Chapter 622: NO．203：Bright Moon, Sparse Stars

NO．203：Bright Moon, Sparse Stars

Border Gate District, the Holy Terra Federation's transmigrant historical and cultural major zone.

It accommodates one-sixth of the transmigrant citizens, and all its urban construction policies are also aimed at helping transmigrants adapt as quickly as possible.

At the same time, it is also a special zone for horse girl culture.

As the manifestation site of the Three Goddesses, it is also the origin of horse girl culture, with the phenomenon of Horse Racing Weekly constantly topping the publication subscription charts, and the fact that horse‑related industry economics account for forty percent of the district‑level economy.

In such a district‑level city, the large‑scale reform of horse girl races is undoubtedly the top‑trend news that could sweep the entire district.

Including East Electric, all television stations broadcast simultaneously.

Even the promotion of the Interstellar Sports Channel is unavoidable.

For a time, it seemed as if the whole world were discussing this ostensibly 'sudden' major reform.

When Aomo walked through the road sections and corridors full of students, there were no longer the usual lingering gazes, nor the usual glances conveying scrutiny.

They were all in small groups, immersed in their own circles.

Moreover, large groups centered on trainers gathered beside the training field, in classrooms, and in hallways.

They were all engaged in heated discussion.

Phones and terminals were also simultaneously broadcasting the press conference being held in the direction of the gymnasium.

In heart and mind, everything was a brand‑new battlefield, with no leeway for greetings or paying attention to others.

And among them were not a few students and staff who wanted to see the scene, rushing toward that direction.

Even some strangers, seemingly reporters' faces, were mixed in.

They brushed past Aomo; someone noticed, yet could not stop their steps, still deciding to go to the gymnasium to vie for further news.

"Really familiar…… this kind of taste."

He said in a low voice, almost like a reflex, scanning the almost universally fervent campus scene, lamenting that there was no longer such a vibrant world of people.

Compared to the campus, it was more like the spectator stands of a racetrack.

Expanding ambition, spreading desire, yet also occasional hesitation and retreat of the disheartened, constitute the two ends of an unbalanced scale.

The grand emotional vortex had already formed, and even the girls under his command could not escape.

The message notifications of three network accounts kept shaking nonstop in the side‑screen of the field of view, and even Suzi, who had received spoilers, was still among them, but the most outrageous was obviously the account that suddenly leapt to fourth place:

【Monsters are necessary: Little Snake Little Snake! Suzi‑chan, are they okay? My classmates here are all discussing it! The Saichang seems to have nearly doubled in growth!】

"……"

Indeed, it's not strange for the Border Gate District student council to discuss this; even Aomo's usually quiet class group would occasionally have someone specifically tagging him.

Whether they asked about horse girls or about horse girls, it made him, after graduation, 'enjoy' the treatment of being the center of class topics—something he had never experienced before.

After such treatment repeated several times, Aomo expressionlessly placed the class group into the category of 'receiving messages but not notifications'.

Now he likewise did not respond immediately.

He merely swept past the ever‑increasing avatars in the message notification box, then withdrew his gaze, calmly climbed the stairs until he reached a spot only ten or so meters from the gymnasium, yet it was desolate as if it were a heaven‑and‑earth gym.

Usually there would be many horse girls here.

Even a small portion of trainers and staff who could use those equipment specifications would be present.

It radiated a fervent, bustling atmosphere.

Even if midway there were inspections by airborne leaders or streams of journalist interviews, it would not distract them at all, nor would they need to worry about it.

Just as a good school naturally fosters a learning atmosphere, even if a slack‑off old hand were placed inside, they would be stirred into a sense of crisis by the surrounding over‑competitive monsters.

The reason the central is central lies in its training atmosphere being far more proactive and urgent than that of Difangteleisen.

But at present, there are hardly any people here.

Considering how close this gym is to the press conference site, such a phenomenon is only natural.

It's hard to find students or teachers who don't care about the 'admission score line being raised' ranking, unless they have completely given up or possess the confidence to always surpass that 'limit'.

Aomo Lindun and Aimu Zhiji do not fit either of those definitions, yet they remain able to avoid being swept up by that tumultuous storm.

