I'm Ornn, and I'm about to be beaten to my knees by the Man-eating Horse Girl!

Steam seemed to rise from the blue-haired horse woman's face. She quickly stepped forward and covered Mubai's mouth, crying out, "Mistress!! You, you mustn't be talking nonsense!!!"

Laughter filled the manor at night.

Orn sneaked into the white luxury sedan like a thief, and Kitajima Rokuro asked nervously, "How was it? That old woman... didn't bully you, did she?"

"Back then, Kawatsuru and I were young and naive, and we often went to tease that woman... now she should be called Brother Meguro."

"Two years later, Meguro was captured by her! Only then did we realize that she was the matriarch of the Meguro family!"

Orn rolled his eyes and muttered, "So that's what happened. No wonder she was so aggressive... Don't worry, although there was some misunderstanding at the beginning, it's been cleared up."

Satomi Kazuru frowned and said, "You've been here for so long, she must have asked you some questions, right? How did it go? Did you give yourself away?"

Orn grinned crookedly, "Plan works! I deliberately left her a few openings, just enough to pass the Central Trainer Qualification Exam. She won't notice!"

Kitajima Rokuro clapped his hands and said, "You're really something!? If that woman finds out the truth now, she probably won't be able to sleep a wink!"

Satomi Kazuru also took off his sunglasses, pretended to wipe his eyes, and whispered, "This can be considered revenge for Sho... no, for Meguro-nii!"

"The last time I saw him... he was so thin! Who would have thought that the once robust young man with blond hair, dark skin, and a bright smile would now be so pale, looking as if he had ingested a large amount of high-value crops?"

"Waaah... Hehehe! Brother Meguro, I, Kawatsuru, have finally avenged you!"

The green fox wiped away the crocodile's tears and finally couldn't hold back its laughter.

Amidst laughter, the car drove towards a hotel near the Nagoya exam center.

Chapter 35 Exam Room Turmoil

My name is Matsushita Kudo, and I work as a trainer at Central Treson. To earn extra money, I also work part-time as an exam examiner and grader.

After all, his wife, who has ears on her head, is a bit strict, and he doesn't have much money to spend right now. Even buying an RX78 is a bit of a stretch.

If his wife finds out that he has bought these models that require glue, she will squeeze out all his bio-glue!

Not only that, sometimes she would get jealous of these models and even send them all to the underworld!

Some might ask, "Can't you use your invincible deliberate punch to think of a solution?"

You can't even protect your own model! What kind of cunning man are you?

Matsushita shook his finger. "I can't do it."

He tried to reason with her, but that only seemed to push their relationship to a lower point. His wife used a binding attack, and his health was already as low as a candle in the wind.

But what if violence is used?

Haha, Matsushita thinks the guy who said that would be better off going to the jungles of Uganda and playing sumo wrestling with mountain gorillas. Maybe the intense slapping would clear his head.

The only consequence of playing horse girl sumo wrestling was that Matsushita had to go to a urology clinic, where, amidst the doctor's indifferent, habitual, and unsurprised tone, he humiliatingly returned home with a stimulant labeled "trauma medicine."

In the hospital corridors, you can occasionally hear nurses and doctors whispering to each other.

"Hey! Isn't that the unlucky guy who tried to disobey the horse lady again?!"

"Sigh! Another one who doesn't believe in bad luck. The hospitals are overflowing lately! It's either a broken pelvis, a broken hand, or both!"

"Why are there always idiots trying to go against Ma Niang? Sigh!"

Matsushita shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the painful memories.

Working away from home is a wonderful thing. It allows Xiaosong to take a few days off, avoid his clingy students, and even visit the new recruits. How pleasant!

"Hey! Matsushita, you seem to be in a good mood today?"

A short, stout old man wearing a small bowler hat and sunglasses walked over with a cane. Matsushita quickly composed himself and greeted the man, "Mr. Rokuhei, you've arrived so early?"

The old man nodded, glanced at the list of people who had come to take the exam, and then handed over a piece of paper with a purple family crest.

“Mr. Rokuhei, this is…..”

"It's a privilege of the Mejiro family. There will be a candidate from Kasamatsu taking the exam later. Just treat him like a regular candidate."

Liu Ping lowered the brim of his hat and continued, "Don't worry about the rest."

