Chapter 95: Dislikes Head Pats, So Not a Secondary Otaku! (Hot Take)

The chatroom displaying the trainer list scrolled upward as the fingertip slid down.

The owner of the fingertip observed all trainers' network IDs, making a second attempt to find the central trainer corresponding to what they knew among those whimsical business cards.

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Usually speaking, this is not realistic.

In such a large academy, aside from 【Not Tongsengyuan】, there is only one.

Unless there are chat records from relevant people to serve as left evidence for detailed confirmation, otherwise it's just wasting time.

Aomo was indeed killing time, after all, if he didn't do this, his assigned horse girl would find him annoying, and the other acting horse girl... was still in morning class.

Quite strange.

A few days ago he was still struggling over the choice of trainer work, feeling that making a choice meant heading toward 007, appearing as if he had no leisure even for being a mercenary.

And yesterday he even more deeply felt this was indeed the case, even having to work overnight.

But now he could be bored to the point of only being able to peek at screen water forums.

If really bored, he might as well try using a search engine to visit 'Yuger Company'—this way of killing time is less interesting than peeking at screens, Aomo still felt it better to leave this matter entirely to the self-proclaimed complete-form-below digital beast guardian who could storm the gates, the cyber vampire Morrison.

But all day there was no movement, really making Aomo doubt whether he was truly detained by digital beasts.

Or more directly, he might have provoked the net police or bumped into some cyber hacker.

The internet has never been a lawless place; Aomo, who had previously done big data collection, was very clear about the boundaries.

Maybe give him a bit more time... Aomo thought.

He then flipped through the trainers' chatroom.

He saw that the trainer ID previously named 'Good Opera, Take Me With You' had now become 'Good Opera! Come sit with me quickly, I can't make it in time!'

"……" A bit strange, just like seeing another Bi Ze.

He couldn't help but retort:

【When did this person's name become so radical?】

This person not only had no shame, but even replied with a 'good good good good good, I am good opera. jpg' emoticon pack.

The 'alien' among the Tressen trainers... Aomo pondered briefly, and if approached from the angle of a possible time traveler, there were indeed several names.

Then someone asked:

【Good Opera has arrived, first ask you what her name is】

【Answer incorrectly and I'll knock you out】

This person immediately replied: 【Lost Ze Nicole ()】

【Get out!. jpg Your grave has already been prepared.】

Someone who could say such lines is indeed a time traveler.

Because possessing 'nonexistent memories,' Aomo could also somewhat understand this kind of joke called 'cv meme,' but to locals unaware of the context, it simply looks like they're going crazy.

So it should be that Jinlang Neitian trainer? Once served as the acting trainer for Good Opera, but if speaking of the most famous horse girl under his name.

Still need to count the Golden Ship.

That is the horse girl called 'Alien Horse,' whose wave level far surpasses Bi Ze's; if Qianming represents his impression of Tressen as most free, then Golden Ship is probably the most free in interstellar space.

Need to take a detour... Aomo thought thus, while the chatroom topic had already jumped to the topic of Good Opera's formal address.

【Correct name?】

【Zhengzheng Opera King】

【Or call】

【tm Opera King!】

【tm Opera King!】

【You ask me who I am? I'm tm Opera King!】

This chatroom lacks no repeaters, only now they're not chatting about otherworld memes, but about local culture memes.

Tei Gong Mu Opera O, this title can be split and transformed into t. m. operao.

t. m. is the abbreviation of 'Zhengzheng' initials, opera (opera) taken from its mother's name: opera house, o (o) meaning king, the translated conversion is Zhengzheng Opera King, or alternatively tm Opera King.

However, due to the unique meaning of 'tm' in East Yan cultural context, it easily leads to subtle misunderstanding.

Considering this, the final translation decided by the Central Horse Racing Association became: Good Opera

Called hegemon, king of hegemony, Good Opera, 26 battles, 14 wins, 6 second places, 3 third places, career placement rate 100%.