Simply because they value efficiency.

They are the type who prefer watching recordings over chasing live streams, especially since recordings have a progress bar that can be dragged.

So Aomo was confident he could find her here, seemingly unaffected.

He could even see Miss Chengtianlu standing before her, saying something.

"No matter what, let's rest a while, Zhiji‑classmate, just like everyone went to watch the press release."

"I'm not interested."

"But resting is always……"

"Didn't I say that? Don't bother me."

"But Zhiji‑classmate……"

The blonde girl was somewhat at a loss; this horse girl, who shares the position of class committee chair with Yinghuajinwang, apparently still hasn't found a way to interact with the aloof classmate, and after a few sentences she doesn't know what to say.

But this isn't her fault.

Faced with a pure‑silent who doesn't want to talk, even someone eloquent and good at arguing would feel helpless.

Of course, unlike him, Aomo knows well—the mindset of that silent person is not as calm as her expression.

After all, it's the state of having been secretly 'tortured' by a certain researcher; the whole morning's psychological imbalance largely leaves the other doubting life.

But she likewise knows how to conceal it.

Although far inferior to her roommate's rank, she has likewise received instruction from a certain online mentor, which includes plenty of ways to deal with clingy troublemakers.

Showing distress, outright refusal, then the stipulation of regulations and laws——

Although regarding classmates' remarks… it's usually not necessary to go that thorough.

"Ha……"

So she merely sighed, readying to speak with a genuinely annoyed expression, but then she heard that somewhat familiar voice again.

"You look troubled, Miss Aimu Zhiji."

"Is it you?"

Upon seeing that familiar suit and crescent moon, Aimu Zhiji finally frowned openly: "Are you a stalker?"

They met at the training field, again in the infirmary, and once more in the gym…

From morning to afternoon, in just a few short hours they could meet three times; even if hearing his conversation with Qianming's representative the second time seemed coincidental, the pent-up frustration still made this brown-haired horse girl say things she normally wouldn't.

And this almost immediately caused the class committee chair to exclaim:

"Aimu Zhiji!"

Chengtian Lu could recognize Aomo, even though she had no interaction with Aomo's three horse girls; but as a standard outgoing female high school student, she could still hear plenty of gossip.

The social life of a typical female high school student spreads like a spiderweb, and Central Tresen is a large campus spanning middle school to university.

Chengtian Lu could even go so far as to have a close relationship with her senior Tokubetsu Zhou and Guyu Meijiu.

Earlier she could hear the first complain that Aomo Ge had been so busy lately she couldn't find him, and later she could hear the latter complain that a junior named Vodka kept obsessing over some trainer's motorcycle, neglecting her.

So although she had never actually met Aomo, she also remembered him as a busy person who made senior Tokubetsu Zhou worry, plus the impression that his motorcycle was cool.

Although it seemed a bit odd, regardless, horse girls ought to respect trainers just as students respect teachers.

But when she shouted that, she clearly hadn't expected the other's gaze to shift from annoyance to actual hostility.

"What do you want to say?" the other asked coldly.

Without waiting for her reply, they asked again: "Should I be more respectful?"

Their eyes full of disappointment, and that was exactly the gaze that Chengtian Lu, who had always borne countless expectations, found hardest to accept.

"Chengtian Lu, you're always like this, self‑absorbed……"

"May I interrupt for a moment? Please pause a little."

With forefinger raised beneath the palm, in the standard pause gesture he broke off that talk of a girl's intense friendship breakup; the trainer in suit and leather shoes, whose shoe edges hid mud awaiting washing, respectively regarded the two horse girls who looked up, but ultimately his gaze settled on Aimu Zhiji.

That dark intent, the rekindling of the black star.

"Is this the persistence you wanted me to see, Miss Vega?"

He spoke steadily, and his words left Aimu Zhiji stunned for a moment.

"What?"

"I'm saying you look like you can't keep it up anymore, Miss Vega."

The rookie trainer who said that took off his glasses.

His tone was flat, yet his dark‑red pupils were razor‑sharp.

"With such dimness, even Vega One, even Castor couldn't bear to watch."