Chapter 74

The temperature is 31°C.

After adjustment by the city-wide temperature control system, the perceived temperature is about 24-5°C, making one can't help but marvel at the convenience and greatness of modern technology.

Even if Aomo rides out on his own specially customized cool free motorcycle, trying to become a ghost‑fire youth, he still has to honestly stop at the red light and feel the stagnant temperature after losing the wind boost.

Recalling how he once caught a cold in an autumn rain, he then marveled at how good contemporary technology is.

By the way, he also felt that the city's wind is relatively mild.

Perhaps those who have crossed over feel this more deeply; Aomo recalled chatting early in the morning with netizens, and Kailifu, Bi Ze, and David all had remarks about the recent temperature topic.

Kailifu's topic was a bit out of season, after all, it's still low temperature in the cold season there.

Others were singing praises of cooling down, while there they lamented warming up, and then the conversation somehow shifted to volcanic monster birds.

Then Aomo twisted onto Ladun, the topic quickly shifted to Dimensional Beast Battle, and finally they agreed to go back and settle the score in a game called Monster Brawl.

By the way, I wish Xiao She success in the application.

It's probably just the application... Even if a new trainer is basically equivalent to an 'apprentice', they are supposed to be the assistant of a formal trainer—of course, that's still considered lucky, and the title 'Deputy Trainer' is stronger than 'New Trainer'.

A pure 'New Trainer' is indeed an apprentice, with low pay, but at least they have a salary and social benefits, and it's indeed a decent job; for the Boundary Gate District, where idol‑chasing culture is strong, it's also considered one of the most desired careers—top 5 overall and top 3 for men.

Don't ask why it's not first; trainers really have a lot to learn, especially having to look after the moods of Horse Girls.

You should know that, aside from the retired or semi‑retired members of the university division, the Horse Girls are all teenage girls in their prime youth.

This period is already emotionally charged, let alone the middle‑school division kids; that's why saying a trainer might end up acting like both father and mother.

But perhaps... maybe just perhaps......

'Aomo (Xiao She) as a trainer? Isn't that quite suitable? You're naturally good at taking care of people, aren't you?'

"..." Upon thinking that both of his close friends had made similar comments when they heard the news, Aomo's grip on the handlebars tightened a bit.

Fortunately, this motorcycle was designed from the start to be compatible with Demonization, a modified version of the Beta Magic Box.

The color matching goes without saying; the key is guaranteed quality—you could even use it as a weapon to smash people without issue, and the non‑slip rubber on the handlebars is custom‑made to Aomo's strength specifications, so there's no risk of it being pinched apart.

Before discussing how to modify the motorcycle, he happened to have just completed a full physical exam, which was extremely convenient for this discussion.

However, designing a helmet for the Demonization‑affected head is genuinely troublesome; the other party even considered the capabilities of nanomemory metal, making Aomo shake his head in disbelief.

The price of the Beta System and Beta Magic Blade is already hard to imagine; he wouldn't even dare guess the cost of the technology that turned them into a free motorcycle, but he knows how expensive nanomemory metal is—so forget it, since Demonization is like a knight's transformation, any ordinary helmet that looks like a normal human head will do.

By the way, I wish Xiao She success in the application.

What could he say? He could only express gratitude.

Actually, thinking about it, for executives of the interstellar company, these prices are hardly anything; especially the riding gear, which is likely produced by a subsidiary and can be arranged with just a phone call.

Still, the most expensive part is the Beta System set.

I have a feeling that, aside from the trial report, they might someday take on a commission from the Frontier Lighthouse.

Such a heavy investment really feels weighty.

But these were all just reflections when he received the parcel; now Aomo naturally doesn't want to become a negative example of traffic driving, and the consequences of getting distracted while speeding can be seen in accident compilation videos.

Very appetizing.

What he's still thinking right now is—when he was chatting with Kailifu and Bi Ze, why didn't he steel himself and send that meme of a baseball bat smashing a head?

Those two guys make it seem like he was previously destined to be a babysitter.

You really overestimate me!

Aomo felt indignant.

Last night he crammed at the last minute, speed‑reading all the Horse Girls data he had collected via quantum reading, then cleaned it up with a powerful search engine.

Finally he picked out some interviews with renowned trainers, a small portion of trainers' private conversations, and then the public information about the training basics that trainers need to know.

He thoroughly reviewed it once more and then drew a conclusion:

RIP!