Matsushita took the paper, which contained supporting documentation and the name of the person who recommended him to take the exam.

He slowly read aloud, "Owen...? That sounds like a foreigner's name. No wonder he doesn't have any identification."

Rokuhei turned to look in Kasamatsu's direction, suddenly chuckled, then muttered to himself, "With the Mejiro family's recommendation, he didn't even need to take the exam. Heh, if only you had that kind of spirit! Kitahara..."

"what did you say?"

"It's nothing, Matsushita. I'll leave this examination room to you. The examinees will be here shortly. I have some business to attend to."

"give it to me!"

The exam began quickly, and Matsushita, having nothing else to do, started patrolling the exam hall.

As an examiner, his favorite thing to do was to walk up to the candidate, stand there for a long time, then let out a soft smacking sound before swaggering back to the podium.

"How despicable I am!" Matsushita would lament his inhuman behavior when he saw the test-takers sweating profusely, before repeating the same actions.

This time, the person he was targeting was a young man with thick black hair. The young man answered the questions at an astonishing speed. While others were still working on the first round of questions, he had already started working on the first round of questions!

Good lad! Is he just writing nonsense?

Even with his six years of experience at Matsushita, he wouldn't dare say he could answer the questions so quickly.

So he decided to go see what the kid was writing and, at the same time, scare him to satisfy his perverse sense of humor.

Matsushita slowly walked behind the young man and stood there motionless, creating an invisible pressure.

But before he could even utter that smacking sound, the young man slammed his pen down on the table, then turned around and glared at Matsushita, who was also staring at his test paper!

This sudden turn of events left Matsushita somewhat bewildered. For a moment, neither of them made any other move, simply staring at each other blankly, as if they were not in sync.

"This...this isn't right, is it? Shouldn't I be the invigilator?"

'In this cramped exam room? Shouldn't I be the oldest? How dare this young man with no hair on his head look me in the eye?'

"Bring it on! Do you think I'm afraid of a brat like you who doesn't even have a certificate?"

"...Why are you still staring at me? Aren't you going to finish your test?"

'Oh! So you've already worked on the last big question? No wonder you're not in a rush!'

As they glared at each other, Matsushita hesitated, realizing he was in the wrong.

He coughed lightly to cover his embarrassment and said to the surrounding candidates, "No talking during the exam! Otherwise, you will be disqualified!"

He then looked away and slowly strolled forward as if nothing had happened.

In that instant, he seemed to hear the young man let out a mocking laugh, as if ridiculing his inner retreat.

Although taking a step back can open up new possibilities, Matsushita became increasingly angry the more he thought about it.

So he walked around the front of the examination hall, then strolled back behind the young man.

This time, he's going to have a battle of wits with this kid! His stamina for building Gundams is no joke! Let's see who's afraid of whom in the end!?

But this time he miscalculated again, because the kid stopped glaring at him and started focusing on answering the questions!

Matsushita felt a surge of anger rising in his chest, his ears began to ring, his blood pressure seemed to be rising, and his whole body felt hot.

He tugged at his collar, pinched his thigh hard, and roared inwardly, "The lingering warmth of the setting sun! I'll see what you've written, you little brat!!"

So he peeked inside and became completely absorbed in it.

The final major question this year was a debate topic: "Can skills learned on grass be used on sand?"

Of course, while it's called a debate, it actually has a correct bias.

Matsushita knew the correct answer to this question, which required trainers to argue based on the premise that "skills learned on grass cannot be used on sand."

Because the terrain is completely different, the experience gained on sand is not comparable to that gained on grass. It is far more efficient for female horses that run on sand to learn general skills than to learn skills adapted to running on sand.

In reality, a horse girl who can learn seven skills within three years is already considered very talented. Horse girls with slightly less talent may only be able to learn one or two skills per year, leaving them with no cost for trial and error.

But now this young man gave the opposite answer, and provided his own experimental data and case studies.

Matsushita, who had been teaching for six years, could tell at a glance that these data were absolutely not fabricated. On the contrary, they were real data, obtained from horse girls and even human athletes!

"Will you combine [Berserk Mode] with [All-Out Attack]?"

"Rampage Mode is a technique used in sandy racetracks to boost a horse's acceleration during the final sprint, while All-Out Attack is a final sprint skill for general racetracks. It's not a skill exclusive to turf, but you could call it a turf skill if you wanted to."

