Chapter 80

——New chatter Aomo Lindun has joined the uma chat room——

Skillful Opportunity: 【Newbie has arrived! Newbie has come!...? Why a newbie at this time?】

I am maybe: 【Newbie posts a photo and speaks about education! 【panda head picture】】

Good opera, take me away: 【This name probably isn't their real name? Looks a bit familiar【chibi good opera confused emoticon】】

Life, participation is key: 【LOL, every newbie who comes in is forced to go online with real name; no matter how many times you watch, it never gets old【penguin head emoticon】】

——Unicorn I'm here, water machine, where are you? Shared a link, click to watch——

Unicorn I'm here, water machine, where are you?: 【Is this it? I recognized this name at first glance! @For survival, stay strong, newbie say something! Wow, what a quick name change!】

Skillful Opportunity: 【This name... lyrics?】

For survival, stay strong: 【Song title "Shen yuan", newbie novice, please everyone bear with and take care, I have something temporary, leaving first.】

After saying that, Aomo immediately adjusted his app's online status, and as expected, the next moment the chat room burst with many greetings and disappointed remarks due to his response.

While he silently scrolled through the chat room member list, he also saw many such as: horseshoe supply developer, ancient crown team leader, training master, etc.; although their names were similarly subtle, they had never spoken.

Rather, it seems the ones who often speak are just these few faces still popping up messages.

It's pretty much like the atmosphere of previous class groups... only a small part of the wealthy or acquaintances are enthusiastic about speaking, with the highest activity.

Turning his gaze back, he saw this bunch of out-of-sync colleagues quickly skip over his own interlude upon joining the group, and as the topic began to shift, Aomo continued to observe patiently.

Until the chat content began to appear such as: "The current Tressen four supreme masters: East Grass Flying, West Divine Eagle Claw, South Emperor King Finger, North Star Cloud Sword...... and one who has already achieved fame and reputation, unparalleled martial arts genius: Zhou Sipei" such chaotic words, he then saw multiple cheers.

For a moment, the scene resembled a tea stall storyteller in early Dongyan novels, only needing to be swapped for a cyber stage.

Immediately after, he saw someone tag him, posting a thumbnail of "Notes for New Tressen Trainees".

Opening it, it seemed like a version of some urban legend rules from a few years ago, the Tressen version, made quite a fuss with vigilance against horse girls as its main core.

If Aomo were truly a pure newcomer, he would probably believe it.

Then the person who posted the image was rebutted by other trainees who couldn't hold back.

Aomo decided to leave the chat just as he had done in his previous remarks.

Whether there are aliens is uncertain, but it's certain that there is no topic; the chat content includes retreading, memes, and random chatter, very neurotic.

It has the style of netizens from Shadiao; if it were really just randomly finding an internet chat room with this vibe, Aomo would think it quite normal, even not minding to lurk there.

But this is the trainees' chat room.

Compared to the active five or six, the thirty-plus lurkers are the main focus, even including Miss JunChuan JiangSheng, which is roughly akin to a counselor's role in a class group.

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He couldn't tell whether the chat room had already split into factions or if some people were just busy and had no time to look here; Aomo chose to say hello and then lurk, but after lurking for ten-odd minutes he got nothing, aside from knowing there might be a few oddballs, he couldn't see anything else.

He was wondering whether this group matched the few he knew—the trainers with transmigrator identities—and, having put away his terminal, Aomo was strolling around the campus, starting from the university area where there were few students.

Not only did he not take off his hat, he even reached out again and put on a mask.

Given there was still some time before morning classes ended, for Aomo, who merely wanted to stroll the campus and not bother with the swimming pool, training field, gym, or fitness room, the 'hat+mask' tactic was mainly to guard against passing trainers and horse girls, as well as the relatively free-schedule horse girls of the university department.

Because, according to Torensen Academy's class schedule, it is as follows:

【In the morning, general knowledge studies will be conducted just like in ordinary middle and high schools;

In the afternoon, there will be lectures on competitions, victory stages, sports nutrition, basic training, etc., with teaching centered around competitions.】

Horse girls who have not yet become trainers will be managed in teams by the teachers;

and horse girls who have already signed with trainers can freely allocate time for training with the trainers they have contracted.】

——Based precisely on these rules, Aomo could conclude that morning would be the quietest time at this school; then he could pass by each classroom door one by one, and although his attire was eye-catching, the trainer badge on his chest was enough to dispel suspicions of 'suspicious personnel.'

Even if a sudden memory of Qingzhu as the disciplinary committee chair popped up, it wouldn't be a problem.

——That was what he originally thought; even when he heard the hurried footsteps unique to horse girls, he remained completely calm, and even had the leisure to casually guess who he would meet next, despite lacking data support.

The western edge of the university department, however, adjoins the high school department.

Retired and active ones who could appear in the teaching corridors instead of the classroom during this time period——

He could picture at least six uncertain figures in his mind, but this footsteps belonged to only one person, who was briskly emerging from the corner, causing a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

His recent deconstruction hypotheses have always gone smoothly, making him even feel a bit nostalgic for this moment's mistake.

At this very moment, he was looking at those dark red eyes that seemed to have a light grating spread across them.

He had prepared himself to be ignored or questioned, but he took a half step forward, only to see the other's gaze likewise fixed on him; at the moment their eyes met, those red eyes lying beneath the shadow of his bangs seemed to flash with light.

«I found you. »

Those chestnut horse ears perked up fully, and the corners of her mouth curled into an arc of immense pressure.

«Compared to before, you're an even more suspicious guinea pig. »

«Are you called... Aomo Lindun, right? »

Ailisuzhi, Aomo's blind spot in his guesses, was now walking toward him.

As a horse girl of the high school department, she also had no trainer, and was recognized by the school at a young age; her professional level was in no way inferior to certain university research institutions, allowing her to work as a researcher without having to attend regular classes like other students.

She was quite special.

She was the type whose talent for running was exceptional, and whose aptitude for study even surpassed her running ability.

So special that there would be no second such existence in all of Torensen.

Yet at the same time she was very low-key.

She rarely attended competitions, let alone public occasions.

Thus, when the topic of horse girls comes up, people invariably overlook her existence unconsciously, just as Aomo had indeed just forgotten to consider her.

So......

«I have a question; this question has been troubling me for a long time. »

«…» Aomo remained silent; his thoughts were never slow, and from the moment he first saw her, that terrifying smile had already tipped him off that something was off, and when she directly spoke his name, he became even more aware of the fact that he was being watched.

«The City of Heaven's Gate? » Certainly, obtaining name information in the most direct way.

Aomo's thoughts raced like electricity; only the key points flashed through his mind.

But even if Ailisuzhi were enthusiastic about research, she wouldn't go out of her way to memorize this name, even if it pertained to such a mysterious and special existence as monsters, let alone actively track herself.

Then it should have been earlier—that interview!

Then it would be to connect what he knows of Ailisuzhi's mental modeling...

Aomo, in that instant—considered the feasibility of running away.

He considered whether his running speed, akin to the base form of a Showa-era knight, could contend with that of a horse girl naturally talented at this.

He also considered the possibility of directly taking flight by flapping his wings.

Then he rejected them one by one.

Making a big fuss would be of no benefit; this matter still has room for reversal.

So...

Aomo redirected his attention to letting go, and his prideful extreme-speed thinking allowed him to speak before the other party:

"How about we change places to talk?"

Obviously, Ailisuzhi hadn't expected the other party to say that; after a moment of surprise, the smile on her face not only didn't diminish but increased:

"... Sure, I happen to have such a place where we can have a good chat."