I don't even have a chance to pass the written exam!

"Mr. Aomo, over here!"

Suddenly, a patch of green stood out in the distance where his gaze had locked, and he could even hear the figure greeting him; Aomo's heart jolted, somewhat surprised that the other's vision was not weaker than his own, yet he also realized that, after all, the other was the 'Green Devil', whose notable abilities were no surprise.

Jiangsheng Jingchuan, the permanent secretary beside Central Tresen Chairman Qiu Chan Misheng, who in Aomo's records has stayed at Tresen for at least thirteen years and is the chairman's capable assistant; because she always wears a green hat and a green uniform, many trainers privately call her the 'Green Devil'.

After all, this secretary handles many duties; this title can be seen as the trainers' awe of her abilities, or perhaps they are simply transmigrants, and the label signifies that they really sink many ships in card draws.

After all, according to Bi Ze's earlier game setting, this person is the banner girl of the card‑draw segment.

However, this nickname is only internal gossip, not spread to the public; aside from this guy who once deeply dug data online, probably few know the trainers' specific identities.

In fact, setting aside the 'Green Devil' identity, Jiangsheng Jingchuan also has some other roles—for instance, Aomo vaguely recalls seeing her likeness on a certain movie poster.

That image is fictional, portrayed by a similar black‑haired horse girl.

Yet that film is based on historical fact: the once‑dominant phantom Horse Girls, with an unbeaten record of ten wins in ten battles, carrying dreams and radiating brilliance, left a legendary tale of their peak before departing gracefully.

It was once popular, highly praised, and its box office in the Boundary Gate District crushed all contemporary films, after which it suddenly disappeared from public view.

—just like the deeds of its movie protagonist.

And looking again at the figure standing before the school gate, beneath that strikingly similar black hair lies a composed and steady posture.

Not... or rather, it's hard to match up.

Aomo gradually eased his speed, gently swaying the front wheel to ensure he could pull up beside the other in the smoothest manner.

This doesn't match the exuberance he usually shows when faced with a highly satisfactory new vehicle.

He should have pulled off a flashy big drift, or even lifted his foot to perform a classic mid‑section brake that tests shoe‑sole material, to show off the sharpness unique to youth, but seeing the other's gaze, he chose to restrain himself and arrive in this composed posture.

Rather than saying he wanted to give a good impression, it's more like he noticed the slight fatigue hidden beneath that composed and steady posture.

An overly familiar fatigue.

Since we're both similar unlucky folks, why make things difficult for each other?

But... Even if Aomo made such a concession, that bright silver demonic car head, which is eighty percent similar to his demonized brain, still makes it hard for the other party to feel even a hint of steadiness.

""

There's nothing we can do about it.

Noticing JunChuan JiangSheng's gaze clearly fixed on the antenna housing shaped like devil horns at the front of the car, Aomo's expression inevitably stiffened a bit.

"Hello, Miss JunChuan JiangSheng, I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long." Aomo, having taken off his helmet, shook his head slightly, allowing the pressed-down hair to recover a little.

When awkward, people often fall back on basic topics like the weather or food, but fortunately Aomo is not lacking in experience opening conversations; he simply prefers to observe.

"Ah, of course."

As the secretary to the chairman and a senior with rich professional experience, JunChuan JiangSheng naturally could respond to Aomo's greeting, smoothing over the just‑arisen awkwardness between them.

"Hello, Mr. Lin Dun."

"You're punctual, but there's no need to use such honorifics; the chairman holds high expectations for you, and as his secretary, I share that sentiment."

"Then please forgive my boldness, Miss JunChuan..."

Still seated on the bike, balancing its far‑heavier‑than‑it‑looks weight on one foot, Aomo turned his head and quickly scanned the surroundings.

He saw the cherry‑blossom lane they had come by, the honey‑drink cart not far from the gate, and the horse‑girl students gathered in front of the vehicle.

8:20 a. m.

It was still a time when the horse‑girls weren't in class, and moreover a time when early‑bird commuters were hurrying along.

He ignored the occasional sidelong glances from some horse‑girls, and also ignored the horse‑girl athlete that JunChuan JiangSheng turned her head to focus on—the Eastern Sea Emperor whose steps never braked.

Apart from that cart, seeing no other vehicles around, Aomo turned his head and posed the first question after meeting JunChuan JiangSheng:

"May I ask where I should park?"