"After all, in the six years I've been training them, no sandy horse girl has ever spent a lot of time learning general skills; it's really a thankless task..."

"If it's really possible to combine them according to the records here... perhaps more local horse girls will be able to adapt to the grassland aptitude, and more new stars will emerge, right?"

Matsushita stared at the exam paper in front of him, lost in thought, until the bell rang signaling the end of the exam, bringing him back to his senses.

The young man who answered the question had already handed in his paper. Seeing how focused Matsushita was, the other assistant proctor didn't disturb him and let him leave.

Matsushita flipped through the exam paper, glanced at the name at the top, and muttered, "Orn... heh, as expected of a talent recommended by the Mejiro family."

"It seems that Central Tressen is about to welcome another genius."

Chapter 36 Fight!

Outside the exam hall, Satomi Kazutsugu waved and called out, "Over here! Orn!"

"Hey! Our academic genius is out of the exam? How did it go?"

Orn smiled, opened the car door, and confidently replied, "I think there's probably no problem; I'll definitely get the certification."

Kitajima Rokuro raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Oh? So confident? Then it seems this exam is indeed quite easy?"

"By the way, after you finish this exam, are you going to work in the central government or a local government?"

Orn asked in confusion, "Uncle Liulang, is there any difference?"

"What's the difference? Well, the difference is huge!"

Rokuro Kitajima explained, "The conditions in Central Tressen are excellent. If we have to compare it with other places... the annual grassland maintenance cost of Central Tressen is probably enough to buy a Kasamatsu Tressen!"

"Maybe we can even have some money left over to buy some equipment, and that's just considering the cost of the lawn."

Orn was startled by this description. Although he knew that the gap between the central government and local governments was relatively large, he did not expect it to be this big!

He couldn't help but ask, "The gap is really that big? Does that mean the girls here have been widening the gap with the girls in the central government ever since they enrolled?"

Satomi Kazuru sighed and said, "Yes! The racehorses that can enter the central race are all either the best of the best or the sons of zaibatsu. Just like the Mejiro family helped you solve your identity problem this time, the shareholders of Treson have special rights."

"The gap between centrally-run and local racehorses... hehe, sometimes it's even bigger than the gap between a horse and a pig!"

Kitajima Rokuro nodded and said, "What Kawatsuru said is a bit of an exaggeration, but it is indeed the case, so your future development is very important."

"So, will you choose to go to the central government or stay in the local area?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Orn replied directly, "I will remain in Kasamatsu Tressen."

"Ha! I knew you'd choose this!"

Kitajima Rokuro put on his sunglasses and laughed, "I don't mind. It's good for you to gain more experience locally; it'll benefit us too."

"Kawakatsu? What do you think?"

Satomi Kazutsuku said with a wry smile, "Since little brother Orn has already made his choice, what reason do we have to refuse?"

He paused for a moment, then said seriously, "But... Orn, I hope to see you in Central Treson two years from now."

"At that time, you can't refuse Bei Dao's and my requests."

Orn nodded and said, "Of course. You two uncles have been very kind to me, how could I possibly be ungrateful?"

Satomi Kawatsuru and Kitajima Rokuro laughed; they naturally didn't believe the young man before them would go back on his word.

"Hehe, Orn, why don't you also buy some office equipment like a cell phone and computer while you're at it? The cell phone I gave you before was just an empty shell. Since the Mejiro family has already taken care of your identification, you can naturally get a SIM card and credit card at the same time."

Orn thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "In that case, I shall respectfully comply."

Satomi Kazuru laughed and said, "Haha, stop using those obscure idioms, it makes us look like roughnecks. Let's go!"

"Hehe, let's go, how about we go soak in a hot spring while we're at it?"

"Go together! Go together!"

Inside the white, budget sedan, the atmosphere became harmonious once again.

Kasamatsu Tressen – Wednesday, April 17, 04:04 p.m.

In a Kasamatsu Tressen activity room, easily detectable by any detection instrument, three figures sat around the only coffee table in the room.

The newly radiant woman took a deep breath, then slammed her hand down on the wooden table, making a loud thud.

"Ahem, the first emergency response committee meeting of the Orn Squad is now convened!"