Chapter 759: NO.128: Nothing, the Real Him Is a White Bald Head

NO. 128: Nothing, the real him is a white bald head.

Jiemen Xiqu is not the Symbolic Family's large training facility that is mostly built but still has some operational problems; it is, instead, the old-style training hall constructed early on by the URA Association.

During typhoon-season holidays, the horse girls who come to train are always few, let alone now, when there are many races.

Horse girls preparing for races are often told by trainers to lower training intensity, or even just rest, to avoid mistakes before the race.

After a race, horse girls naturally rest and relax for different reasons—

——Individual cautious trainers or horse girls will also suggest a medical check-up first, to confirm they haven't left any hidden injury from giving their all.

For example, Xishi Feng's trainee, the Eastern Sea Emperor, was found to have a fractured bone after the Jidong Derby and is now undergoing rehab training.

Although this happened several months ago, it still serves as a warning.

Of course, even among this cautious group, Jiemes and Miyu, the trainer-horse girl pair, are relatively heavyweight——

——They need not only a medical check-up but also a dispelling-evil ritual.

They even plan to come back for a follow-up in two days.

It doesn't feel like after a race; it feels more like attending a dark gathering.

But the horse girl's decision, after the dispelling-evil ritual, to voluntarily go to the training hall actually matches everyone's usual view of horse girls.

Just the timing isn't quite right.

"It doesn't look promising."

Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window of the second-floor stands, Aomo gazed into the distance at the black silhouette pulling away from Xiao Lin Li Qi and New Universe.

As a senior in the high school division, even though she usually leads rather than does a big escape, Miyu's advantage now is only natural.

But what Aomo evaluates is not her running style at the moment; he merely watches her eyes, which occasionally show due to the track's angle.

"So when that kid voluntarily suggested wanting to run, I had no reason to refuse."

Standing beside Aomo, Jiemes sighed: "If just running could improve one's mood, that would be the best."

"It's hard." Aomo was not optimistic.

"When she learned from me that Bourbon had not a single piece, the emotion that appeared earlier than regret in her eyes was relief."

"What's more, her facial features obviously relaxed."

Jiemes, hearing this, fell silent for a moment before speaking: "That kid has actually had several times before where, after a race, she couldn't find anyone, and only by producing some formal words could she be seen… uh… can you understand?"

"Like this time's customary dispelling-evil, or like a fixed arrangement in the training plan, right?" Aomo said softly, "A good child who isn't willful, even when throwing a tantrum, is still that humble."

"Yeah, just as you said," although Jiemes had learned quite a bit about the other's deeds, he still marveled at the accuracy of their evaluation, but in the following words he would still turn back: "Although using this point to meet always feels a bit sad, I can only use this way to make her face me, to speak face-to-face."

"This time you haven't enlightened her yet?"

"Today is a hard-won meeting; on the way I ran into Xiao Lu."

"He's also a good kid and won't ignore Miss Miyu," Aomo said, "but to Miss Miyu he's still relatively a stranger, so you wouldn't say it in front of him."

"Right, but I want them to meet; Xiao Lu is a fine boy, and even when he heard me say I often miss things for various reasons, he voluntarily offered to help me."

Aomo gave a slight nod: "I suppose that's also why he came to find me."

From the high vantage point, one could see both that child and Chao Cang Lu and the 'Iga Chestnut Person' standing outside the lower fence.

Compared to the two trainers accustomed to watching horse girls run, the two Ultramen seemed still immersed in the novelty of what they'd just witnessed—if so, that would save trouble, but sadly, their faces showed no joy, only varying degrees of solemnity.

Seeing this, Aomo also felt a twinge of regret.

Out of personal selfishness, he would rather show the two otherworldly visitors the charm of this world.

Rather than a little girl withdrawing into her shell under pressure.

But if we set aside personal motives, both are adults; although they have some immaturity, they don't immediately think the whole world is night just because they see black.

Their feelings now are largely the same as those experienced by the elder named Aidi when first arriving on Earth.

He doesn't doubt that they will develop some guiding, correcting resolve; he only feels that as a guide he might not be up to the task.

Moreover, as a genuine horse girl enthusiast, Aomo still wants to first let the two see the appealing aspects of horse girl races, then mention some shadows under the light as appropriate.

This may not be correct to say, but it counts as the ideal order of understanding.

But right now……

Thinking about the concept of 'making things', at this point he can't even say right or wrong, so he lets this helplessness go unsaid.

Watching the black-haired girl dash across the field, then being met briskly by a young person with towel and water bottle, while the 'middle-aged person' holding the stopwatch lags half a beat but still catches up at a quick pace—he actually has nothing to be helpless about.

Originally he just wanted to recommend the work to two out-of-town friends; although the order is off, the other party even decided to participate in the production, which exceeds the goal.

Meanwhile, a colleague beside him also worried about this: "Are you really okay? To be honest, I actually have no reason to refuse their enthusiasm, after all I often show up with problems that make me prone to absence."

