Chapter 741: NO. 110: Looking Forward to the Night in the Small World

NO. 110: Looking forward to the night in the small world.

The former Aimu Zhiji walked on a road that could almost be considered an imagined extreme.

Out of guilt, out of a psychology akin to post-disaster survivor PTSD, she constantly lived, ran, and trained in self-blame; even taking part in competitions was to run for her sister's stars— as if that could bring a little relief.

The subtle yet real feeling naturally existing between sisters failed to become a bond that heals the heart; instead it became like a phone line with spotty signal— turning into a lesion where misunderstandings fester and deepen.

It also caused the originally steady Weaver One to become an off‑track comet, racing down the road of self‑destruction.

By now, my imagined judgments have been dispelled, extreme negative emotions resolved, and even my connection with my sister has gradually stabilized thanks to Chazuo's frequent help.

Gradually becoming like the other horse girls, she started eating and playing with friends (though she always wore a sullen face, as if kidnapped), occasionally showing her little temper.

Her face also occasionally showed a smile.

From a conspicuous individual, she became 'a member of the group'.

In that light, the former Aimu Zhiji who once raced toward destruction yet shone so brilliantly no longer exists.

Even though she persisted in training, matching Bopang's daily perfect attendance, the goddesses no longer expected anything, and Dali Alabo directly suspected that Aomo had also given up on her, thinking perhaps it didn't matter who won.

She made a choice, giving up her dream for a smoother life— just like those horse girls who retired early or transferred schools; too many have walked this path.

This inevitably made Aomo feel a bit regretful.

Although he long understood that the concept of 'god' is not a big deal, only the objects of faith in a few monotheistic religions are shaped to be omniscient and omnipotent, whereas the 'gods' in most polytheistic beliefs always have human‑like strengths and weaknesses——

——regardless of personality or power.

That limit is plainly evident.

There is no divinity to speak of in philosophical or mental terms, nor the omniscience that sees into hearts.

But when he heard Dali Alabo say that, he replied lightly, yet his heart could not help sighing.

"Really one‑sided……"

"……Trainer?"

Chazuo, who was holding a cup of coffee, looked up in doubt at the words.

On September 8th, the West District was Miss Qian's long‑awaited typhoon‑holiday time.

Naturally, it would also cover Central Teresin Academy.

But frankly, in such typhoon weather, even if it's a holiday, even if many streets built at great expense have set up barriers and formations to ward off the typhoon, most students still don't want to go out.

Suzi would hesitate between sleeping in and doing experiments, while Chazuo would come to the activity room.

After all, the activity room is meant for trainers and horse girls to communicate and relax— basically a recreational venue.

Moreover, the activity room's predecessor was Suzi's lab plus Chazuo's storage room.

Quiet, non‑interfering.

In the past, Chazuo liked to stay here, immersed in his own little world as if alone.

Adding the trainer, Suzi, and Bopang makes no difference; after all, Aomo's team, whether trainer or horse girl, stands out for its 'still' quality.

Even the occasionally noisy Ailisuzhi, in the activity room, would focus on experiments and books, showing unbelievable quiet.

Of course, at this moment that person has not yet appeared.

Only the trainer who should have been resting at home appeared by the window.

As the trainer said, Bopang had come half an hour ago and was probably now training in the gym with Miyu and her friends… Chazuo cared more about what Miyu looked like in the gym.

Lifting heavy weights with that petite build…… though not worrying about danger, just thinking about it feels strange.

Frankly, she, under 1.6 m, finds the sight of anyone under 1.5 m strange— fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps.

Clearly in the period of growing taller, but lately only Bopang, the team's tallest, grew 4 cm to reach 166 cm, while Chazuo and Suzi's height measurements remained unchanged.

It also once tempted Suzi to entice Chazuo into helping her research a height‑increasing drug.

If it went smoothly, the next step would be to alter her physique— this temptation naturally failed, after all, the medical‑beauty field of the Jiemen district does offer adjustments for height and physique.

If one really had ideas, why rely on Suzi's thick‑pseudoscience experimental product?

