Chapter 630

NO．211：Eternal woman, ever at ease, guides us upward.

When Aomo was alone pushing his motorcycle along the campus vehicle lane, he finally had a sense of the start of school.

What is the sense of the start of school?

It is the opening of the Teresen Dormitory Hau.

They are the two super-large dormitory buildings named Meipu Dorm and Lidong Dorm, which project their names in the night sky, so newcomers won't lose their way home.

From university to high school, then to middle school, the daily life of students in all three divisions is handled by those two buildings.

And far opposite it, facing it a kilometer away, is an equally large projection—the training staff dormitory—this unadorned, very straightforward big sign, together with the Jidong language translation and the Hong English translation.

They also sway together in the sky as dusk approaches.

It is like some kind of performance art, surely enough to make many new trainees of this cohort hesitate.

But this has nothing to do with Aomo.

Indeed, the trainees' staff dormitory, with complete facilities and low cost, is a highly cost‑effective choice.

Moreover, having many colleagues as neighbors, if you already have some rapport, it's even better—an added bonus.

This very much matches the contemporary social advocacy: don't get lost in the internet, pay more attention to the people around you.

But this is only talking about the 'majority' of trainees.

Linton the trainee obviously belongs to that 'minority' outside of that.

The academy merely offers a choice; it does not force staff to live on campus.

And Aomo, who runs an office in the city, obviously won't waste the various costs he's incurred there.

Besides that, what else can bring the feeling of the start of school?

Obviously, it's the many horse girls.

From the middle‑school kids, to same‑age university students, and even the senior sisters, these horse‑eared girls, who usually don't gather in one place, appear in small groups all over campus after school.

Some head toward the dorms, some toward the library, some toward the intensely competitive areas like the swimming pool and gym, and some rush off campus with their close friends on the very first day as horse girls.

One doesn't know whether they'll notice the dormitory curfew……

Thinking about this, Aomo also indeed feels at this moment a kind of excitement unique to students.

The excitement of the first day of school.

Listening to those girls with horse ears singing softly, tilting one's head a bit you can see many children gathered in front of the honey special drink shop; such liveliness, at first glance, makes one think they've arrived at some horse‑girl‑themed amusement park.

What?

You ask why I specifically pointed out students?

Heh, mature adults wouldn't get excited just because work resumes.

Even the excitement and desire for reforming the track, seizing glory, and leaving one's name in history are merely external manifestations lasting anywhere from thirty minutes to five hours.

Then what?

After that, the fervor and excitement gradually cool in hunger, and one by one they begin to return to normal.

Just being excited isn't useful; the race won't start right away, and life still has to go on as usual.

So—

——Since things have come to this, let's eat first.

To be honest, Aomo really wants to join them, or rather, someone in the chat room has already started organizing a gathering.

The trainers who will have dinner together with the horse girls seem to be in the minority.

Moreover, this is the first day of school, and hanging out with peers is a choice for many more people.

According to investigative information that Aomo has had since his youth: the central trainers have always had a tradition of private weekend gatherings, usually organized by those who are fulfilled in real life, and the colleague gatherings at the start and end of the semester…

That, however, depends on the specific circumstances.

Perhaps because of the impact of the major news about the 'competition reform,' the response to this gathering in the chat room has been unusually high, to the point that even a few of Aomo's impression of 'loner' colleagues have spoken up and signed up.

Furthermore, this event was initiated by Trainer Nishizaki Yutaka, so as a friend I probably should show my support.

But unfortunately… he's full right now.

This feeling of fullness has persisted from sometime after two in the afternoon until now; even if he takes oral liquids, pills, and potions, it merely changes him from a state of being about to burst to just being full.

He doesn't want to eat a bite of food, nor drink a drop of water.

He can't even run; he can only walk to keep up appearances, and right now pushing a cart down the aisle is just for digestion.

Looking back, it seems like this is the second time he's endured this kind of torment, and also mentally.

Earlier he was overly weak, but now he's overly replete, to the extent that Qianming gave him new medicines in big and small packages, and even sent him a cultivation manual obtained from a professor of psychiatry at the university department.

Let him simply follow the method written there for a bit of practice, just to aid digestion.

At that time, Aomo looked at whatever was written on it, the 'Secret Manual of the Three Extremes of Evil Qi,' and his first thought was: 'Looks like some heretical cult…'

His second thought was: 'Is there a Baide language version?'

