Chapter 96

Good morning, little brother Lin Dun!

Morning.

Morning, good morning! Lin Dun, trainer!

Good morning, Shuang Zhoulun... very spirited.

Hey! Trainer, we're looking for Big Sister Bo Pang—do you know where she is?

Let me think... I guess she's at the soccer field right now; her class schedule has morning practice.

Let's go check, thanks, trainer! "You're welcome, go ahead, Xiao Yu."

Lin Dun Ge, morning—— "Good morning, Te Biezhou, shut your mouth."

Such harsh words!

That's just the literal meaning—swallow the radish in your mouth before you speak.

No, I just wanted to ask why you keep putting your hands in your pockets.

I think it's cool.

Uh... Lin Dun bro, are you serious?

Serious.

Earnestly scrutinizing Aomo's face—since he looked utterly genuine—the 'Supreme Commander' with brown hair and a large white tuft dyed at his forehead swallowed the last piece of radish in his mouth with no flair.

Then, with a very reluctant expression, he nodded: "That's fine, after all, Lin Dun bro is only 19."

What's this 16‑year‑old brat acting older than me for? Did maturing give you extra experience, huh!

Aomo's face was calm, even a bit cool, as he slightly bowed his head: "Heard you're planning to compare appetites with someone?"

Oh! Lin Dun bro, you're well‑informed! I'm getting ready to match wits with Xiao Li!

Oh, you're definitely going to get fat.

Although the horse girls' appetites are indeed huge, and Te Biezhou is top among them, when comparing burst eating capacity, the famous big‑eater Xiao Li is the benchmark... Aomo doesn't want to guess who'll win; he just hopes the person preparing the food is okay.

Heard Mi Yu is joining too?

Yes! Mi Yu is also a fierce warrior! But no worries—I haven't eaten carrots all day for this, and tomorrow's prep will surely eliminate Xiao Li and Rice Sang in three rounds!

Turning three shocks into three waves—you're really something! Tomorrow's prep is an appetite stimulant, right? You despicable Te Biezhou!

Te Biezhou (specialweek), among the classmates, has a nickname like Supei Jiang; although Aomo tries to adapt, judging by his behavior so far, he clearly can't be expected to go native on this point.

If I beat those two, I'll become the top eater at Torisen!

With such little ambition! Can't you go challenge the Executor's cafeteria in Heaven's Gate City?

……Hope the trainer is okay.

Aomo recalled the intel he'd gathered, remembering that Te Biezhou's trainer was a Moonlight Clan transmigrator, whose main expenses went to treating his underling horse girls to food and drink.

The more horse girls a trainer has, the more he must endure this misfortune, since the horse girls' victory prize is split between them and the school—nothing to do with the trainer.

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You can't keep shouting 'rich lady', 'hungry', 'food' every day, can you?

This appetite becoming the norm will surely be a heavy blow to your wallet, even your stance will be knocked flat.

Go run another lap to burn more energy and free up space in your stomach.

Aomo, saying one thing but meaning another, continued to play both sides: "Still, it's best to have some stomach medicine on hand; overeating will probably cause some problems."

Suzuka said the same thing; everything's ready, so I'm off to start running—see you, Lin-ton!

Goodbye.

The smile he had been forcing finally faded after the other person walked away; Aomo's face fell, he lowered his head and glanced at his hand tucked in his pants pocket, moving it slightly.

……

Even that tiny slit let the blinding light fiercely strike Aomo's eyes.

He immediately welled up with tears, and then Chazuo, jogging over, handed him a pair of sunglasses.

Besides, a white lab coat was draped over their arm.

I wasn't sure if the light was playing tricks, but I seemed to see a faint shadow sway behind her.

Such a faint spiritual reaction…… could it really be a medium that attracts lingering souls?

"Thanks, but I don't need it for now." Aomo's eyes were brimming with tears, yet his refusal was firm.

He already keeps his hands in his pockets to look cool; throwing on sunglasses would make the act even more complete.

Just keeping his hands in his pockets honestly causes no trouble; but pulling them out easily makes him a campus star.

It was just after the bell rang ending class at Tressen; students were bouncing around everywhere, and occasionally a couple of training staff colleagues would greet him.

I didn't see the few who had been training around the training field yesterday afternoon.

But most of the horse girls he'd casually brushed off yesterday on the road, despite their ulterior motives, were still there.

One of them, the Twin Turbo, greeted him as he passed by; he seemed to have calmed down for now, just not wanting to talk further.

Aomo keenly sensed the child's attitude was off, but he hadn't yet realized it was because his exploits as Ailisuzhi's trainer had spread, and Suzi's reputation was especially noteworthy.

Yesterday, after Yomojuji went to apologize to Miura Harbor, she endured cyber grammar with great perseverance and chatted with the other party for a while, actually reaching a familiarity where they could call each other by name; she then turned back to find Aomo to thank him again, thereby also earning the 'honor' of being able to call him by name directly.

As for that special week I had deliberately waited on to treat, I never expected they'd still remember me.