Of course——that is the conclusion of a rational person.

As a comprehensive college with high‑school and junior‑high sections for underage students, those lacking rationality and sufficient knowledge are easy to find; for the former Ailisuzhi this was a natural 'hunting ground', where she could grab guinea pigs and such anywhere.

In Aomo's view, this just meant the homework load was light.

Jidong School indeed assigns far more homework than the gentle Dongyan, but fortunately Central Teresin is a horse‑girl school.

He can also have the horse girls go running.

Since Ailisuzhi's training schedule began, she hasn't caught any strong‑bodied test subjects for drugs— although she sometimes locked onto Aomo to force‑feed him medicine, more often she simply had no time to run those miscellaneous experiments.

Even when she set aside rest time, exhausted she didn't want to move, at one point letting sleeping in dominate her free time.

Then during training she constantly complained about insufficient experiment time; the guinea pig guy was practically a devil.

It always made Chazuo unable to help smiling when he saw it.

After all… although she always says that, Suzi neither avoids nor resists training; that in itself proves her fighting spirit.

Looking at her like this, and then recalling the past horse girl who always avoided running and school matches, it seems like a mistaken memory.

And the reason for this unbelievable change is also the trainer's merit.

But he actually never conducted any sweeping education, and Suzi never experienced any kind of mental shock……

Always quiet, and the black‑haired girl who is extremely awkward in social relations sees clearly with her dark‑gold eyes.

With her unique keen spiritual sense, and those eyes that can see souls clearly.

Observing the 'color' and 'ripple' of those around her, she saw the scorching red break through the original dull gray; Suzi's obvious change she had never been able to describe well in the past.

Until last week.

She was fortunate to be taken by the trainer to White Mountain, and even reached the volcano's interior with the survey team, getting to witness that same scene.

It was the surging magma beneath rock and soil, showing dangerous and frenzied vitality under the influence of weak negative energy.

Too similar.

The pulsating madness and danger — that is exactly Suzi's originally buried obsession, not a newly recreated spiritual hue.

The trainer, he...

「Chazuo, have you recently been visited by Zhiji's sister? 」

「...... Yes, she came to talk with me. 」

「Has it been raining these past two days? 」

「...... No, she... seems to be training. 」

「Ha... what a troublesome kid. 」

Watching the trainer still gazing out the window, his sight gradually lifted to stare far away, a dark red and black fissure appearing in his eyes, Chazuo handed him a coffee.

「Thank you, but sorry, I have to leave for a while. 」

Those beautiful eyes moved over, meeting his gaze, causing his unwavering dark-golden eyes to rise and fall steadily.

「... Hmm..., take an umbrella. 」

「Will do. 」

The man flicked his wrist, revealing a glint of silver, then instantly vanished into the classroom.

It also caused the black-haired girl to stand up, look out the window, and see the man holding an iron-gray umbrella walking down the distant road.

Further ahead, even farther, in a smaller training field, a faint blue point of light flickered indistinctly.

It looked not at all hot, yet it possessed the same vigorous vitality.

The trainer, he... is unlike many trainers I've seen before.

Although he is still reading and studying, he is not like those famous trainers who can easily devise training plans without tools.

But he can draw out the obsession deeply buried in everyone's hearts.

Obsessions of madness, repression, victory — they are never pretty, never related to gentleness, just like the "ghosts" Qianming senior spoke of, and like the evil spirits often dissected in Spirit-Quelling Science.

It can be the madness that burns away everything, or a cold that nearly pierces the bone, or a confidence bordering on ruthlessness.

They immerse themselves in each girl's heart — they are repressed desires, the small worlds they cannot bear to abandon; only by staying there can they breathe steadily.

When it is pulled up, even if the surface shows no change, to Chazuo's eyes the whole person is no longer the same as yesterday.

But they were not taken out of their own worlds; they were merely wrapped in night.

...... No matter what colors are mixed together, they turn black — like night's blackness, within which countless vibrant points of light thrive.

It is precisely because such a trainer exists that one wants the night to continue forever.