Chapter 725: NO．94：More exhausting than fighting monsters

NO．94：More exhausting than fighting monsters

"Lindun trainer! Is it really fine just like this?"

"What problem could there be?"

"I'm just saying it's an ordinary parallel run like this! Really, there's no problem?"

"Ordinary? Rather, what kind of parallel run are you expecting, Wubang trainer?"

"Like that kind of blood-pumping, soul-burning showdown!"

"Aren't the kids just like that?"

"Not enough! Just scrambling ahead, that's not at all a strict, hot-blooded training!"

"Then what should your ideal training look like?"

"Only by battling in Shura and breaking through enemy ranks can one have that icy, army-breaking momentum!"

"That's probably a misconception about Bopang."

"Only by getting trapped in battle formations and falling into strange gates can one have that kind of crazy wisdom!"

"Suzi is just a scholarship enthusiast."

"Then what about the extreme peril of gate after gate, layer upon layer of tempering?!"

"I think only the source-energy families practicing ancient methods would prepare for that."

"How about holding a speed duel on the forest of stakes?"

"I think you're probably referring to plum blossom stakes; nowadays even the Dongyan ancient-method training rarely uses them, they're mostly seen in old martial arts films."

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"You really seem like a character straight out of a comic, Wubang trainer."

"What does that have to do with comics? Lindun trainer, can't you understand the passion of the horse girls?"

"Perhaps there's some kind of cognitive difference."

At the edge of the track's finish line fence, Aomo Lindun lowered his gaze at the book propping up his right hand, seemingly oblivious to the girls' running sounds and his colleague's voice nearby.

Meanwhile, that person not only wore a trainer badge on his chest but also hung a homemade work ID tag—the Jidong colleague—staring fixedly at the kids in the training field.

To be honest, that's not very polite.

But looking at the person beside him, you can only say these two aren't very polite either.

Even passing horse girls and trainers couldn't help but give this strange pair a strange look.

As for that, Aomo needed to clarify a bit—at first he was still properly looking at the other person while they spoke.

But just like the conversation above……

Sometimes, some people, even when given ample courtesy, only bring more trouble and waste their own time.

Just like this man named Wubang Huiyan, who directly wore a karate gi and also sported a dream headband matching Qingzhu Huanyi's on his head.

To him, a hot-blooded senior is already some kind of trouble, and a hot-blooded senior with unprecedentedly rich imagination is nothing but a caterpillar.

Certainly, Central teems with talent; whether horse girls or trainers, each is full of personality, more or less deserving of the title 'weirdo'.

And in the status of Central's weirdo world, it's like the heavenly way of the strong—an Aoga‑level Jinlang trainer, monopolizing too much flair, to the point that other trainers seem quite normal by comparison.

But that doesn't mean we can let our guard down.

After all, in general terms, trainers and horse girls are mutually attracted.

The number of problematic horse girls roughly corresponds to the number of problematic trainers you can trace back.

Qingzhu Huanyi's trainer is essentially her male counterpart, even surpassing her in some ways.

"No way, Lindun trainer—how can a demon instructor fall so low?"

"Never mind that demons are basically the embodiment of decadence; I'm actually mixed‑blood—in other words, a demon‑person, not a demon or devil."

He finally lifted his head, because the two brown‑haired horse girls had already crossed the finish line one after another, and after that, the chestnut‑haired horse girl who had run an extra half‑lap stepped over.

This made him glance at the three‑stage record on the light screen, clasp his hands together to close the book, and wave at the three over there.

"Then, compared to that, I think you should perhaps have Miss Qingzhu pay attention to her stride length."

"Lindun trainer, any advice?"

"Although I shouldn't meddle in others' training guidance, in my view Miss Qingzhu's steps are simply too long," Aomo turned back, meeting the other's sharp gaze, "for a horse girl, a sprint isn't about running with all one's might—it's about reaching the highest speed possible in that moment."

The three horse girls were approaching, and he nonchalantly pulled two bottles of water from his briefcase, continuing: "If the stride is too long, the cadence drops—this is common knowledge not everyone among horse girls and trainers knows—and how to make stride and cadence combine ideally to unleash ultimate speed…"

He said this, then had the black magical claw take the briefcase, freeing his hands to hand sports drinks to Suzi and Bopang.

"That's your own job, Wubang trainer."

"I thought you'd just state the conclusion outright."