Chatting turned out quite warm, even reviving the original nicknames, giving a feeling like gaining a foolish little sister.

Of course, now the foolish little sister thinks he's even more foolish.

Tsk, this little girl has no idea that the person pretending to be cool is in this state precisely because he drank the test reagent prepared for her.

In these peaceful times, have you ever wondered who is again giving you the strength to press forward under burden?

By the time everything reaches this point, seeing Aomo's demeanor also becomes understandable.

That so-called 'stomach medicine' apparently didn't trigger the hiccup side effect, but it did trigger luminescence.

Aomo might actually be glad that those two at least didn't show up together.

He really doesn't want to display his astonishingly bright hands right now, and he refuses to think about how such a device that maintains intense light long-term could possibly exist.

There's no high temperature either.

Oh, that's fortunate; otherwise, just putting it in your pocket could drag your pants away.

Even if you put it in your pocket, you still feel it glowing, but at least under bright sunlight it doesn't look too eye-catching.

According to Suzi, this phenomenon won't last long, certainly not more than an hour.

Best if it doesn't exceed an hour.

Otherwise he couldn't even pull out his hands; he certainly couldn't open the terminal's never-before-used voice control function to time it.

"Suzi is almost here, so please pay attention."

"Hmm..."

He glanced at the distant brown figure running, then at the white coat hanging on Chazuo's arm, and Aomo recalled Ailisuzhi shouting: "This is her backup finals outfit she's still considering; wearing it will definitely boost speed!"

Aomo, who thought the white coat would only increase wind resistance, didn't say much more.

He decided to let her run one lap first, then take off the white coat and run another lap.

Compare the data, and let her give up.

Admittedly, the horse girls' G1 finals outfits are basically flashy, even the shoes often have heels, making one can't help but marvel at 'how strong the materials science is and how powerful the ankles are'.

But despite the sigh, a full set of finals outfits is indeed made of cutting-edge materials; prioritizing the reduction of wind resistance and movement hindrance, many such outfits could directly serve as combat uniforms.

Such clothing is inherently expensive and involves many considerations, making it hard to claim that wearing it would make you slow.

But this white coat is indeed traditional polyester-cotton fabric.

Its advantages are that it's crisp, durable, easy to wash and quick-drying, sturdy and long-lasting, and resistant to deformation.

Its drawbacks are a stiff feel, lack of breathability, no elasticity, and relatively poor comfort.

It can be said to have nothing to do with sports.

However, rather than saying that outright, Aomo prefers to let her see reality for herself.

Then, at the moment Ailisuzhi crossed the finish line, Chazuo happened to stop the stopwatch, calling out to the approaching Suzi and also to the looking Aomo a number slightly lower than before.

"……"

Now it was Aomo's turn to fall silent for a moment.

Now it was who needed to see reality clear—looking at Ailisuzhi's smile, Aomo always felt he could read such meaning.

In response, Aomo only returned an inscrutable smile.

Questioning whether the other side intentionally let up in the initial round is an unnecessary procedure that only adds trust cracks and endless trouble.

"Alright, then put it on."

It was unexpected, but not particularly surprising.

Aomo, who had consistently been cautious and never spoken definitively, never even questioned the other side, merely letting her run two laps, accepted this result quite quickly.

After all, this wasn't an official match but training.

Training, after all, often includes added-load training; making her wear that outfit can be seen as adding difficulty.

His mindset remained very level.

However, the other side was dissatisfied and wanted to press the advantage.

"Oh dear, what did I say again?" Ailisuzhi, having quickly taken the white coat Chazuo handed over and thrown it on, came up to Aomo and said, "Guinea pig, you gave in so easily—what's going on? You really have no backup plan?"

The trailing tone is always raised and drawn out, which also counts as Ailisuzhi's energetic style, Aomo thought.

Of course, he also knew the reason for her provocation: because Aomo had previously mentioned to Chazuo the topic of restraining Suzi.

At this point, rather than worrying about dissipating anger, he was more concerned that it might develop into a long-term competitive spirit……

Really troublesome—this kind of attitude that ought to be kept yet hinders communication efficiency.

"The experimental result is the purpose; facts speak louder than rhetoric—do you intend to let me wrangle and nitpick?" Aomo gave a silent glance at the enthusiastic yet sweat-beaded Ailisuzhi, lifted his chin toward Chazuo, and said, "Take a brief rest, then I'll talk about your running issue."

"Only at times like this does putting on a serious front seem truly cunning, Guinea Pig."

"And moreover, so rudely lifting the chin."

"Who is this because of?" Upon hearing this, Aomo finally felt somewhat awkward.

If he could point with his finger, he certainly wouldn't use chin-pointing or nostril-gazing; it's not like his hands are stuck in his pockets!

However, by the time he asked that, the other side had already turned and was walking toward Chazuo.

"Naturally, it's because Guinea Pig, with full enthusiasm, wants to support my research! Keep it up~!"

Even that reply faded away, leaving Aomo standing there sighing, then he slowly walked toward the two horse girls as well.

He continued with both hands in his pockets.