Chapter 679

NO. 48: Haha, we'll talk about it if we can find it!

"Excuse me, are you Trainer Lin Dun?"

"It's me."

"... I seemed to see Miss Qianming also just now?"

"Yes, she went to sit somewhere with dimmer light."

"Eh? Today's weather is cloudy turning overcast."

"But maybe some things are still too glaring, especially here."

That deep, resonant voice replied softly, the helmet lowering as well, as if admiring the sunglasses in hand.

Why would one wear sunglasses?

Compared to the iron hand wrapped many times in metal, those sunglasses looked tiny like a toy, leaving the registering JunChuan JiangSheng somewhat speechless.

She didn't even plan to ask Trainer Lin Dun why he dressed like that, after all the glowing eye crystals and light seeping from the armor joints were already conspicuous enough.

According to the Special data compiled by Aomo himself, the entity with the most information at this academy, setting aside the non-human Three Goddesses and AI, would be Rudolf, Ailishuma teacher, JunChuan JiangSheng, and Da Tuo teacher.

Among them, the Shu Zi Lao Shi and JunChuan JiangSheng are tied for second place.

The extremes of hobby and work are really hard to distinguish.

Of course, no matter how rich the information one masters, it's still useless without cultivating the corresponding thought logic.

Although JunChuan JiangSheng could see the reason for Aomo's attire, he could not discern the antecedents and consequences from Aomo's unhidden material evidence; he merely handed over the document he was holding, looking worriedly at his fingers.

"Can you sign like that?"

She had once notified Aomo according to formal letter standards that absences from the internal selection would affect evaluation, naturally meaning this selection would have a similar roll-call rule—determined by the trainer roster in her hand.

"It's actually paper!"

"It actually has to be handwritten!"

One can only say it fits Aomo's imagination of the dregs of the Jidong after visiting the archives.

"Must it be signed personally? I mean, can't a proxy signed by the person's will be acceptable?"

Personal signature is, of course, because from the perspective of Origin Energy Contract Studies, the signee's signature inherently bears an effect linked to the soul and existence.

As a half-demon who walked out of the Demon Realm Region, Aomo naturally has some self-awareness of this demonic theory.

Likewise, he also knows this rule is applied in many documents and contracts; indeed, one could say the reason paper documents haven't been completely replaced by electronic ones, aside from confidentiality, is that electronic contracts need special technology to imbue them with Origin Energy efficacy.

That technology, however, is neither open-source nor publicly available, nor is it easy to crack.

According to this theory, one only needs to additionally attach a few clauses requiring mutual consent, so that a name signed by a proxy on behalf of the party gains effect.

The Central Trainer's official appointment documents evidently have undergone such processing—Aomo was aware of this from the start, but besides that, especially on that stack of papers before him, he sensed no trace of the 'sulfur smell' left by pure-blood kin.

After all, clauses that don't even constitute fraud are hardly able to accommodate the devil's tricks.

Fraud is not lying; lying is fabricating nonexistent things from reality, whereas fraud is another kind of technique.

In the patterns lie clauses that seize souls; between the lines is constructed a declaration of selling oneself; the devil's contract is established together with these techniques, and when outsiders try to parse their technology, imposing that coercive force onto ordinary clauses, they must face its near-binding nature.

That is why this technology is so rare and likewise hard to crack.

It only appears in some especially formal contracts involving large corporations or organizations—reminding you to carefully examine the contract's content.

"Um, generally we don't want to start this."

"Sorry to trouble you, Miss JunChuan."

"Mm... Trainer Lin Dun, really, just this once!"

"I'm deeply grateful."

Only at such times does Aomo put on an expression as Far Eastern as possible.

Then, seeing the other person sizing up his back, chest, and knee position, he sighed, and when he was about to squat himself, he instead immediately squatted and picked up the briefcase beside him:

"Pad it on this."

Frankly, he felt that steadying his hand was enough to sign, but Miss JunChuan obviously had a subtle personal requirement.

