Chapter 811: NO.180: In the next round, you too can become light

NO. 180: In the next round, you too can become light.

You've exceeded the time by three minutes, Master.

I know, so I didn't resist; but could you call me in a gentler way next time?

I've logged this request into the database, Master; please issue the next instruction.

Just follow the original procedure, or…

The boy glanced over at the brown-haired horse girl pulling a weighted tire beside the training field, then turned his head back.

Want to run a round with your senior?

The girl in front of him shook her head.

Her chestnut-red hair swayed with a smooth texture, only the narrow, long forelock stuck up like gelled hair, breaking free from the headband yet bundling together as if fixed, yielding to its own weight in a slight drooping arc.

Like an overly long and heavy antenna, it reminded little Aomo of another girl with hair gold on the outside and blue underneath.

Cosmic horse girls and cyber horse girls do share some similarity.

"Aimu Zhiji should keep her current state." Having said that, she jogged off toward the field.

It really seemed there wasn't anything special to say.

Of course, Aomo didn't deny her judgment.

After all, with a match a few days away, we should suspend those high‑volume, injury‑prone drills now, and drills like 'parallel running' that easily spark competitiveness while you run are also commonly banned.

So if she really wanted to race against Miss Zhiji, Aomo would also stop her.

At the very least, we should wait until after the race to talk about it.

But her reply was blunt.

She didn't seem to think that way.

Her action was equally blunt.

She simply walked over there to prepare for strength training.

Remind her of the overtime break, then, as a matter of routine, ask what's next——

Is it really worth going out of one's way to pry oneself out of the simulation mirror just for this?

He watched her retreating back, feeling a bit puzzled.

Because she wasn't anyone else—she was Meipu Bo Pang.

A more mechanical logic leaves no room for extra steps, so that seemingly superfluous, over‑the‑top action must also have some necessary motive.

But he couldn't think of anything at the moment, and following her personality didn't reveal the motive behind this action.

This really is……

His mental model of Meipu Bo Pang's personality was already quite high‑fidelity; after getting along for dozens of days, his expectations were spot‑on, letting him feel he truly understood what this child thinks and wants, and he couldn't help but sigh—this child's 'world' is truly simple and clear‑cut in color.

She lacks enough hobbies to add constants, and few troubles to add variables; her life consists mostly of training, with little else, making her the easiest to understand among the three girls under him.

But therefore, she might be the fastest to 'update'.

Just as people often say that low‑starting things have a growing notion of 'high EQ'—meaning great room for development/growth.

"What are you thinking about, with such a serious expression?"

"I'm pondering a standard for measuring growth……"

Little Aomo lifted his head in his thought‑less pondering, going to look at the student council president who deliberately lowered herself to maintain a similar height.

The three‑colored tips of her hair stood out especially in the close view, followed by her violet eyes.

Those eyes held a different kind of softness, as if emphasizing him once again.

Emphasizing that her childlike appearance possesses an unusually strong affinity in women's eyes.

But that's all there is to it.

After many twists and turns, the boy opened his mouth as usual with an old‑fashioned air, continuing the standard that troubled him.

Hearing that, the half‑squatting president reached out with both hands.

"First, it should be based on a change, but not every change can be called growth."

"That is, we can't tell whether Bo Pang's classmate's change is for better or worse."

"That's indeed the reason, but right now the thing worth worrying about is something else."

She understood, but little Aomo wasn't happy about it.

Because he realized he was being hugged again by her!

"Miss Rudolf?" He gave a token struggle twice; when she showed no intention of letting go, he began turning into points of light from the bottom up.

Appearing in the empty space beside him within a few seconds.

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"If you need a pillow or something like that, I can contact a friend for recommendations."

A figure condensed in mid‑air, the small child landing lightly, trying to open a safe distance while retreating and speaking.

Like those Akane‑type people, although she'd likely first recommend the pillow that sells for over two thousand, with practically no cost‑performance, the emperor obviously isn't short on that money.

For such people, satisfaction often matters more than cost‑performance.