The second G1 seven-time crown winner after Luduofu Symbol, her deeds can be called the Long Aotian of horse girls, on the field she was surrounded and targeted by all horse girls at the time yet still carried out the annual peak myth, the 605 Yama Memorial cm promotional copy of the URA Association even more so praised:

'Star Alliance Year 615, Yama Memorial

If continuing to win, all horse girls will become enemies

That horse girl, completely surrounded.

The road should have disappeared.

Good Opera. Why do you run.

Annual victory myth.

In this battle, people saw dreams.

Come, witness dreams.'

The word 'dream' is precisely the theme of horse girls' careers, and also the original intention of Tressen Academy's establishment.

Just as Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan chairman once said to him: 'Please let the dream of being in charge of horse girls be realized!'

Indeed an excessively ideal place... his thoughts drifted here, he smiled silently, but then was interrupted by suddenly transmitted footsteps.

Sounded like from not far away in the corridor entrance, that sound was approaching.

But he also didn't pay too much attention, planning to pretend to play with the terminal to feign death.

Then I heard the footsteps reach the stairwell entrance, and I walked a few steps toward this side, then paused.

"Ah... you are......"

"......" Hearing the somewhat low female voice unexpectedly close, Aomo finally shifted his gaze from the light screen.

Then I saw a horse girl with strikingly long black bangs, her gentle and curious golden eyes fixed on me.

Unlike her somewhat mature voice, she looks young, and her figure is even petite.

Actually seeing her, I felt she was a bit shorter than Suzi... a certain demon thought rudely.

"... Are you Suzi's trainer? Mr. Lindon?"

Still that somewhat low and mature voice, which thus sounded extraordinarily unusual.

If the voice of Meipu Bourbon is one of mechanical flatness, then this child's voice is one of emotional deficiency, or perhaps the unusual feeling from suppressing emotions.

Excessively calm, even more so than his past self.

"Exactly," Aomo first nodded, then countered, "Manchester Chazuo classmate, right?"

"... Yes, you are...... afraid to see Suzi?"

She lacks the desire to communicate as summarized in the intelligence, and even when initiating conversation, each sentence has obvious pauses; compared to Meipu Bourbon, Manchester Chazuo lady is more like a social phobe, or perhaps... simply dislikes speaking.

Aomo somewhat suspected the other was the type who becomes especially talkative once on chat software, but what he needed to deal with now was clearly the other's worry.

Yes, worry.

In mutual gaze, exchanging messages, Aomo didn't know if Manchester Chazuo noticed his calm, but he saw the worry in her eyes.

It seems, "not daring to see Suzi" itself worries her greatly.

Considering Suzi's reputation, this worry could easily branch into several directions...

However, from yesterday's Suzi's performance and evaluation, plus the fact that Manchester Chazuo has shared a classroom with Suzi for many days, Aomo is instead convinced their mutual understanding is not superficial.

In other words, she has no reason to be disturbed by rumors.

If so, then she is worried about being disturbed by rumors herself, or worried that Suzi's relationship with the trainer will stagnate?

Upon thinking this, Aomo shook his head: "Not really."

Anyway, to dispel that worry, explanation should come first, so he answered bluntly: "I originally wanted to take her to the training field for a lap, but she had an experiment that must be finished now, so I'm waiting here for her."

"By the way, I originally wanted to observe, but she said I disturbed her." "Puhaha... ah, sorry."

"It's fine, laugh if you want, but could you tell me why you're laughing?"

"I'm still...... the first time seeing Suzi dislike someone disturbing her." The black-haired little girl said, her right hand reaching to her chest to grip, her somewhat troubled gaze shifting to the lab door due to the topic.

As if the person inside merely existing gives her a headache.

"In the past……she was the one disturbing others."

"I think so too," Aomo deeply agreed, "Suzi definitely bothered Manchester Chazuo not a few times."

"Call me Chazuo just fine..... no... no, indeed it is so." Manchester Chazuo said, originally intending to reflexively rebut, but then realizing the fact is indeed so.

The atmosphere also immediately became awkward.

