Chapter 774

NO. 143: He's feeling terrible.

The central horse girls each have their own characteristics, and their families are likewise distinctive.

As a trainer with three horse girls under him, Aomo already had a clear understanding of this.

Suzi's parents were quite reassured about their daughter; when Aomo initially contacted them about Suzi's vacation situation, trying to give a heads-up so they wouldn't think their daughter had gone missing— their nonchalant attitude gave Aomo the feeling that even if Suzi really went missing, they wouldn't care.

But this attitude isn't really indifference, after all they still occasionally send things to Tresen— those obviously carefully selected pieces of equipment, which couldn't just be decided by casual fiddling.

By comparison, Boubang's parents seemed much more 'ordinary'.

The father was earnest and strict, the mother gentle and kind— so ordinary as to be almost a template parental personality, and with their mutual concern they formed an equally template three-person household.

The only difference was that the father wasn't just earnest and strict; he was also a former trainer, and from childhood he had intended to steer Boubang toward the racetrack, telling her about many races and laying some running foundations for her since she was young— and he got along very well with Aomo, whether talking about training, teaching Boubang, or just chatting… he was practically ready to call Aomo brother.

The age gap was still rather large.

Still, they would occasionally call— either to check in with Boubang or directly with Aomo, discussing Boubang's recent situation and the latest horse girl races— even though he had retired, it didn't stop Boubang's father from staying informed about the industry.

Talking about this is like discussing politics, except that netizens' political chatter is basically unreliable, while experts chatting about the environment are truly full of gems.

Aomo and Boubang's father getting along so well largely means that this 'industry political chatter' is quite compatible.

Men, the reason they hit it off at first sight is either because they have high compatibility in playing together, or their XP matches, or they discover they share the same political stance (x).

For the trainers, their views on some veteran horse girls, as well as their choice of training methods for today's horse girls, together constitute their political stance.

You can tell who you can chat with and who you can't just based on these two points.

Bourbon's mother actually hopes Aomo will look after Bourbon more, after all that child's communication deficit is so obvious that many times she won't even actively express her grievances.

Aomo agreed wholeheartedly, feeling fortunate that the other party had such a 'normal' set of parents.

In contrast to those two sets of parents, Chazuo's parents, although equally 'normal' and likewise caring for their daughter, and regularly sending her high-quality coffee beans, just don't get along well with Aomo.

They seem to be somewhat more fearful of Aomo, as if they saw something terrifying during a remote video call with him, and they try to avoid communication as much as possible.

He once thought it was because they had high spiritual perception, after all having such an outstanding daughter as Chazuo, the parents might be able to instantly see Aomo's demonic true form, and even the Hei'an he himself had bound.

But after several unavoidable encounters, he began to suspect that Zhouri Ningjing guy.

After all, he had evidence—this female ghost always appears in the vicinity during the time he makes phone calls.

Although he only began to be able to directly perceive her existence after obtaining the Lover Ghost card and getting used to overlaying demon vision with Hei'an vision.

But the frequency of detection after that is enough to infer that she was also present during the previous few times.

What exactly is the conflict between this big kid and his family?

This question... Aomo isn't that curious about it; he just found an opportunity when the other party wasn't around to tattle to Chazuo.

Afterwards, Zhouri Ningjing's irritable appearance of being suspicious but unable to find evidence naturally became good material for his coffee drinking... but let's not mention this.

He merely got used to the different styles of these horse girl relatives; even in their normal caring for their daughters there are differences.

And when he obtained Shunchuan Miss's provided contact information for Aimu Zhiji's parents and promptly made the call, he again had a new impression.

"Shunchuan Miss..." Aomo instinctively turned his head, only to find that the other party was already gone.

"Huh? If you mean the reins, she already left earlier~"

On the contrary, a certain energetic horse girl who perhaps should be said to be guarding her post enthusiastically reminded him beside him.

Because Mr. Asakura's situation had been resolved, after helping Trainer Linton, this green-clad secretary had already, while Aomo was on the phone, made silent farewell gestures toward several others.

She always has many things to be busy with, unable to stay in one place for too long; Aomo understands this as well.

After all, he himself is often like that.

So at present he merely raised both hands, spread them regretfully, then lowered them: "Well then, doctor, this is the consent document from Miss Zhiji's guardian; when can it start at the earliest?"

Having decided, we must strike while the iron is hot; even if it fails later there will be room for adjustment—although Aomo heard that the several chief physicians in the infirmary are quite steady with their needles, capable of moving many horse girl fans who are transmigrators to tears with their touching degree.

"It can be done now; the moxibustion equipment has always been on standby," said one of those chief physicians, standing up and walking toward the adjacent medical supplies storage room, the pale gold ponytail behind his white coat sweeping back and forth, "but you need to avoid the area."

