Chapter 599: NO.181: The Radiance of the Stars, the Burning of the Self

NO. 181: The brilliance of the stars, the burning of the self

Although the other party's office is right next door, people are generally not there.

Some people's dream is to sit in an office, while others are always escaping from the office.

However, everyone usually has the same attitude toward work number messages, so Aomo is also unsure whether Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan would respond to private messages.

Although I also thought about Suzi's 'energy-boosting potion,' but that thing also just makes Aomo become younger when he drinks it, and for others it generally pushes their physical age backward— for adults that means getting one or two years older.

Such side effects are generally especially deadly for women.

So Aomo never mentioned it at all.

But he didn't sit there until the school's internal warm-up training match began; instead, after Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan indeed replied to the message, he brought up Rongjin Shinyou and Aimu Zhiji to Secretary JunChuan JiangSheng.

It is well known that every position usually has a writing pillar, read as overtime man.

Penguin Logistics has a Yin Si, Central Tresen also has a JunChuan JiangSheng, Rhodes Island has a Doctor Luo Xia, and Chaldea…… it is said that Chaldea's overtime legend protagonist has changed over several generations, and who exactly it is now, Aomo also does not know.

But the difference is that Yin Si is only familiar with the core members of Penguin Logistics, while the doctor's knowledge is mostly about combat staff.

Chaldea aside, but Secretary JunChuan, whether she is a trainer, a horse girl, or a school staff member, whether core or peripheral, has some or more understanding!

This, is the iron man!

Not only does she have the leisure to pay attention to others while doing high-intensity work,

she is a secretary who will patrol the campus together with the dormitory head and discipline committee head, and also a secretary who is willing to assist trainers with their work and even more willing to clear up doubts for the horse girls.

Her frequency of appearance on campus is so high that trainers often describe her as appearing and disappearing mysteriously; Aomo guesses that this probably has some component of coming out to get fresh air and relax.

But judging from the result of knowing so many people, her relaxation probably did not truly succeed.

Of course, she also does not complain.

As the secretary of the chairman, she must naturally pay attention to public image.

And as the superior whom countless trainers both respect and fear, and also as the JunChuan Miss respected by countless horse girls, she also cannot complain.

Fortunately, she is not alone.

Not only does Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan immediately reply to messages and come back to visit JiangSheng after receiving them, but there is also Maruzen Ski who pulls her along for drives and drinks, and the equally mysteriously appearing and disappearing Qianming representative.

Although she did not say it, but Aomo could notice that there was a bit of the beginning of a snack wrapper in the trash can.

Placed on top, already beginning of the wrapper, given the office's hygiene maintenance, it would probably be cleaned up in a while, and that bag is also likely recent.

Earlier in the morning, or yesterday.

He saw the same wrapper in the morning, in the photo sent by Qian.

In that photo, she and Suzi and Bourbon squeezed the tea seat into the middle, the girl at the focus center had a blank expression mixed with some annoyance, because she was surrounded by peaks.

Although Aomo failed in the challenge of not looking there, he also still had the leisure afterward to notice the placement of objects in the back.

Familiar snack wrapper, that is called wagashi, the Eastern-style pastry, Aomo was once pestered by Suzi, and then bought it for Chazuo and Bourbon, clearly knowing that the essence is glutinous rice stuffed with bean paste, and it does not keep long.

The shelf life is two days, but usually it is hoped to be eaten the same day.

And yesterday evening, Qianming's umastagram still updated a tweet with a photo.

The tweet content is old school friends gathering, the photo looks like a roadside izakaya, no one shows their face but you can still see the two drinking friends' clean white forearms.

It is not hard to imagine why Secretary JunChuan's condition is so bad, Aomo also couldn't help but wonder whether it is worth sending himself another barbecue rack to relax.

But coming to think, the time spent drinking with friends is always happy and relaxing.

Since it is already like this, there is also no need to weigh whether it is worth it.

And anyway, for friends whose timing doesn't match, every gathering is irrelevant to whether it is worth it.

Aomo once heard this from an old elf's mouth, although he hasn't personally experienced it yet, but after seeing so many 'examples,' he feels this saying is probably not wrong.

