Chapter 863: NO.232: Relatively Explosive ASMR (3k)

NO. 232: Relatively Explosive ASMR (3k)

Perhaps because she had finally shaken off a long-standing psychological ailment, Aimu Zhiji lately has become a bit drowsy.

She sometimes even lets the alarm ring for over a minute before opening her eyes, surrounded by stuffed toys and the pillow.

And then, at that moment——

——Faced with the rich pink-purple right before her eyes, she unconsciously held her breath, then, upon realizing whose gaze it was, relaxed.

"What's up? Ka Lian classmate."

As always, her tone was cold, as if keeping people at a distance.

"Today is the day of the match, Ayabe~"

"Ah, I know..." she said, struggling to break free from the warm, soft blanket, Aimu Zhiji picked up the neat everyday clothes placed at the head of the bed, "And, don't call me like that."

"That won't do, Ka Lian Jiang promised her brother she'd watch Ayabe's match status in Ka Lian Jiang's most—cute mode." Zhen Ji Ling blinked, her finger elegantly tapping her cheek.

When that petite cheek twitched slightly, that cuteness was undeniable; unfortunately, her roommate preferred fluffy softness over mere cuteness, like a certain senior's hair, or like a certain trainer's face when turned childlike.

"It's to make you cute, not me."

With that near-immune copper-wall-and-iron-barrier demeanor, the coolly sighing Aimu Zhiji had already neatly prepared her outfit and headed toward the dressing table.

Her attitude remained consistently cold, yet she couldn't resist her younger roommate's ever-enthusiastic nature:

"If that's the case~"

Bouncing onto the back of her chair, Zhen Ji Ling propped her elbows on the backrest and cheerfully shouted, "Then I'll call you big sister!"

"... Better not."

She unconsciously glanced sideways; the faintly visible sister's face bore a hint of regret, as if eagerly awaiting more sisters, which made her look somewhat helpless.

"... Do as you please." She added that line.

Yet that sentence, for Zhen Ji Ling, was a goal she had struggled for years to achieve.

Thus the gray-haired girl's face showed visible astonishment, then she made a gun shape with her fingers in front of her chin, like a little detective, and smirked, asking, "Is it the little sis?"

She believed that only one person could so conspicuously and suddenly alter her roommate's existence, achieving a feat even her brother couldn't manage.

"Then shouldn't Ka Lian Jiang also let the little sis experience what it's like to be called big sister?"

""

Aizhi turned her head to glance at the glowing-eyed sister, staying silent, not relaying it.

But that posed no problem for her!

"Oh, it's here!"

Directly following Aizhi's gaze, Zhen Ji Ling cleared her throat and then uttered a soft, gentle "big sister," causing the room to exhibit a poltergeist phenomenon——

——This is the name for the phenomenon when a spirit interferes with matter.

As if there were no earthquake, yet the cabinet moved, the cup trembled, the figurine toppled, and in severe cases it would even rise and flutter wildly—seen either as a spirit's prank or as a common occurrence when a powerful spirit loses control of its power in emotional turmoil.

Worth noting, facing Aomo's Zhouri Ningjing has never produced such a state, showing her strong control over power (crossed out).

But even so, Aimu Zhiji did not turn back.

Merely observing the dolls' "activity" on the bed through the mirror, she sighed while remaining silent, meanwhile continuing to tie her hair and put on ear covers, shifting the topic: "Has that person not come out yet?"

"Um..."

Though such a title sounds ambiguous as to who it refers to, for Zhen Ji Ling it was easy to understand; she instinctively reached into her pocket for her phone, then glanced at Zhi's phone still hanging on the charging cable.

"Probably not……if it were her brother, after finishing over there he would surely……" she stammered, "contact this side……"

It's not that she distrusts Aomo; rather, she finds the topic sensitive and must carefully watch her roommate's expression.

"And if he really is finished, Ai Li classmate will surely get in touch."

She had meant to say Akane, but immediately realized and changed it to Agnes.

Unlike her, who had already investigated more than half of Aomo and Aomo's social network among the horse girls, Aizhi's understanding of Aomo is quite limited, and she hasn't formed any close ties with anyone outside Chazuo.

Bringing up Ms. Xi at this time isn't necessarily good either, given that Ms. Xi is her brother's housemate……to her it seems a special position, and it's hard to say how Ayabe views her.

The urgent priority is to let Aizhi enter the field in her best condition, rather than mentioning certain people to fuel baseless speculation.

Regarding interpersonal relations and reading people's minds, Miss Curren has indeed mastered Umastar's true teachings, even surpassing her teacher—Aomo still thinks a woman's heart is a needle at the bottom of the sea.

"Still not out……"

She gazed out the window at the slowly yet visibly drifting clouds, waited a while, while Zhen Ji Ling furtively pulled out her phone to light the screen, continuously scrolling through chat logs, then suddenly turned back: "Ka Lian classmate, want to go together?"

"Huh?"

"Going to ZS City… you got anything else?" she asked, tilting her head.

She clearly remembered……her roommate had recently excitedly mentioned: she'd managed to get hard-to-obtain on-site tickets.

