Chapter 94: Feeling... Not as Good as Going to School

I stayed up all night drafting two Uma Musume training schedules, one for Ailisuzhi's rehabilitation, and one to get Mei Pu Bo Fang back in shape after its "minor illness" and strive to be even better.

It felt like being back two days before the college entrance exam—when the director of student affairs contacted him in the middle of the night, asking him to prepare the initial teaching materials for the transmigrator.

Working overtime and pulling all-nighters—once you do it, it's hard to say there won't be a second time.

But compared to staying up late, pulling an all-nighter is more accurate.

But, he's just a nineteen-year-old young man, and he only recently updated his species label—what's the big deal about pulling an all-nighter—

—those who think that are probably imagining pulling an all-nighter to play games, not to work overtime.

Pulling an all-nighter to do calculations, layouts, and considerations—its negative impact on teenagers is immeasurable.

The next day, Aomo was even forced to make a great sacrifice—giving up driving his beloved big motorcycle and honestly taking the bus and transferring to the subway.

His mental state was really poor, he was afraid of having an accident while driving, and he's not the type to stubbornly push through.

Even at the gate, Miss Jun Chuan expressed concern with a couple of sentences, making Aomo himself wonder whether his complexion had really deteriorated to such an awful state.

When he was about to leave, looking in the mirror didn't feel any different, except for a few bloodshot lines in his eyes.

After politely thanking her for the concern, he couldn't think of anything else—his performance during their first meeting had been too good, so any slight difference would be more noticeable for the new trainer, who, in front of the chairman's secretary, embarrassingly ran away.

His speed was quite fast; clearly just walking, yet he had the air of someone running, causing many nearby students to cast astonished glances.

Especially since that trainer was heading the same way as many students, straight toward the campus.

When someone saw him knock and enter a certain "legendary laboratory" without being driven out, it's conceivable that some rumors about the "death laboratory" would indeed begin to enrich.

As for Ailisuzhi, who instinctively looked up at the sound of the door opening, she was even more surprised to see Aomo's fatigue, but before she could speak, he greeted her and placed his briefcase on the test bench.

Then he headed straight for the chair he had found yesterday and sat down.

"I'll catch some sleep; don't worry about me."

"..."

Thus, the Ailisuzhi startled by the introductory procedure remained completely silent after the initial greeting, indeed not disturbing him, merely picking up the briefcase he had deliberately placed on the test bench and flipping through it briefly.

Although she was somewhat surprised by the size of the briefcase's interior, she simply pulled out that stack of training plans.

She didn't touch anything else, though the inner compartment that piqued her curiosity.

Even so, as she flipped through the pages of the schedule, she still felt she understood the guinea pig a little better.

After a moment's thought, she put the plan back into the briefcase, closed it, and let out a silent sigh.

She then opened the tote bag she had brought today.

The new boots and new coat—the latter, she hadn't even had a chance to wear once, and now she had to use it on that guinea pig.

Although upon further thought... the guy who can transform into that demonic form probably doesn't catch colds easily.

"I actually dreamed I caught a cold."

Aomo lifted the white coat and handed it to Ailisuzhi, sighing.

"Sorry, I had to use the new coat here."

"You dreamed of catching a cold?" I didn't really expect this guinea pig to show a grateful attitude, but Ailisuzhi, who is quite interested in dreams, immediately had her attention diverted by that remark: "What kind of dream?"

"Dreams have, since ancient times, been able to reflect a person's condition as a warning chart, especially the soul—many scientists in the old era often avoided discussing it, relegating it to religion or mysticism."

She obviously had researched it; when she spoke about this, her demeanor was just like when Aomo yesterday asked her what she was experimenting on—she spoke fluently, her whole person exuding the confidence of a professional expert,

Especially when someone could pick up where she left off:

"Until the new era began openly integrating source energy research, which led scientists to start acknowledging and simultaneously studying it," Aomo said calmly.

"Yes! Yes! Hahaha!" A laughing expression that could make a sound— for such a researcher, it's practically cheap, only because her research enthusiasm is forever fervent.

"Just as with living beings—whether human, animal, plant, or even fungi and bacteria—their bodies are composed of organic matter, water, and electrolytes, a piece of common knowledge you surely know."

"But the reverse doesn't hold, right?" Even while still holding the white coat she had just taken, it didn't hinder her from making a consistent explanatory gesture—elbow lifted, hand raised, confident and composed: "No matter how intricate the structure, something built up from the corresponding chemical substances cannot possibly achieve biological function."

"Whether alchemist or mad scientist, every attempt to create artificial life has failed without exception."

"Because of the lack of a soul," Aomo said calmly, "in fact, given the premise of possessing a soul, a fabricated body can become active, and there have already been too many successful cases as early as eight hundred years ago."

When the other person brought up knowledge like that which they had learned in class, he became dissatisfied with hearing it recited.

If recitation is needed, it should be his own recitation.

"The Golden Dawn's human transmutation, the Sand Nation's priests' organ strengthening, the Eastern Daoist method's primordial spirit emerging from the apertures, the Jidong doctrine's Four Souls Jade, plus the Kabbalah teachings in Jewish mysticism— that year's academic convergence simultaneously advanced the research progress of all systems, and even broke through the foundational threshold of artificial life."

