Chapter 803: NO.172: Work is the main way for him to regain his condition

NO. 172: Work is the main way for him to regain his condition.

Actually, it's not that the most dangerous place is the safest; Aomo's group comes to the activity room simply because the infirmary doesn't welcome healthy people staying there.

Yes, healthy people.

Although Aimu Zhiji and Ludaofu Xiangzheng have a hundred doubts, but in the doctor's mouth:

Although Aomo Lindun's physical condition looked terrible when he was brought in, and even while lying on the hospital bed he would occasionally twitch and contort, his face showing extreme anguish, that should all be due to the quality of the dream.

It wasn't due to any actual injury.

Still, they hung a glucose drip for him, after all his blood sugar was a bit low and he needed some fluids.

By the way, they also prescribed him some liver‑protective tablets—doctors rarely see a trainee whose liver is slightly damaged rather than having poor kidney function.

Although it's reasonable that this child‑like body has no kidney problems, liver issues are extremely rare.

'You really need to let him rest more, especially stay up less.'

If he didn't know he was Lindun the trainer, he would suspect it was the result of parents not supervising well, the child staying up too late.

Although reality is not much different, the doctor who had interacted several times with Trainer Lindun does not believe that the mature, reliable Trainer Lindun would do such a thing.

He suspects even more that this is some side effect of an invention by that girl Ailisuzhi.

Watching the cell briefly divide and then devour in saline, his face, which resembled that of a certain gang boss, grew subtly nuanced, and once again he marveled at that girl's talent.

No… not to say abnormal, the cell itself…… He looked at Trainer Lindun's file, his finger resting on the human/demon race column.

Such a narrow rejuvenating medicine—really, it's hard to say who accomplished whom.

But regardless—if there's nothing wrong, don't occupy medical resources; the infirmary isn't a place for you to nap!

The office was untenable, the student council even less suitable, so a group went straight to the activity room.

While giving Aomo and Jie Si Ti Si some private space, they clicked their tongues in wonder at Aomo's workstation in that essentially junk‑filled room and lab—after all, it's mainly because of those two guys, Sai Luo and Jie De.

Unlike the awkward comet and the steady emperor, the two of them, upon entering, would exclaim in surprise at everything they saw.

They never imagined that Aomo's office plus activity room would be of this style.

That's not so strange either; perhaps no trainer in the whole Trésen has an office and activity room like this 'unsuitable for activity' model.

Piled‑up old desks and chairs, plus a brand‑new single sofa that doesn't match, beanbag cushions, fitness equipment, a Super Dream reader, a hand‑ground coffee machine, a deep‑immersion device, and all sorts of miscellaneous junk.

Looking at the clutter that seems mixed together without organization, it has quite a lively atmosphere.

On the other side, there are neatly arranged test benches, test machines, spectrometers, etc., many instruments flashing standby indicator lights, giving off an inexplicable sense of oppression.

The two styles are clearly distinct; a long table placed in the middle, like something you'd see in a living room, becomes the dividing line.

The items on the long table are also quite complex.

Books, utensils, snacks, ornaments, medicine bottles, models, cotton swabs, and so on are all present, but they are clearly separated by position, making it obvious at a glance which belong to which owner.

"So the activity room is pretty much like the card‑game room…" Chao Cang Lu muttered quietly.

As James's assistant, he had been to the office before, but never to the activity room; instead, he came here first to see it.

"Indeed, that's the case; the activity rooms of most trainers' horse‑girl teams are usually this laid‑back atmosphere." The student council president, with sharp ears catching the quiet mutter, affirmed the newcomer's guess, but couldn't help casting a subtle glance toward Suzi's test‑bench area.

"However, Trainer Aomo's activity room remains a particularly special category."

"Indeed, the whole corridor is just a row of empty classrooms; here the sign says activity room." Sai Luo nodded knowingly, feeling it really was special.

"... That should be a historical legacy issue."

Not wanting the misunderstanding to spread, Aimu Zhiji couldn't help but interject.