"Although things are stable for half a month after the dispelling-evil and I can also happen to guide Xiao Lu, I can't be sure whether I'll frequently bother you in the future."

"And you always look busy."

Jiemes clearly shows Aomo some respect, as evidenced by the uninterrupted honorifics; this respect is not only gratitude for Aomo agreeing to his request despite being busy, but also awe at Aomo's abilities demonstrated so far.

Although the three girls under Aomo have debut win records of only 1/1 each, the other party's ability to always understand and hit the key points in conversation is something this nearly-thirty-year-old lacks.

Of course, after learning that a colleague can actually turn into a fifty- to sixty-meter monster, you have to be polite—this is another realm altogether.

"No matter how busy, there's always time to assign homework and grade papers; these days we have AI assistance, and I'm no old fogey." Aomo said, his eyes still on that child.

"Moreover, the combination of Mr. Chao and Miss Miyu is indeed something to look forward to, right?" He glanced at the light screen, took off his glasses, and looked.

Compared to whatever could remind him of the sharpness when he first saw the hospital, Jiemes was more astonished by the change in the other's eye color.

As a person from Hongying, such eyes could easily make him think of certain ethnic groups seen in his homeland.

Like a snake, like a dragon, it is a sharpness far more awe‑inspiring than before.

But he did not comment on the other's features, just as Aomo didn't ask why he suddenly dyed his hair.

To give the timid child a sense of safety among peers, this man who once had a head of light‑gold short hair changed into his present black‑haired look—an effort with little practical effect that, frankly, invites ridicule.

He has indeed been lightly teased by some colleagues.

But Trainer Lintun, although his gaze fell on it when they met again, did not ask.

So he wouldn't ask the other party either.

He just continued the other's topic, saying: "… Xiao Lu is indeed quite sunny, probably able to offset some of Mi Yu's inferiority habit."

But this remark earned him a surprised look from the other party.

"Sunny?"

He was speechless, yet didn't laugh, merely shaking his head.

"Trainer Stuart, have you always thought you and Miss Mi Yu are of the same kind?"

"Um, yes, what's the problem with that?"

"If I may say, when one person glances at another, it's impossible to see her whole picture; calling them 'of the same kind' usually just overlooks the premise that certain traits exist."

"… What are you trying to say? I'm a bit confused."

"I know a girl who lives wildly and unrestrained; she always thinks another girl who follows the rules is her kind, but in fact the latter neither denies nor agrees."

"That just sounds like a refusal to answer, Trainer Lin Dun."

"When something cannot be denied yet is not agreed upon, such a situation can also occur, Trainer Stuart."

"Miss Mi Yu shares some similarities with you in the burden of fate, but in this current predicament of being targeted by many and hard to change, you are actually far from her."

""

"Personality is like a strange stone; from any angle you see similar aspects, but only the matching side can prove you share that aspect, not that you can understand her other sides, which is why a person's life needs many teachers."

He said this, stepped forward, and headed toward the door far off in the stands.

Jiemesi's gaze also turned with his steps: "You mean… Mr. Chao Cang Lu could…"

"You can teach her how to face misfortune, but you cannot teach her how to face the overwhelming condemnation, nor how to face this already irreversible fate."

"Because you have never truly experienced these, even eliminating misfortune itself is merely a comfortable makeshift coping."

"You are actually already tired, aren't you?"

Aomo standing at the doorway watched Jiemesi with his back to the track: "Over the years your efforts haven't truly turned fate, so you've grown accustomed to periodically eliminating misfortune, no longer exploring everywhere as you once did—of course that's not wrong, and I don't mean to blame you; whether steady or calm, it remains a merit."

"But I think the most persuasive instruction in this world is to pull out a part of what you possess and show it to the other; that bloody impact, those twisted, mottled scars, will be an education the other cannot forget."

"That sounds a bit too extreme." Jiemesi's expression stiffened; what the other said was practically like laying cut flesh before his eyes.

Yet his expression remained so bland.

The proportion of awe in Jiemesi's eyes was shifting toward fear.

"An extreme psyche deserves this drastic healing; in Dongyan it's called 'fighting poison with poison,'" Aomo, opening the door and stepping half a foot out, said, "Forgive my bluntness, Trainer Jiemesi, your ideas and views are often too ordinary."

"As ordinary as Miss Mi Yu herself."

"Being sufficiently similar in temperament to the horse girl is both an advantage and a disadvantage; that child indeed needs another self, but not a completely identical one."

"Well, that's all I have to say; please excuse my temporary absence."

"I'll be back soon."

"If Mr. Chao asks, just say I'm temporarily going to the restroom."

He said this and closed the door.

Left behind was a colleague who seemed to have suffered a mental shock, his gaze somewhat scattered, and even more immensely complex.

He turned his gaze toward the distant pair of black‑haired figures, one tall and one short.

Compared to his own dyed‑black hair, perhaps the natural one is indeed better…