Chapter 728: NO．97：Sirius：What the hell?

NO．97：Sirius：What the hell?

As everyone knows, the acting skills of Miss Sirius Symbol can only be used to act as herself.

Just as her name suggests, Sirius is the brightest main-sequence star in Earth's night sky, and freely displaying the radiance of a first-class star has always been her way of life.

Although the Sun's luminosity is actually far inferior to that of Three Stars Seven, Old Man Star, and even Great Horn Star, it is still close enough to the solar system and, at this distance, the brightest white dwarf in terms of luminosity.

The greatest effort she can make is not to restrain her radiance, but to stand beneath the blazing sun, thereby no longer being so conspicuous.

On this basis, not seeing each other is not a bad choice.

Although Aomo had no expectations of the other's acting skills, he also thought the other would at least know to stay away from the crime scene, away from the parties involved.

But looking at this scene now, regardless of whether the process is tortuous, the result is the same: pathetic.

After all, the other party is not that aged, scorching black sun, but a full moon that hangs sunlight on oneself in an extreme manner.

No matter how bright the moonlight, it cannot outshine Sirius's point of light; its conspicuousness remains, hard to ignore, just like those hate-filled crimson eyes staring at oneself right now.

?

"Any rainy day can make me happy, especially when I'm stuck indoors in the rain, but my feeling just now still comes from an interesting tidbit online."

Although I was questioning Sirius, Ludaofu's words also demanded a reply; Aomo felt somewhat innocent, so he sent a telepathic message:

"What are you staring at me for? I didn't betray you."

Thus, the other's face flashed a moment of confusion and surprise, but they picked up the beacon of Aomo's telepathy, allowing the words to be conveyed:

"But I'm like this because you got caught!"

"Where does this even come from?"

Sirius had not yet answered, but Ludaofu Xiangzheng unexpectedly said: "Actually it's the internet? I thought Trainer Lin Dun was cheering because he was about to meet someone from another world."

She had already walked to the desk, stopped at the other side of the floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes seeing the dense raindrops outside and the water that occasionally blurred the glass.

Although the words seemed casual, they carried a hint of interrogation, causing Aomo to involuntarily look toward Sirius, who was sitting directly on the guest sofa.

"Don't pick up! She's always disliked that old lady's arrangements!"

"The transmigrant group is always common in the Boundary Gate Area; there's no need for this, and even the horse girls themselves possess half a soul from another world."

"Yeah, the soul of horse racing is also an otherworldly existence, so in Trainer Lin Dun's eyes, are horse girls also considered half-otherworldly?"

"Personality and thought are not like that, but the body and fate are inseparably linked to the other world."

"'Body and... fate?' Ludaofu murmured softly, as if deeply moved."

"'Strictly speaking, it's just fate—due to fate, one's physique is special, and due to fate, one often suffers hardships.' Aomo immediately picked up on this topic, and the degree of its deviation was enough to leave a certain Sirius who despises pretense stunned."

"The soul of horse racing undoubtedly occupies an unshakable foundation; it is the absolute advantage held when horse girls are young, their souls not yet strong and their fate still fragile, integrating that foundation into every horse girl's life."

"But when making decisions at those crossroads, it is undoubtedly the human part that decides—this is what horse girls are."

"This specialness sets this group apart from ordinary people, and even from the vast majority of species."

"From birth, they are bound by the hardships of a fixed fate, and they walk the road of defying fate; the female group of horse girls truly deserves to be called an otherworldly existence, each bearing a brilliance hard to find in this world."

"It's a pity, too many horse girls let themselves fade away, just like the tale of 'Destroying the Prodigy' from East Yan; even with an outstanding start, they eventually end up lost among the crowd."

"'Hey, you don't need to say that!' Sirius Symbol suddenly felt the topic was heading in the wrong direction and hurriedly reminded."

But Aomo seemed to turn a deaf ear.

"'Not yet started a career, not yet earned a laurels, already turned elsewhere... Indeed, for life there is no superiority or inferiority; horse girls who do not choose the racecourse can still find a happy and fulfilling future, and might even be glad about it—this choice is beyond reproach, just as everyone has the right to choose their own future.'"

"'Hey!'"

After all, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that lets him say what would have seemed abrupt at any other time, and most importantly—Ludaofu Xiangzheng has obviously experienced something lately, so she now listens to Aomo's loquacious talk without interrupting, instead growing ever more silent.