Although she hadn't paid special attention, this also counts as big news for their cohort, and even she knows about it.

Such as 'Ailisuzhi wrote an outrageous application to the chairman for classroom misappropriation, and the chairman actually agreed'—in recent years this has been the only such case.

But if that were all, it wouldn't be worth becoming the big news she knows; what really let the topic ferment was the series of operations she carried out after setting up in the lab.

That series of disturbances only gradually subsided when Chazuo, who had been entrusted in a crisis, began supervising Ailisuzhi.

The price is that occasional resurgences of abnormal events will mix in some supernatural elements to a greater or lesser extent.

How to put it…… Without making any effort, merely expecting a hero to fight the Demon King, one might indeed hear plenty of good news at first, but perhaps one day he could turn dark inside as well (x).

Of course, the fact is not that he became darkened.

Not even counting assimilation, it's just that he occasionally gets drawn into the circle, and occasionally misunderstood by others.

After all, that 'hero' himself is also surrounded by many subtle rumors, which can clearly show everyone's misunderstanding and prejudice toward the spirit‑summoning line.

Aimu Zhiji is not among those people, but back then she also had little gossip enthusiasm; she simply wanted to understand this classroom's special development history.

"Indeed, but that's not important, right?"

A light cough twice entered the conversation, sounding somewhat childish and coming from below, making everyone here unconsciously lower their heads to look at the child at the lowest altitude.

""

In the brief silence, the brave Chao Cang Lu broke the stillness: "Um, are you feeling better? Lindun…‑san?"

While speaking, he also glanced at the two women beside him, vaguely recalling that Lindun‑san had previously been quite resistant to those two.

That also made him once think those two were terrifying beings.

But after the two conversations in the hospital and the activity room, he had a pretty good impression.

Aren't these two wonderful people?

One is the warm, enthusiastic student council president; the other is the general affairs committee member who usually doesn't speak much but will offer reminders and help when difficulties arise, and both are quite pretty.

If one were to say there is some dark evil behind them, Lindun‑san is not merely resisting; could it be a bad habit?

Xiao Lu tried to turn his own brain, but Lindun‑san's appearance, which looked unchanged again, made him feel this process could be canceled.

"My condition has adjusted; sorry for worrying everyone, please come sit down."

As he spoke, a wave of his hand summoned several magic‑claws from the debris behind, which grabbed a whole chair.

"By the way, Mr. Chao, Bourbon will bring Miyu‑kun over later; you might as well wait."

"Ah, okay, though I wasn't thinking of leaving either—we weren't originally supposed to talk about…" He trailed off into silence, but still remembered that it concerned his father's danger.

He wishes Lin Dunsang would open the team voice chat; as for this telepathic ability, he still needs a bit more practice to get started.

As a result, the little Lin Dunsang said, "No need to hold back; there's no one here who can't be trusted."

He looked at Aimu Zhiji and Ludaofu Xiangzheng, naturally noticing the concern in both their eyes, yet whenever they came into view, his heart would flutter like rootless duckweed, filled with an inexplicable complexity.

Let him revisit those few Sino-Western blended techniques and mnemonics from middle school source energy class, used to calm the mind and breath.

Moreover, there are no long holidays recently, so Zhiji and the club president won't leave campus.

That remark sounds a bit redundant, but Sai Luo and Ludaofu understand it means they won't be harmed by aliens off campus.

"However, if classmate Mi Yu were here, some things might be inconvenient to say," Little Aomo, who had jumped onto the sofa, turned his head and said, "If Mr. Chaocang and Mr. Yigeli have any gains, you'd better seize the time now."

Lin Dunsang has returned to his original appearance.

What an inefficient remark, Mr. Chaocang.

The boy adjusting his seating turned his head and said, "If you're going to waste time like that, you might as well set up a chat room on the campus area network."

"There's also this move?" Sai Luo wondered; he really hadn't thought of this contact method.

There will always be a way, as long as you're familiar enough with this land.