Chapter 629: NO．210: We can seize the moment to give her a lifetime of black history

NO．210: We can seize the moment to give her a lifetime of black history.

"That kid turned around, huh~ You're not letting me support you just because of her, are you?"

"Indeed, my body is inconvenient—I should thank the great expansion teacher's kindness."

"You didn't answer the question head-on, huh~! Aomo Teacher, you're getting sneakier!"

"So... to compensate for the emotional harm done to the great expansion teacher, how about we find some time to have fun?"

"Why not just spin some decks and throw a party right here at school?"

"... Please consider the student council's warning."

"Ah! Student council! Why are you saying the same thing as that president?"

"Where does this even come from?"

"Alright, alright! I'll send you to the infirmary and then go join the fun—okay?"

"That's fine; even if you have something urgent, you can put your arm down now without problem."

"You said it! I was planning to talk to Left Dun and Kind Trust about the match!"

"Everyone is still super—excited!"

!

"Has Miss Golden City been excluded?"

According to Aomo's knowledge, the Japanese Left Dun, Golden City, and the Great Expansion Sun God can be called the gal-type horse girl iron triangle of Teresen; they themselves also have considerable social connections, and even among them, the eldest daughter of the Mejiro family got mixed in.

That is, the 'Kind Trust' mentioned by the Sun God.

Mejiro Shanxin, though born into the Mejiro family, is good at socializing, so approachable that she lacks the airs of a young lady.

But just that, it's obviously still far from the gal image.

So in many rumors, she is the one who was led astray.

However, Aomo knows she is naturally outgoing, so it's not strange that she became familiar with the great expansion teacher and the Japanese Left Dun miss.

The fulfilled and the fulfilled attract each other.

What's truly strange is Miss Golden City—also a gal type, she appears to be a proud beauty who doesn't fit with the outgoing, cheerful trio; getting along with them actually shows her inner self and temperament aren't unified.

Upon reflection, Aimu Zhiji is the same.

Girls in puberty often develop this acquired aloofness, creating a contrast with their original hearts.

"She has an agent managing her! Just like that guard from the lovely pose, ah, not mentioning that—I really can't stand this lifestyle of constantly being followed."

"I really hope Suzi could have your thoughts."

"Suzi-chan? LOL! That's really sassy—honestly, can you really walk on your own?"

That amber-eyed child eyed the Aomo leaning against the wall; although they couldn't feel the negative energy radiating from him, the Sun God was full of suspicion about his condition.

"Of course, I'm not so bored as to show off about this."

"Then I'm leaving? Really leaving? I'll come visit you later, hope you're in good shape!"

The girl spoke while walking backward, dangerous yet confident.

At the end of her words, she again made her usual celebratory gesture:

"We——i!"

In response, the trainer leaning against the wall also raised one hand at the ever-active, playful horse girl, responding with the same three fingers raised together.

"Go on."

He said with a laugh, as if infected by her optimistic energy.

Then, after the other person's footsteps faded at the end of their vision, they paused a few seconds around the corner before finally walking away; amid those footsteps, they slightly staggered to their feet and dialed a certain horse girl's contact number.

——

Ten minutes later, in front of the infirmary.

Familiar sickbed, familiar ceiling, even the familiar bunk next door.

"We'regourselvesthebane." Aomo whispered softly.

"What are you muttering?" Qianming, the representative holding the syringe, stood aside, slightly pushing the plunger to check the fluid flow.

"We wolf it down, swallowing the root of disaster."

"Pretty literary—bottom line, it's just reaping what you sow, right? You dare eat negative energy; where do you want to hit? The butt?"

"Generally speaking, shouldn't we start by asking about the arm?" Aomo wordlessly watched a stream of liquid spurt from the needle tip in an arc, "And why not a needle-less injector?"

Aomo really hasn't seen this kind of usual old-fashioned piston syringe in a long time; he'd clearly heard many horse girls have a fear of needles.

"Prepared especially for girls who don't cherish their bodies, as the old doctor would say, only pain and fear can make them wary, so they come to the infirmary less."

"Does it really work?" Aomo doubtful, extended his arm, turned his head, and looked at the still-unconscious Aimu Zhiji.

Narita Hakujin and Narita Ji, who had brought her here, had already left the room together earlier.

Given the premise that neither wanted to make a big fuss, Narita Ji obviously needed some explanation and education, which Narita Hakujin took charge of, pulling her aside for a one-on-one.

Although it's a bit late, we still have to mention—although the two share a surname, they have no blood relation and little overlap.

However, Hakujin is at least the vice president of the student council; although he slacks off a lot, his popularity and ability are not lacking, so Aomo doesn't worry about her expressive ability.

As for whether Narita Ji will cooperate… questioning a 'Sun's' attitude and conduct is not appropriate.

Just as he had previously received help from another 'Sun'.

It is precisely because of these 'Suns' that the Dark Moon can remain hidden.

Besides… certain things that naturally shine alongside moonlight in the darkness.

He looked at the face before him, now much clearer, almost able to make out the facial features, waving at him continuously; when his gaze focused on her, she suddenly stepped back a step, bowing repeatedly.

She really looks a lot like Miss Zhiji… he thought, then felt a sting in his arm, turned his head, and saw the needle had already pierced in.

