Chapter 788: NO.157: How should we talk about the trainer's willfulness again?

NO. 157: How should we talk about the trainer's willfulness again?

Necromancer Lei Bote Si, he is an old acquaintance of a certain O50 elder brother who is temporarily absent, and at the same time he is also a Lei Aoni Ke Si.

He has the ability to casually summon and command monsters, and he claims to have an immortal body, once defeating the three-in-one Ou Bu, but later Ou Bu Ai Mei Li Mu's dart-shaped form regained the field.

Clinging to his last breath, he wanted to resurrect Bei Li Ya Ao Te Man and turn the tables, but in the failure of the resurrection he realized that Bei Li Ya was alive.

Not only was he alive, he even had the time to come over and strike him a blow.

And when Bei Li Ya dealt the finishing blow, what he saw in his eyes was Jie De.

——He indeed has the ability to foresee the future, coming from the genes of the Lei Bu Lang Duo Star People.

The ultimate lifeform Lei Bu Lang Duo Star People are described as omniscient and omnipotent cosmic beings, also possessing the free summoning and control of monsters; in the past they dominated countless monsters as subordinates, ruling the universe for tens of thousands of years——These abilities were also, to some extent, passed on to those Lei Aoni Ke Si through intentionally scattered genetic factors and personal possession.

Among them, the Lei Aoni Ke Si who inherited the most of His genes, aside from a certain defender on the Coiling Dragon, is Bei Li Ya Ao Te Man.

And the successor after Bei Li Ya Ao Te Man was hammered once is the Necromancer Lei Bote Si.

So it's a rather large piece of the puzzle.

Lei Bote Si can awaken the dead and command monsters, and he himself should be a corpse killed by Bei Li Ya.

And Hei'an Gona is also not lacking as a corpse.

Finally is Bei Li Ya——brother, how many times has this bastard died?

Three corpses, two are Lei Aoni Ke Si, one is Bei Li Ya's former troops……Placing these labels one by one on the data projection clue board, Aomo's mind could now conjure several guesses, and he indeed wrote the abbreviations of those guesses below.

Each character left Aimu Zhiji and her sister Sang baffled; as for Chao Cang Lu……

He has already gone to look for Mi Yu.

This direction is also precisely why Aomo would first speak to him.

Chao Cang Lu's spirit is not particularly sensitive; the essence of his worries is also that clear and discernible; in terms of communication difficulty, he can be called 'simple', and once persuaded, he will not waste time.

Because he had already found a place for himself.

Then……the living people in the activity room were only Aomo Lindun and Aimu Zhiji.

In this much more ideal communication environment, 'Doctor Aomo' also did not rush to turn and open fire; he merely, as now, took notes on the information board that the sisters could not understand.

Then, between the two, the elder sister also realized that the current situation counts as the two being alone together, and the younger sister was making the ┌(【д】)┌ gesture, urging her to take some action.

But……

If only she hadn't heard those just now, the hesitant Aimu Zhiji couldn't help thinking that.

Originally she was still tangled over how she should apologize and express herself, but after listening to the other party and that Mr. Chao's conversation and guidance, her heart gained a few measures of absurd turmoil.

Faced with the catastrophe that sounded like it could engulf the galaxy just by growing larger, her hesitation was undoubtedly ridiculous.

But also because it sounded truly unbelievable, she couldn't help doubting whether it was real or fake.

Feeling…if it were that nasty Umastar, it could pull off such a play.

She has never hesitated to assume the worst malice in guessing that net villain (x) who called the police and took her away from the camp back then.

"Don't take it too much to heart; in the end it's a story far away from you."

Now, hearing that net villain say that without turning back, she not only sighs in her heart but also in reality without concealment: "You've said all that, how could it not go to heart? Truly sly."

"Because taking it to heart is also useless; if it's going to happen, you can't stop it; if it's not going to happen, there's no need to consider it," Aomo, after putting down the final note on the information board, turned his head, but his joints still tapped the information board, "Even we here are likewise waiting for news."

"Before we receive the news, our own efforts to gather information won't help much; we might as well each attend to our own tasks." He said, one hand pointing toward the training field, the other toward the rear dormitory direction.

"Just like over there, and the other side."

Considering that Xiao Lu might not even get past the Mei Pu Liao dormitory head, Aomo's left hand made another swipe on the light screen, contacting Chazuo.