Like, the signature ought to be neat enough…… but Aomo, seeing her beautiful yet concise Berthold script, would also sigh that it actually isn't very neat.

After all, this is secretaryhand—a unique script formed from smooth yet hard-to-read short phrases, originating over two thousand years ago and used by many Western lower-level clerks.

It is highly efficient, but both writing and reading require specialized training.

It follows the same path as Dong Yan's medical-body script.

One can tell at a glance who signed it, making Aomo sigh involuntarily.

If Miss JunChuan wants to avoid starting this, to uphold fairness she should at least learn to disguise her handwriting—clearly, she usually writes on ordinary signature documents with that almost-printed neat regularity.

It's not hard to imitate.

But for documents and signing occasions of special significance, he will leave the two strokes that truly belong to him, unadorned like claw marks.

But since the other party helped you sign, yet you complain that her signature isn't like something…… Aomo knows he can only say this to Bi Ze, Zhouri Ningjing and their ilk; seeing the other party pick up the document from his steady briefcase, he honestly thanks them again.

"Thanks for your hard work."

I actually think Trainer Lin Dun works a bit harder; today also has to take that kid far away?

"Remote handling will do; for now there's no need to communicate further with Ren Long."

Or he could just do it himself, using the Renlong card's common origin to forcefully seize the line and shake the window; even if the other party doesn't want to answer, they have to.

But the price might be a Heavenly Pool tsunami.

Although he can't reach him outside the screen, it's still better not to cause trouble for Miss Adele and her companions.

Well then, although that's the case, Trainer Linton, don't just sign your name and disappear.

No way, I had perfect attendance in high school; I just haven't had the chance to enjoy the university's peculiar schedule yet.

Ah, sorry.

It's not worth apologizing for; watching some classmates' struggles after university is also a kind of fun.

Ahaha… Now that registration is done, I should go look for other trainers. See you later, Trainer LinDun.

Goodbye, Miss JunChuan.

Well then, Trainer LinDun," although they had already said goodbye, Miss JunChuan, who had walked a few steps, suddenly turned back, her expression subtle as she sized up Aomo, "There will still be many off-campus personnel at the training ground today, mostly media people and horse girl enthusiasts, so please be careful not to be seen by them.

I was able to find you because the trainers and horse girls reported that an unidentified armored warrior was standing here, presumably they wanted me to come negotiate and drive them away.

I can step back and hide in the woods.

Uh… then never mind.

It's hard to imagine how startled those sharp-eyed people would be if they spotted the concealed armored warrior in the woods; JunChuan JiangSheng felt a cold sweat break out on her forehead.

You just need to watch out for those strangers; I recall you've always kept away from public news.

Thanks for the reminder.

No need to thank me.

He nodded; this time JunChuan JiangSheng left without looking back, and Aomo finally could pick up his coffee cup and take a sip, then looked at the light screen where Qianming's representative had sent him a frantic emoji pack.

He nonchalantly continued sipping his coffee, meanwhile scrolling through the Umastagram forum.

The Everwhite Mountain survey team hadn't yet sent a communication invitation, so there was no rush to turn on his projector buried in the woods behind.

He first liked all the updates on his watchlist, then liked the related topics as well; seeing a check-in for #Appreciate Horse Girls#, he habitually gave it a like, but then he saw someone repost #Tresen Training Ground Suddenly Appears Beetle Armor#, and that motion came to an abrupt halt.

He began to put the lid on his cup, picked up his briefcase, and headed toward the woods behind.

Move, move, hurry up and move.

His vigilance was correct; if he had been a few steps slower, he would have been noticed by the sharp-eyed investigators.

Afterwards he would fall into the predicament of being heavily surrounded.

And among them, there would be a certain Coser who wanted to 'call the police' but didn't understand the rules, sternly scolding 'No unrelated Cosplay in the Horse Girl zone,' refreshing the otaku circle princess (in a positive sense).

The monster-hunting Coser who ruins the lovely otaku atmosphere of Horse Girls, expand the list, call the police!