"What's useful doesn't need worrying; what's useless makes worrying hard." The Qianming representative who pulled out the needle said coldly, and as she stood up to handle the syringe, she also seemed somewhat aloof.

You've been needing to take more medicine lately, and it's all digestive magic medicine—what do you think?

How is she? She has an acute gastric ulcer plus multiple soft tissue contusions and muscle strains; we only checked her mental state before and didn't give her a full physical, but now looking...

The Qianming representative who brought over a bottle of oral liquid said, turning to look at the sleeping girl: 'All we can say is it's good it arrived; we'll do emergency treatment here, then in two hours transfer her to the city hospital for stabilization and rehabilitation.'

'Sounds like it won't affect the schedule.' Aomo picked up the oral liquid, following the doctor's instructions closely.

'Of course, but if she gets this ailment again and it flares up on the field, that's another matter—this child's past records already show gastric ulcers, so she's practically a 'repeat offender'.'

We need to have someone supervise her three stable meals a day.

That's also true…… wait, you've diverted me—I asked what you think of yourself! What you think! What you think! She threw two bags of medicine onto the blanket covering Aomo, then fiercely poked the medicine bag with the rolled-up medical record, repeating each poke.

That's somewhat childish, leaving Aomo speechless: 'There are other patients nearby, keep quiet.'

'Wow! A patient who makes the doctor stay quiet!'

The other person wrinkled their nose, about to say something, then pursed their lips and stood aside.

But Aomo didn't relax just because of that, after all he also heard the door being pushed open and the sound of big, hurried footsteps.

'Aomo! I heard your condition isn't great?'

Chengtian Bairen and Chengtian Lu returned together.

'Swallowing negative energy raw, or in amounts others barely accumulate from childhood—maybe only a true demon could manage that.'

He hadn't answered yet, but the 'doctor' crossed his arms and sneered.

'Can't you digest in monster form?' Bairen turned his head and asked.

……

Before Aomo could speak, he was cut off again: 'It's because you tried to digest it that you're like this; maybe monster form could digest and release it, but a demon can't handle that spec—I even suspect the strain of turning into that form is huge.'

'…… Actually it's not that big.'

Finally getting a chance to speak, Aomo said something but then thought it would have been better not to.

As expected, he then faced Qianming's counter: 'A problem that doesn't sound big is actually bigger—you might need another round of mental testing.'

'Not necessarily… I actually feel I've gained a new insight into myself.'

'Look at this person—even their mental abnormality count is high enough for them to sum up their gains.'

You look like you're possessed by Ailisuzhi…… Aomo felt Qianming representative's sharp retort was somewhat off from the other's usual easygoing smile, which could be called a serious OOC.

But this retort got stuck, unable to be spoken—after all, sending oneself back to the infirmary is an irreversible fact.

Even if told to the few people living in the office, there would still be some opposition he couldn't accept—oh, school's starting, it seems the office will temporarily be empty.

Just as Aomo wondered whether he was finally free from his busy daily routine and meal prep, Chengtian Lu beside him looked at him with growing pity, eyes glistening, clearly deeply moved.

No, just cry on the field if you need to—don't cry at me, that's weird.

Although being able to cry prettily is also a talent, Aomo, whose attention was pulled back by her abnormal expression, isn't really interested in appreciating that talent.

Observers always want to monitor the center of events, not become the center themselves.

But——

'Just wait—I've also notified your three subordinate horse girls; they'll come visit you later, oh, and there's also Zhenjiling.'

It was practically mind‑reading—the Qianming representative suddenly blurted that out, leaving Aomo completely stiff.

But Chengtian Bairen is still the more pragmatic one.

Even if it just looks that way.

'Can your card be used to ease the burden?' she asked seriously, 'Would transforming again align with normal digestion?'

'Or, or…… split……'

'Use them separately,' Chengtian Bairen glanced at the choking Chengtian Lu, picked up her train of thought, 'I recall you can use those monster cards individually, right?'

'Eye Q monster cards must be absorbed and released instantly, while Geliza's monster cards trigger randomly, and the power of loving ghosts can control negative energy—but only one's own……' When it came to expertise, Aomo rattled off the details.

'Just release it directly and not worry about it?'

'It could spawn new monsters, or randomly cover campus areas, causing residents' minds to become extreme.'

'You're not extreme now, are you?'

'I'm just having trouble digesting…… the amount is too large.'

His whole body felt like it was swelling to the point of bursting, completely unable to walk.

'And it's not physical but mental,' Qianming added, 'Not even mentioning bursting, it's strange that you haven't been overwhelmed and transformed by negative energy.'

Chengtian Lu: 'Um… Lindon, the trainer, taking medicine… what good does it do……?'

She still couldn't speak normally.

'Using the body to affect the mind—it's not like there aren't medicines that strengthen the mind,' Qianming said irritably, as if his anger had faded, turning to look at the neighboring bed's Aimu Zhiji: 'Xiaolu, you also need to be mentally prepared.'

'Huh? What… preparation?'

Generally speaking, clearing negative energy doesn't change much—it just makes a chronically depressed person feel relieved, but a long‑term repressed, self‑harming person suddenly released……

'She might act more freely at first, in the first few days.'

Aomo, feeling his belly through the blanket and shirt, gazed upward and sighed, completing Qianming's unfinished words.

In his field of vision, a spirit poked half its head out and smiled at him.

Smiling that happily with that face makes a very good reference standard.