"More importantly, it actually got the scientific community to widely accept the existence of the soul, and then to further dissect and analyze it, guinea pig."

By now, there's no need to keep praising her for keeping up with his pace and thought; Ailisuzhi, wearing the white coat over her school uniform, happily patted Aomo's back.

"Let's not mention the first scientific artificial human for now; the point is the subsequent development of the 'dream' cultural system's analysis!"

Then came the ultimate reveal: "So, aren't you going to talk about your dream?"

She really does seem interested, which instead makes Aomo wonder whether his sleeping posture is truly as peaceful as she said.

At least... did he say anything in his sleep?

"Shouldn't the point be that you ought to go for a run?"

After being slapped hard several times by her, with his back feeling a little sore, Aomo raised his hand, intending to retaliate by rubbing her head, but she deftly avoided it.

"No, no," the agile Ailisuzhi stepped back two steps, raising her hand in a gesturing attempt to dissuade him: "My research isn't finished yet; I'm just one step away from the birth of the new potion—how could you bear to watch such a world‑shaking masterpiece struggle to be born?"

Is he really averse to having his head rubbed? It's clearly not because he's afraid of his hair getting messed up—could it be because of his ears?

Meanwhile, Aomo, still paying attention, yawned.

"Whether it's truly world‑shaking or not is hard to say, but since it's already having trouble being born, maybe we should just cut it open—forcing it further would only lead to accidents."

"Cough, cough, that's just my analogy being off," Ailisuzhi, realizing she had talked herself into a corner, hurried back to the test bench, arms spread wide like she was embracing the world, possessing a kind of... the beauty of the mad scientist she had just mentioned, "In short, we're just a little bit away—give me ten more minutes!"

Upon hearing that, Aomo pulled out the terminal.

"Then I'll time ten minutes, precise to the millisecond."

"Damn it! You guinea pig, aren't you just Rongjin Shinyo wearing a Daoist man's skin?!"

"That's terribly rude toward Miss Rongjin, and you'd better get used to it."

"What?" Suzi stared, then realized, furrowing her brow somewhat conflictedly, "... Is that mechanical guinea pig the same?"

"You should properly address your teammate's name, Meipu Bopang," Aomo said somewhat helplessly, "Her grasp of time is only more precise than mine; when you're doing experiments, you might even consider asking her to time you."

A qualified trainer should have sufficient understanding of the horse girls under their command, let alone the fact that she even proactively organized her own data and sent it to you.

Although they were all standardized training materials, even before this, Aomo had already been following Meipu Bopang's account on Umastagram.

The horse girl named Meipu Bopang has exceptionally outstanding ability in mental arithmetic of distance and seconds, excelling at precise counting—this is even mentioned in the introductions of variety shows.

Yes, Meipu Bopang has even participated in a variety show of the horse girl type.

That was still not long after the Satsuki Sho, and Aomo could find the video recordings from that time online.

Honestly, being a bit dull, a bit mechanical also has decent show effect.

It's just that Aomo didn't have time to watch it all, merely dragging the progress bar to quickly confirm things.

One would think the previous trainer arranged this to help her quickly gain fans, but if Aomo were to say, he feels it's unnecessary.

After finishing the first leg of the classic Triple Crown, one either rests to maintain condition or continues training to maintain condition; I've never seen anyone just tossing people onto a variety show.

Wouldn't that former trainer think this is also a kind of rest?

Even a true social butterfly wouldn't consider appearing on a variety show as rest; rehearsing and memorizing lines could instead be called a kind of mental training.

Wisdom boost, right? I'll give you a kick!

Meipu Bopang may not be called socially anxious, but she's absolutely not talkative; appearing on that kind of Jidong variety show can only be described as basically being imprisoned.

At that time, seeing this maneuver, Aomo really wanted to send that trainer a "kick someone" emoji pack.

Even as a bystander I felt that way, and now as an acting trainer I'm even more displeased.

But thinking that person was exiled to the frontier by the chairman... no, assigned to a local post, Aomo also wondered whether he could rely on new achievements to climb back to the center.

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It would be great if you could come; if you do, maybe you'll get a chance to kick again.

Although doing this might be a bit sorry to the horse girl they brought to the capital.

However, that's getting off track; this matter hasn't even begun.

Still, we should focus on the present, so he turned his gaze back to Ailisuzhi, who seemed to be seriously considering his suggestion.

"The countdown is still going on." He patted the other's shoulder.

"Get out!" Ailisuzhi directly turned and shoved him out of the room, even if he instantly transformed into a demon form on the spot to add some weight, slightly showing stubbornness, "No disturbing me while I do my experiment before the time is up!"

The strength of the horse girls is indeed formidable...

Although I also didn't intentionally gather magic power to construct a magic explosion, which is similar to the external repulsion of an invincible transformation stage.

But I also didn't expect to be shoved by a probing hand that faced little obstruction.

The demon pushed out the door sighed inwardly, his sharp fingertips rubbing his chin, producing a few sharp sounds and sporadic sparks.

Then he himself noticed, recovering his human form amidst the dissipating magic particles, and continued to ponder.

But patting the shoulder is fine... It seems he really doesn't like being touched on the head.......