"Why don't you call me?"

Having freed herself from the tire‑rack, Aimu Zhiji squatted beside little Aomo and questioned him.

"If it's about selling pillows, I can handle it."

"... You recommending yourself like that is certainly fine."

"But…" Aimu Zhiji fell silent for a moment, then lifted her hands to rest on little Aomo's shoulders: "This trainer's build…… really suits being a pillow, very soft, fuwafuwa."

"Hey, sis‑san, speak up!" No… wait, it seems it's not just sis‑san……

Realizing he might be sandwiched between two, or even 2.5 slices of bread, Aomo fell silent: "... I think this ends up being different, Zhiji‑san."

At the same time, the steps began to turn toward the middle of the two sides, continuing to retreat.

This also caused the two to join forces; the two people who avoided each other's gaze stepped forward in unison toward Aomo.

Trainer, with this appearance, you should call me Sis Aizhi.

Then that's a bit overstepping.

Then let's go with Aizhi/ayabe… after all, you're the trainer.

Personally, I'd still prefer to hear this kind of talk in a situation outside this one, not be led by the atmosphere, Zhiji classmate.

I actually think this is a good idea, Trainer Aomo; if you don't want others to recognize your identity, you should at least learn to change your form of address, at least differentiate from your past self—how about calling me Sis Rudolf?

Are you possessed by Miss Maruzen?

It's just a suggestion, but I can't deny that seeing Maruzen always like this makes me a bit curious.

I still remember you saying just a few minutes ago that you stayed behind to protect me.

Uh… that's true," Rudolf calmed a bit, reason regaining the high ground as he pulled out his phone, "Especially just now I saw the news that Maruzen had returned to the city district; Tian Lang Xing also seemed to notice I was distracting him, and Suzi classmate had already gone to the activity room...

... I wish you had told me about something this big earlier.

But this isn't something I can say.

... I also understand; informants are usually cleared out.

"... What are you guys talking about?" Aimu Zhiji suddenly realized she was out of the loop.

After all, she was the only one who hadn't joined a certain small group—she hadn't been pulled in by her roommate, who was busy with class or photos.

It was still raining today, but classes had returned to normal; she herself had helped Aomo a lot, filtering out the rarely updated horse girls for him, and even her colleagues were the same—people like Zhen Ji Ling, Xiao Lin Li Qi, Da Tuo Tai Yang Shen, Yu Zao Shi Zi, Cheng Tian Lu, Te Bie Zhou, Xi Qi Feng, Yan Hui Er, etc., were either in class or teaching others.

Moreover, Cheng Tian Bai Ren and the Qianming representative, who didn't have class, were also early on assigned to work via an investigation commission.

As for Miss Xin Tiao Qian from another school, she suffered from being unable to 'participate in limited-time events across servers,' so she could only keep spamming messages.

Although she was liked by her schoolmates, welcomed by her teachers, and even had a crowd of Aomo's fans supporting her—amounting to, in some sense, calling the wind and summoning the rain—skipping class really came at no cost… but to show off her truancy in front of Xiao She…

The shota-looking guy seemed easy to bully, but he'd instantly turn into a parent if you weren't careful.

She still didn't dare to throw the Seven Injuries Fist.

Living under the same roof, they lacked the courage to drink today and be drunk today.

If it were a leisurely holiday, these people would truly launch a cooperative encirclement; even if Aomo didn't work honestly, he'd have a hard time escaping.

So this workday's limited-time event… ultimately only high schoolers with time to spare for horse girls, college students with lots of free time, or even graduated free agents could participate.

And among these, Aomo was obviously most nervous about Ailisuzhi.

When Suzi went to the activity room, even if Xiao Lu, under her companions' cover, didn't slip up, she would quickly come find this place.

The Violet Industry Soul that even Miss Jun Chuan would approve of, though some peripheral colleagues might question it, but as his subordinate horse girls, they would believe it without doubt.

So when she woke from her lethargy, she began to recall the matter of the trainer having shrunk……

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