And when an intra-regional G1 race takes place, the related horse girl schools in the city district all take the day off—making it convenient for schoolmates to cheer and for underclassmen and upperclassmen to view the race itself.

For ordinary school students, the horse girl schools' "same-day holiday" system is highly enviable, often making them secretly resent that they aren't horse girls.

Such big‑talkers usually haven't noticed how competitive the horse girl schools are.

Each match is not only a chance to prove oneself, but also an opportunity to pressure oneself.

Also, having witnessed her roommate's self‑abusive behavior too many times, as the day of her roommate's match approaches, Zhen Ji Ling's words and deeds become ever more cautious.

"Ah, nothing, just… is it okay?"

"Hmm… indeed," Aizhi said after a moment's thought, nodding in understanding, "My fans are a hassle; if you walk with me you might stir up trouble, so better forget it……"

"That's not the issue, I'm fine!" Seeing the other misunderstand her meaning, the gray‑haired girl hastily waved her hand to cut off the speech, "I'm asking about my brother."

"No problem." The brown‑haired girl replied without hesitation.

"Just no trainer pick‑up and drop‑off, same as before."

She said this, stood up, and went to look for the small bag she had organized yesterday, the most important item inside being the victory‑defeat outfit to change into backstage at the field.

She hadn't yet shown it to the trainer, originally thinking she might be able to hear his thoughts in the corridor before the gate……

But that's also something that can't be helped.

Aimu Zhiji is not the kind of girl who would cause trouble unreasonably.

Clearly, the commission he has been handling recently is still related to the terrorist attack case concerning today's Saichang order; according to the synchronized news from Chazuo, it sounds very dangerous; according to what the alien named Abulu said, it is also very exhausting.

These actually made her a bit worried.

Yesterday's description could already be called a battlefield, or rather the kind of battlefield that only exists on screen.

To a girl living in a peaceful environment, it sounds distant and unreal, yet she also feels worry and helplessness.

But she cannot immerse herself in that pointless worry.

After all, she has to face her own battlefield today.

Let's go; although the match is at two in the afternoon, we still need to get to the Saichang early.

Eh eh eh! Can you wait eight minutes for me?

Zhenjiling, who was rapidly tapping her phone screen, upon hearing this, suddenly lifted her head, showing a few traces of genuine panic.

"Sure." Aimu Zhiji answered bluntly.

Zhongshan Racecourse, like the Fuzhong Racecourse, is already within the Jiemen district; traveling back and forth within the city doesn't take much time, so her suggesting to set off now is merely out of habit to leave early and having nothing else to do.

Although she could go find Chazuo classmates who also plan to go to the Saichang to watch the match, and thus learn about the trainer's condition, but...

As expected, she decided against it.

That's fine; it also won't seem like she's holding any expectations.

She, who has always been accustomed to restraining her emotions, even has her way of thinking still carrying past inertia.

However, there have been some changes recently; in the past, whether out of curiosity or concern, she was more accustomed to expressing things indirectly, but now she will directly ask her roommate:

"Anything else? Makeup?"

Aimu Zhiji has witnessed her roommate's meticulousness; although she herself is not an ungroomed girl, compared to this middle-school roommate she falls far short.

This roommate will wash up after waking, wash again before going out and redo her makeup, check her hair condition, ensure her tail is smooth, verify her perfume's volatility, and so on.

It's hard to imagine this being a routine for a middle-school student.

Moreover, it's not excessive; Aimu Zhiji has been following her roommate's social forum account, and from the likes and comments on those updates she knows these efforts aren't in vain.

But right now, the other party simply opens the wardrobe, pulls out a jacket, throws it on, and is about to dash outside:

"No~ Sis, wait here for me, Karen will go borrow something for you."

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——

Half an hour later, on the floating vehicle specially provided for athletes by the association.

Zhenjiling curiously surveyed the spacious, well-equipped cabin, her ears perked high, also paying attention to the race predictions broadcast on the Horse Girl channel.

Meanwhile, Aimu Zhiji sat beside her with eyes closed, seeming to meditate, yet not entirely relaxed.

Only because a pair of noise-canceling earphones, specially tuned for the sensitive yet fragile hearing of Horse Girls, hung on her ears after she removed the ear covers, was playing low, muffled collision and explosion sounds.

However, occasionally a low, reassuring male voice would sound.

"Jie Si Ti Si, go to C point to support Lipiya; he's been entangled by a super-beast."

"Received! On my way!"

"Sai Luo, are you free? Go swap back the Two Worlds Safety Bureau at A point; their condition has deteriorated, and injured units have appeared."

"All right! I just finished charging."

"Xiao Lu, go cover the demolition team at B point's rear; Xiao Lu! Xiao Lu?!"

"What's gotten into Jie De! Who'll kick him to snap him out of it!"

"What's the situation?"

"Ou Bu?!"

"Ou Bu, I've been waiting for you a damn year—hurry up and kick Jie De!"

It doesn't seem very reassuring either; turns out he can get so anxious he starts swearing.