And indeed speaking, the feeling has also quickened.

Now Bi Ze has re-entered the senior year of high school realm, David also has not been in contact for a while, and Xiangyu siblings are often in another world—the digital world, this place can be said to be near, also can be said to be far, able to contact then able to meet soon, unable to contact then another matter.

And those two siblings, the sister stays in the real world relatively frequently, the brother really goes deep every day, very much has the adventurer spirit, also very much has the experience of losing contact.

Aomo couldn't help but sigh.

He considers himself not a sentimental person, but when he left the office of Secretary JunChuan, who has many friends yet is extremely busy, and turned to go to the training field behind the teaching building, he still couldn't help but produce a kind of comparison.

A comparison of lifestyles.

After all, he has already obtained the recent status of the two horse girls from Secretary JunChuan.

'Aimu Zhiji? That also indeed…… if saying Rongjin Shinyou Miss although personal habits are somewhat special, but also definitely not up to the level of problem students.'

'Hmm, she hasn't encountered any trouble, but Aimu Zhiji that child, is not the same.'

'She not only finds it hard to communicate, but also always gives herself forced training, I requested in the previous semester whether the chairman could give her a dedicated trainer recommendation, but the chairman refused.'

'Hmm, just as you said, that child fundamentally has no idea, she has no idea at all, giving her one chance would only be seen as a hindrance, I can understand why the chairman refused, but I also can't think of what to do, you said she felt curious toward you? Then… Linton trainer, can you help her?'

I also need to be able to help……

By now, going to see Aimu Zhiji is not just for Chazuo's specially mentioned feedback, the motivation can also be counted as a layer of trainer feedback for worrying Secretary JunChuan, but saying in the end, he still remembers that brief initial exchange.

That child walks a path similar to her past self for her own reasons.

I myself have already changed somewhat, while she obviously is still continuing.

Time this thing, the important has never been length, but value, the former Aomo would for value, for efficiency, discard everything 'insufficient feedback,' 'low efficiency' intersection, then he could understand why Aimu Zhiji has maintained her attitude from beginning to end.

How could he not understand?

He already advised her four years ago, but the other party insisted persistently.

And he also knows that the age of ten or so, usually is needing personal experience to understand.

Some people have extremely strong absorption ability for books, for experience, from childhood can achieve true meaning of being well-behaved and sensible, not causing trouble, nor revealing flaws.

Such people are extremely few, few to the point that letting teachers this profession, no matter which era, is equally arduous.

More people, are definitely needing to hit the south wall once.

Not hitting the south wall and not turning back, even hitting once is not enough, because she is not truly not understanding, but rather she has in her heart an unwillingness to retreat persistence.

【That you just watch then, watch me persist onward】

When Aomo stepped onto the side of the training field's stands, hearing the sudden surge of cheers, he saw the meteor streaking across the lush green grass, charging forward with an unstoppable momentum in the midfield, continuously closing the gap with the one ahead.

Pursuing, the method of accumulating strength before bursting forth—conserving energy at the rear of the pack, then surging ahead in the final stretch to overtake—this phase after the midpoint is where such running style shines, but for now, it is still in the middle stage.

In the middle stage, she was like a sapphire-blue star advancing across the grass, driving forward with pressure.

Her face was resolute, her eyes sharp, her mouth slightly open as she constantly adjusted her breathing, and the ultra-high-speed cameras on the field broadcast her image in sync across countless screens hovering in midair.

And from the overhead view of the field, one could see her figure surrounded by countless streams of azure light.

That figure easily overtook the advantage built up by the Escape Horse over 1600 meters of running, with violent strides surpassing fellow first-year horse girls, one after another.

Not yet at her limit, still continuing to surpass, that figure was so dazzling that someone in the field had already begun shouting her name.

"Aimu Zhiji!

"

The cheers rose and fell, revealing her extraordinary popularity, while Aomo, remaining silent throughout, merely furrowed his brow, turning his gaze from the field back up to the screen above.

The screen always showed the footage captured by the ultra-high-speed cameras—within that clear face, only an obsession with victory remained.

And what could only be seen in the subtlest expressions: the fissures of one who has burned out completely.

That was the familiar darkness.