"That's not strict enough, nor hot‑blooded enough, Wubang trainer," Aomo, after showing each their times to the two girls, turned to look at the martial‑arts‑like man, "under Dongyan's rules, juniors shouldn't be allowed to steal the seniors' spotlight."

"Good!" the man shouted loudly, once again easily drawing everyone's gaze.

He even tried to slap Aomo on the back, but was dodged by the other's overly agile, shadow‑like ducking step.

He swung at nothing, yet still spiritedly laughed: "Just as Senior Feng said, he's the kind of junior who loves to steal the show but has a good heart!"

But I actually know that point you made—it's just not the time for the final sprint yet.

Really noisy, and are you just being stubborn?

Perhaps it really is.

As if completely ignoring the other's earlier summary evaluation, Aomo simply took back the drink Suzi had handed him, then glanced over to look for Qingzhu Huanyi, Wubang's trainer.

After all, he's a senior with several more years of experience; although seniors aren't infallible, being a Central trainer means he shouldn't miss such an obvious problem.

As for the noise, I can hardly disagree, but that's also where the other's spirit lies.

Having said that, he turned back and asked: "How does it feel?"

Pretty much as you said, the final kick is a bit lackluster—honestly, not even as good as Chazuo—just burying your head and running." Suzi's blunt assessment was enough to make the distant girl's ears twitch slightly, then droop.

Limited by the angle, she naturally didn't notice that point, merely glancing at the empty space beside her.

On ordinary days, there would usually be a Chazuo there.

Today's training squad had no Chazuo, not because of any urgency, but merely due to a discrepancy in the training schedule.

As the saying goes, teach according to aptitude; the girls under Aomo do not always undergo all training uniformly—in theory only the basic training is conducted together, and thereafter the advancements will reveal the differences in their respective curricula.

Like Chazuo focusing more on strength training, Suzi more on speed, while Bopang, while maintaining overall basic training volume, emphasizes the enhancement of source energy techniques.

Among them, Bopang is evidently quite special.

As an 'all-rounder', even if the 'reset skill points' in the schedule had been greatly weakened, its starting point remained higher than that of ordinary horse girls, and its growth improvement was visibly apparent, like a genuine second-playthrough player.

——even more than other first-playthrough athletes, gaining a 'experience boost multiplier percentage bonus' BUFF.

Therefore her training plan would be to maintain overall basic training volume while focusing on source energy techniques.

And even if Aomo had arranged a balanced rest period in her training plan, she would still conduct autonomous training.

Thus Aomo simply lowered her training metrics across the board while packing her schedule to the fullest!

And she gladly accepted it.

Just like Aimu Zhiji appearing on the opposite track not far away, her high-intensity presence seemed to have already become an earth-bound spirit of the course.

"Master, request permission to run again." She also returned the water bottle.

"Rest for ten minutes, then continue." After taking it and putting it away, Aomo then pulled out again the Monster Studies Preface he had been looking at earlier, shaking the book to indicate no need to rush.

Then he turned his head again to look at the sun hanging at the horizon, hesitating whether to sink.

"Trainer Lindun, we must take our leave first."

He hadn't even opened his mouth when the other party first pressed their palms together and bowed in salute.

To be frank, compared to a karate practitioner, he seemed more like a ninja from some world, making Aomo want to return the gesture.

But if he were to truly return the gesture, likely someone would soon erupt and scatter.

But considering the opponent is indeed a karate expert, that "Sayounara" might be his own.

Amused, Aomo merely nodded in reply: "Indeed, it's about that time, and Miss Qingzhu should still have her disciplinary committee duties to attend to."

"Oh, thanks to Trainer Lindun, Ailisuzhi classmate, and Meipu Bopang classmate for their help!!" The spirited little girl expressed her thanks thus, the ears atop her head that had previously been slightly drooping now lifted again.

Perseverance is naturally good; thinking of Qingzhu's recalled schedule compilation, thinking that perhaps later she would also become an obstacle for Chazuo and them, Aomo did not reject the appearance of opponents.

The growth of horse girls is always accompanied by countless opponents.

Although he thought so, when he responded to that senior's words—patting his chest and saying that if anything came up later he could come to him for help—watching the two depart, he still couldn't help but yawn.

Associating with such overly energetic folks is really draining on the spirit.

Unfortunately, in this school there might be more than one such spirit-draining individual.

"Yo, long time no see, Aomo."

Thus, hearing that call from afar behind him, he felt somewhat startled and also wearily turned his head.

"Clearly we keep in touch from time to time, but I'm actually not quite sure what you're saying, Miss Tianlangxing."