For now let's leave it like this; if Chazuo also can't clarify, he'll consider calling Sirius.

Although directly calling Miss Lu Dao Fu would be the safest choice, the student council president might not have the leisure to wrangle with the dormitory head over the convenience of a new assistant.

Wait……the Desert Hero also seems to be from Mei Pu Liao; given her interest in hero biographies, she would probably also be interested in the Ultraman hero chronicles, right?

Just as Aomo was thinking this, he also caught sight of a petite brown-haired figure driving through the rain far away, heading straight for the training field where the wind and rain were fiercest.

That monotonous yet subtle skinsuit posture is undoubtedly Carrot Man.

Faint light steed……Aomo could instantly recognize whose back that was, and could also guess what past the true hero chef was running toward.

However, there was no need to remind Sai Luo and Jie Si Ti Si to pay attention; their senses are not those of ordinary humans, so it wouldn't be worth the extra effort.

"……And you?" She walked over step by step, Aimu Zhiji stood beside him, gazing at the information board she couldn't quite understand, "You're busy, right? Only you are busy?"

"Asking people with a cold face whether they're working overtime has a lethal force I can indeed feel," Aomo stroked his chest, showing a bit of wounded bravado, "but it's not really busy either, just some simple records; I think the real busyness will be the later short-distance race."

"……Any time left?"

The girl raised her violet eyes and asked; this inquiry actually made Aomo raise his eyebrows.

"After all, it's work hours; making room for the horse girls is also part of the trainer's job."

And the girl who asked this question seemed lacking in understanding of trainers.

However, considering her past attitude, it's no surprise that she subconsciously skipped over knowledge about trainers.

"I mean…if that side is important…"

"No need to worry about month-end GI?" Aomo's interface, his eyes carrying a hint of doubt, "I believe you wouldn't say such a thing; rather, saying that you could win the G1 championship without me watching you fits my impression of Miss Vega."

"……Hmm."

"Your condition today is somewhat abnormal."

Dark red pupils, black diamond-shaped slits, reflected a figure that looked somewhat frail.

But she ought to be the dark blue comet that breaks the wind and treads the earth; that dark blue is clear proof of a surface temperature blazing hot.

"……Hmm, the way my parents speak…" Her violet eyes drooped, just as her words were hard to utter.

And the youth, while watching her shyly avoid, still reached out, his hand gripping his own hem, without surprise, without laughter, merely replying softly: "Hmm."

"It was me who told them not to scare you, but…they understood it as imitating me."

"Indeed it's a very familiar style."

Sorry, it's... my willfulness... that caused the mistake.

It's fine, I'm actually glad for this willfulness.

... Is that so?

The girl kept her head lowered, her voice a little hesitant.

The young man didn't intend to make her lift her head; he simply turned his gaze to the distant training field, and somehow the runners became two.

Yes.

If it were the old Umastar, he'd probably find this willfulness hard to put up with, but standing here is me now.

I am now Aomo Lindun, a new trainer.

Trainer...

Yes.

Trainer... do you also handle this kind of thing?

Yes, I think almost no trainer has failed to accept a horse girl's willfulness.

... Hmm.

The hand gripping her hem lowered slightly; the girl seemed to fall into deep thought.

The young man before her also gave her a quiet space to think, slowly sitting back on his sofa and gently patting the head of the ghost that had trotted up to him.

After that, a school uniform appeared before him, blocking his view of the desk.

Can you help me? Those purple eyes were now utterly serious.

It made the young man unconsciously adjust his sitting posture and the position of his crossed arms; his dark red eyes held a hint of subtlety and oddity, as if he didn't know where to begin with these words.

I thought I had been helping you all along.

... Hmm... that's indeed the case.

Those brown ears, one covered by a blue ear flap, drooped then lifted.

Is your condition back?

It's back.

Then get ready; let's go run at the training field this afternoon.

... Afternoon." Aimu Zhiji unconsciously glanced at the pouring rain outside the window.

Okay." Despite this storm, it didn't matter; she merely hadn't expected that Aomo, who had summoned her back, would change his attitude.

And her resolute expression obviously let Aomo understand what she was thinking.

"What's with the 'okay'?" Aomo said irritably, "It'll clear up this afternoon; go run normally for me."

... Clear up? The weather fore—

Don't trust the weather forecast; trust me.