Then it was Aomo's turn to laugh out loud, as if meeting another of his kind.

"Staring at her all the time must be tiring, right?"

"Hmm... but I also find it hard to imagine...... Suzi being managed by someone."

"Can't avoid trying just because you can't imagine it..."

Aomo was just saying that when he suddenly fell silent due to the footsteps behind the door, and Manchester Chazuo's pair of black ears on her head immediately twitched slightly toward the lab door.

Both heard it, the approaching footsteps, and upon noticing this, Manchester Chazuo also gave Aomo a look of some surprise.

The horse girl's hearing has always been excessively sharp.

Or rather, horses as a species survive by relying on acute hearing, and after inheriting this bodily alteration influenced by the soul, the horse girl's ears and horse ear structure are no different.

Ears, accurately speaking, the pinna, can rotate front to back about 180°, can stand erect like a flag or droop close to the head, hearing range 55Hz~25kHz, able to hear sounds far beyond what ordinary people can hear.

At the same time, sounds from 400m away can also be heard, and if there is synchronized wind direction and wind speed, one might even try to discern speech from it.

However, therefore, high decibels easily startle them and even cause injury.

So some horse girls wear ear muffs.

This is not just for showing individuality, but more to protect the ears, incidentally blocking sand, mosquitoes, moths, and other flying insects.

And as a horse girl without ear muffs, Ailisuzhi and Manchester Chazuo's hearing need not be said; Manchester Chazuo still noticed that the Lindon trainer clearly looks human, yet seemed to have heard those approaching footsteps.

And upon noticing her surprised gaze, Aomo thought: it seems Suzi and she communicated at least without revealing his own species.

Then I heard the footsteps come right up to in front, followed by a sudden door-pulling sound!

"You two! Really using me as a topic to chat heatedly!

"

Ailisuzhi's expression was completely one of amused anger, indeed still not fully focused on the experiment, but she still held a tube containing purplish-red solution in her hand.

She was sizing up the two silent people before her, the dark red brewing under the light grating openly festering with anger, then shifting into playful teasing after an idea occurred, wandering between these two similarly black-haired individuals each with a strand of white hair.

The only difference is whether the white hair is in front or on top.

"Freshly brewed potion, who wants it?"

"Suzi, you...","I'll take it, I suppose compared to Chazuo classmate, my voice is also louder."

Compared to voice, what likely angers the other more is the content; the two discussed how to restrain each other right under the other's ears—Aomo naturally wouldn't expose himself to find trouble, nor admit he did it on purpose.

By contrast, Chazuo classmate's reaction seemed genuinely unaware.

Seeing her first reaction still like explaining something, Aomo thought you this approach is useless and will only get you pressed into signing an unequal treaty, reaching out with "I'll take it!"

"Heh~" Seeing the desired test subject escape, that dark red gaze turned to the youth hindering himself, "Rushing to play hero on first meeting? Guinea pig."

From this one can also see, these two people are both ulterior-minded, with a kind of mismatched默契.

"Perhaps we should still try to salvage the impression?" Aomo said with a subtle smile, "Whether it's me letting you do this, or you planning to do this, and by the way, what is this potion for?"

"Digestive aid."

"?"

"The special week from the neighboring class wants this, seems like it's with that someone, what's their name... Xiao Lijin? Or maybe Migu? Forget it, can't remember, anyway it's not important!"

Basically unwilling to remember classmates' names yet acting righteous, the scum waved their hand casually, putting on an air of dismissing everything:

"Anyway they're competing to see who can eat more, I also happen to plan to check out the possibilities of Uma Musume in this regard."

Is there any need to look into this possibility?

If this medicine goes wrong, might it turn someone into a toilet sprite?

Aomo frowned, trying hard to put on a somewhat serious face, and asked softly:

"What are its possible side effects?"

"It might cause hiccups, or maybe both hands glow."

Upon hearing it wasn't diarrhea, Aomo had initially sighed in relief, but hearing the latter part gave them a slight headache.

"What's your obsession with glowing hands, exactly?"