That seems to show some wavering, letting him see a chance to strike, allowing the bow that's been too tight for too long to loosen its string—preparation.

All along, the horse girl who is the emperor, the central student council president, and the future head of the Symbol family have kept themselves too tense; this sheer endurance even allowed Aomo to see it in news photos and school promotional posters, so when he first arrived at the student council, he had a blunt remark:

"'Won't you feel tired?'"

But Aomo's makeshift solution at that time was smooth and flawless, showing few problems; however, from then on he consciously paid attention to Ludaofu Xiangzheng's condition.

He had also wanted to contribute to his idol, but ultimately found no opportunity.

Of course, helping out is actually quite simple—just dare to speak and act, like the countless volunteers who come to ease the president's burden.

But Aomo clearly knows that such superficial help cannot achieve any effect.

A truly airtight heart, even its muscle is as hard as stone.

He also kept failing to find an opportunity, and once even thought that the Moon Gallop Symbol itself was an opportunity, but he didn't expect that after the Moon Gallop Symbol incident, the other's attitude and spirit still showed no sign of relaxation.

On the contrary, to fill the vacancy they wound themselves even tighter, expending more mental energy.

Could this person really be throwing all their passion into work?

Aomo once had such surprise, and upon hearing the news brought by Sirius Symbol, he genuinely believed to some extent that the Speed Symbol also worried about the same issue.

But he never expected that the next day he would be able to notice some abnormality in the other.

That forced-spirited appearance inevitably reminded him of Miss Ling from a few days ago.

Likewise, being out of sorts, Ludaofu Xiangzheng is clearly bolstering her spirit, unlike Miss Ling's overzealous haste.

What special days are these?

I've only heard of collective lazy dogs in May, never of concentrated agitation in September?

He had some doubts, but also did not consider gentle side remarks to soothe.

Comfort during wavering can indeed help get through the present, but it also drains one's spirit.

That is also loosening the string, yet it raises the risk of the string snapping.

So he stared at her lowered purple eyes, observed any twitch on her face, and likewise watched her fingers that had nowhere to hide beneath the short sleeves of her summer uniform.

The forts where the emperor once resided now all reveal defenseless gaps at this moment.

What is this?

What exactly has she heard and seen?

Has anyone doubted and shaken her ideal?

Anyone who could do this would first think of the speed symbol.

But that old lady had no such motive; even if she were to give herself an opportunity, it would seem too deliberate. By the time Ludaofu Xiangzheng came to his senses, it was already a bad move.

He was pondering something hard to understand; his light brown eyes gradually showed a hint of dark red, for he had not yet stopped speaking, and his brain was racing.

"But also from that moment——"

'Aomo Lindun!'

"Quiet, Miss Sirius."

Suddenly the sensation turned into an explosion, almost making the Sirius symbol's vision go black, ears ringing; in the shadow before her eyes seemed a pair of distant, huge eyes, dark red in color, black slits, seizing her mind, leaving her frozen in the distance.

Is this the mental vigor a 19‑year‑old youth should have? This kid……

"In my eyes, they have fallen from shining‑hearted brilliance to mediocrity, likewise losing the quality that sets them apart from the present age."

"I don't believe their spirit is so low, I don't believe the running instinct of horse girls would cease normally, but they have indeed succumbed to various real‑world setbacks; what do you think of that?"

"……"

"Do you still remember the ideal you once spoke into the microphone at the TV station?"

"'Bajun duoxing…' Ludaofu Xiangzheng's voice was rather low."

"But for the other two present, the sound was not hard to catch; yet Aomo still put on an act of not hearing clearly and asked: 'What?'"

"'Bajun duoxing…' the woman with three‑colored long hair lifted her head; in her violet pupils flickered a stubborn, mad light, reflected into the black within that hint of dark red, just as Qianming once said:"

"'A horse girl who can win the Triple Crown always has a demon residing within her.'"

"I will create a world where horse girls can all live happily!"

"'Correct,' as if affirming her own ideal, and also seeming to recall the feeling of that year, a divine light that could conceal that brilliance covered her eyes: 'The goal is still far off; I shouldn't think about these miscellaneous matters—how could I have forgotten?'"

"Everyone walking their own path of destiny must face a moment of choice; if too focused, they will forget to look back."

"You're right, thank you very much, Trainer Aomo."

"Overpraised, Miss Ludaofu."