Although he's lived in the Border Gate District for over ten years and become thoroughly Eastern Flame-ized, the text still makes him feel like an illiterate.

Moreover, could practicing something like this casually really not cause any problems?

Recalling the web novels he's read, casually practicing something like this easily makes others label him a monster grinder.

He was full of doubts, but the professor's attitude was terrible, leaving him only able to go online and search for lessons by name.

Then, seeing that each lesson casually costs seventy bucks, he wondered if Miss Juncheon could reimburse it.

Trainer Lin Dun pondered, helping the horse girls resolve their negative energy should certainly count as an occupational injury.

Although the other side was exceptionally noisy, with it seeming like someone was arguing in the background, he still bravely put forward his demand.

What?

You're saying the trainers' job scope doesn't include handling the horse girls' negative energy?

Can't find any relevant clause?!

Isn't this nonsense? Who would have a contract requiring training staff to fight negative-energy monsters?

No clauses, so it won't be accepted?

Wow! How can such a hot summer have such cold words! You're definitely not Miss Juncheon—who exactly are you!

Oh, Vice President of the Air Duct, sorry, could you return the phone to Miss Juncheon……

……

In the end, Aomo still got reimbursed, at the cost of the panic caused by being scolded for transforming on campus.

Obviously, even if there were a timely earthquake as cover, it couldn't fool that meticulous secretary.

Put another way, considering this school ultimately has an AI goddess—this top‑clearance dog that can freely access surveillance—he couldn't really hide anything from the upper echelons of the academy.

But the secretary also wasn't unaware of why he was running around and transforming, so this scolding was brief, replaced by gratitude and praise.

This is really heart‑warming, Aomo thought, and he also declined the colleagues' start‑of‑term drinking party.

He didn't forget to remind that green‑clothed secretary that tomorrow might see multiple training staff arriving late and making mistakes.

That left the latter somewhat puzzled, with many question marks.

But given her social skills, she would soon realize the fact that there would be especially many drunkards tonight.

If such matters aren't prepared for in advance, they'll cause many work problems; Aomo, who has held multiple part‑time jobs and worked with unreliable colleagues, naturally has plenty of experience.

But even if he does well in this regard, he still has to admit his short‑term failure in interpersonal relations.

Otherwise he wouldn't be wandering alone down this road crowded with students.

Everything stemmed from a contact by Qianming's representative; the three horse girls came over and took turns 'chain‑striking', and finally the truly agile one came to deliver the finishing blow, leaving Aomo, who was already lying prone, completely flattened.

Those who are angry won't be just one—even if he had prepared himself from the start to face such a scene, when it actually happened Aomo still felt utterly exhausted.

An angry girl and her everyday self can be said to be two completely different modes.

The latter is still within his realm of understanding, while the former……

That has always been a realm of chaos and disorder.

But he cannot therefore blame Qianming, nor can he complain about anything.

After all, he is aware of how shocking his own actions are, and can better understand why these people are angry.

That anger stems from concern, that concern stems from goodwill; actions rooted in goodness are always hard to resist, for you truly cannot resist their expectations.

They really do expect you.

Expecting you to satisfy them, expecting you to put them at ease.

And you harbor the same expectation, gazing at the girl with blue earmuffs and the girl with black earmuffs, hoping they get along well, and further hoping that the girl with gold ear‑accessories can join them.

"Classmate Zhinü, slow down! Slow down!"

"Wasn't it you who said you wanted to try that shop?"

"Yeah, Lujiang, Kalian still remembers your face full of anticipation back then~"

Such conversation voices also mingle with the noisy background; if one isn't careful, those swaying ears will be drowned in the crowd, causing the youth leaning on the motorbike to pause slightly, instinctively looking toward the three whose ears aren't particularly tall, so only each of their ears can catch a hint of direction.

Amidst the crowd, the three girls naturally fail to notice the figure silently pushing the motorbike.

They depart with nimble and swift steps; the three independent horse girls can indeed break free from the crowded campus more easily than someone pushing a heavy motorbike.

Encounter, and encounter again.

The wonderful beauty of the world, pushed to the utmost romance, is like a river formed where starlight meets; even a wandering comet will one day be captured by the gravity of a planet, or even a star.

Even if there are collisions, they will eventually become part of them.

By then, they will all shine.

Reflected upon the non‑luminous planet above.