"I can understand."

Aomo immediately stood up and looked toward the Aimu Zhiji who was quietly raising her head to look at him.

Her quiet demeanor is quite similar to Chazuo's, but because her sister will stand there imitating her, the scene becomes rather delicate, and this disruption of atmosphere also makes it hard for Aomo to keep his composure.

"Your parents…" he wanted to say but stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"Never mind, it's nothing."

"?"

Aomo originally wanted to say your parents seem not very friendly, but after thinking he gave up, because saying it would just let the other party continue to mock him with a deadpan expression.

Perhaps this is exactly what the other party instructed?

Thinking back to those brief replies that, upon hearing, felt like they were in the same vein as Aimu Zhiji's cold responses, he couldn't help but lament that he indeed had a hot face pressed against a cold butt.

A single notice to parents caused the student to be inexplicably upset, the parents were also unfriendly, and the doctor's reminder felt like an admonition aimed at someone who doesn't understand things.

Although he wasn't angry, the result of sticking to his principles was like this, and he still felt a little hurt.

Upon recalling again the 'efficient conversation' with Zhiji's parents, that tone which faintly hinted at some pretentiousness likely indicated a certain degree of information sharing… that was probably the earlier time, right?

Earlier, Miss Zhiji was holding her phone, head down, silently tapping away.

Was he angry enough to make the parents adopt this attitude? It seems that his earlier acceptance of Shunchuan Miss's words was still inadequate.

He still thought his words were conservative, not even considering making a joke about himself being a trainer.

But the result…

Miss Vega probably neither needs a trainer nor likes being told she is being trained.

This is not hard to understand; after all, not only young people but even adults would displeasedly say 'Are you teaching me how to do things?'—Miss Vega, who has always trained alone, perhaps still cannot accept others pointing and directing.

Should we adjust the way we interact? Pull back a bit more distance?

But currently it's already near laissez-faire; pulling back further would not guarantee that subsequent training progress and direction would be sufficiently ideal…

He was silently thinking, then his train of thought was interrupted by the doctor's footsteps as he turned back.

In any case, I'll wait outside..." He hadn't finished speaking when he glanced at the midair, then said again, "I have something to attend to; I'll be away for a while. If I don't return promptly, you should train on your own."

As he spoke, he was about to turn and head outside when the other party called out: "Hey, are you alright?"

It's rare to see Aimu Zhiji showing such a worried expression; it's hard to say whether she's worried about herself or about her thinking of other plans that might displease her.

But no matter what, he tentatively does not intend to make a change.

Let's just maintain the status quo for now and observe some more… perhaps we also need a frank conversation.

As for Aomo, who hadn't even considered giving up, he optimistically said, "It's fine, just a slight urgent matter; although acupuncture is said not to be very painful, there is still a slight sensation of pain."

He raised his hand, made a "two" gesture, smiled, and said, "Keep at it, and I'll bring you fluffy pork buns later."

Naturally, that includes the little sister's share.

After saying that, he stepped out of the room, leaving Aimu Zhiji watching him leave the door, and Qianming representative looking bewildered at the two of them.

What show is this?

She, who usually pretends to be clueless, still couldn't quite make sense of the recent change in atmosphere.

As for that illusory little sister invisible to ordinary people, she quietly tugged at her older sister's sleeve.

"Dad and Mom, just now I imitated my older sister's attitude and spoke to the trainer (. _. `)."

"Huh?" Aimu Zhiji froze, looking at her own younger sister.

Earlier, the younger sister had quietly followed Aomo when he went out to make a call, because she lacked Zhouri Ningjing's ability to manipulate data as if it were an extension of her arm, so she could only directly eavesdrop.

But she also lacked sufficient concealment techniques; Aomo could spot her at a glance, though he didn't feel the need to avoid her during this call, so he didn't make any move to drive her away.

So he simply let her listen, and thus she listened to the entire conversation.

"Sis and Mom and Dad, this is really excessive? ∧?, the trainer must be feeling terrible."

——

"Any results? Another unregistered building? Look up the initial construction records—this gang surely hasn't been evading taxes all along, has it?"

Outside, Aomo strode toward the teaching building's exit, tracing the data codes on the light screen.

"There's still a lot of discarded data? I'll have my digital beast partner interface with you to verify."

His whole being radiated the spirited vigor of a fish that's just taken the bait.

"Huh? Jie Si Ti Si? Is that what he said? Then I'll have to wait a bit—I need to contact a few others."

"Yes, after winning two consecutive rounds of guessing, the opposing side doesn't seem like an ordinary organization either, so we need to be more careful—you two withdraw first, and then another network assault team will take over."

Having said that, he hung up, pulled up Sai Luo's chat log, and with light, gradually fading steps, he vanished from sight before even reaching the exit.