pen paused on the document as she said, "Thanks for your concern, Trainer Lin Dun, though it's also a bit unexpected."

"What's unexpected?" Looking at the brief text report from the super special agent, Aomo had already grown accustomed to gaining nothing from the nodes left in the new universe.

He thought that if he could shrink the entire internet universe, things would be much easier, but for both netizens and internet users it would largely be an overly massive catastrophe.

"Just not seeing each other for a while, Trainer Lin Dun seems to have changed a lot."

"Probably just an illusion—just added a pair of glasses, still plain lenses." Aomo kept a solemn face while scrolling through the umastagram page.

On the first day of school, the horse girls were very active on their posts, not only in the central area but also locally, yet basically they were just meaningless tweets with hashtags like #ThanksTrainer#, #PeakReunion#, #Settling#, #OldSoldierIceHoneySpecialDrink#.

"I just feel that if it were the Trainer Lin Dun before summer break, he might have simply stated his purpose and then turned and left."

"It sounds like you're a player coming to fetch a quest from an NPC; do I give you that impression?"

"Hmm, Trainer Lin Dun really values distance."

Thinking of Wan Shan's complaints when drunk, JunChuan JiangSheng couldn't help feeling speechless; while she was busy with work, these people would freely play and socialize, but when they needed to vent emotions they'd drag her in!

That's not too bad either, after all she also worked overtime until she was emotional, and even took advantage of being drunk to shout a bit; the price is that now… she couldn't finish her work, fell asleep midway and was seen!

Fortunately it's Trainer Lin Dun; if it were Trainer Xi Qi instead, the news would probably spread instantly throughout the central circle.

"It sounds like you're saying I have no sense of boundaries," Aomo said somewhat speechlessly, raising his head, "Right, why not try that honey special drink? I heard it tastes better hot."

"Ah, um." JunChuan JiangSheng reached for the drink from the gap in the documents, but tilted the plastic cup entirely, causing her to involuntarily widen her eyes, and then she saw the cup that was about to fall off the desk instead float up entirely and land before her.

Aokeng commonly has telekinesis, but Mifelace.

"Be careful, Miss JunChuan. Your condition seems to have reached a certain point; I suggest you rest a while longer."

"No way, these tasks all need to be done ASAP; then at 11 I still have to go with the chairman to receive several TV station guests, in the afternoon we must hold the formal press release…… at night there's also routine patrols, and moreover the preview portion of the autumn season is also important, the campus selection competition also needs to start preparing……"

Feeling she was about to cry…… Aomo glanced briefly at the document desk, sinking into a silence hard to comfort.

Although her voice held no sob, Aomo watched her speaking softer and softer, thinking that at times like this he ought to recount the pleasant memories from vacation—yet he also recalled that during summer break she also had to manage that group of training officers and serve as the horse girl handler.

The integrated arrangements for the summer training camp also fell within her duties.

And at the end of summer, when those training officers were finally free……

This secretary was largely also carrying out preparations for the start-of-school affairs.

The fact that Treesen High's student self-governance can still function normally is precisely built upon the student council president's superhuman professional competence and the board secretary's ironman-like work perseverance.

What could he say?

He can't possibly work for her, can he?

Not to mention whether he has that ability, just those documents involving the school's stance are definitely not something a single trainer like him should be looking through, and frankly speaking…

JunChuan JiangSheng's problem isn't the secretarial work, but her own work attitude.

After all, a secretary doesn't need to handle every task, just as not all maids and servants are supposed to know how to fight, shoot, drive, cut people, or stop time.

JunChuan JiangSheng's inexplicable sense of responsibility has created this workload; just what she muttered earlier could make Aomo's scalp tingle, yet she is merely disheartened.

Then, after being disheartened for just a few seconds, she could again hear the sound of the pen gliding across the paper.

What does Iron Man say? Iron Man.

Aomo was considering whether to send Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Misheng a private message or something like that.