Zongman, working as a teaching assistant in Trasen

"It is better to rely on yourself than on others." No one can understand your situation better than yourself.

Just as he had said to Akikawa Yayoi when he applied for the job: Central Tresen Academy is the highest-level academy for training horse girls in Japan. The horse girls who can come here are either gifted and have unlimited potential since childhood, or strong people who have achieved impressive results in local Tresen. They do not lack the knowledge needed to maintain their own training, but just need someone to guide them and help them find their own right path through continuous attempts.

This is something that everyone knows to some extent. The admissions and recruitment requirements announced by the academy every year can be seen by ordinary people at a glance, but there are still many horse girl trainers who don't care about the horse girls' independent ideas at all and force them to follow their own plans.

The reason is simple: if Ma Niang can win by making her own training plan and participating in the competition, then what do we need you trainers for?

To obtain the qualification of a trainer, one must take an exam, and to obtain the qualification of a trainer at Central Tresen Academy, one must compete with countless people on a single-plank bridge.

Just like the college entrance examination candidates in neighboring countries: after ten years of hard study, they finally passed the imperial examination and were about to make a name for themselves in the field they are best at, but this field has already been automated?

Who can stand this?

Of course, this ultimately comes down to an economic issue: Trainers are paid by contracting horsegirls, and their income is directly tied to their performance. Who knows if your enjoyment of running is directly related to your speed? What if you enjoy running, but never finish in the top three every time? What's the point of running?

It's about making money and doing business, there's nothing shameful about it.

But...is Vodka short of money?

In a sense, he is short of money, otherwise his elder brother wouldn't take him around to get money all day long...but compared to this group of ordinary office workers, he still has some savings.

In other words, it can keep Xiao Limao fed until he is at least 80% full for a month!

So what's he afraid of? Of course, he'll do whatever feels good to him.

With the organization as his backing, Uozuka Saburo felt almost infinitely confident. He didn't care about performance or money at all. He only wanted to please this group of little ancestors and further consolidate his reputation.

Of course, low-level bootlickers abandon their dignity and move forward courageously, degrading themselves to the extreme and then forcing praise on others, giving people a disgusting feeling of having stepped on dog shit, which makes people dislike them instead; high-level bootlickers first improve themselves, raise their own status high, and then put on a sincere look to affirm others, not only making the other party feel that they have earned something, but also preserving their own face, killing two birds with one stone!

He, Uozuka Saburo, wants to be the king of licking dogs!

Thus, throughout the entire day, almost all of the middle-level horsewomen he led discovered the peculiarities of this new training instructor:

Although he looks stern and fierce, he is actually very approachable and willing to listen to their words and opinions. He can always give advice and affirmation from the perspective they care about most, making them feel ecstatic and full of self-confidence!

No teacher has ever given them so much constructive advice and unequivocal affirmation!!!

After being in the school for so long, the classmates who showed their talents were sought after by the trainers one after another, signed contracts, and received countless praises, but they could only spend their days training in this basic training camp day after day. Even if no one said anything to them, they would feel sad, not to mention having a stupid teacher like their predecessor, Saburo Uozuka.

If you have no characteristics, you have no characteristics. No matter how hard you try, you can only be in the upper middle level at best, and you can never become the "one horse" among the "one horse leading the way, and all the other horses are dim". This idea is almost rooted in the hearts of every unsigned horse girl, including Yamato Akagi, and torments them day and night as time goes by.

People like Vodka and Sakura Jinwang who live a heartless life may be a little better, but deep down in their hearts there is still a little unconscious fear.

Now, there is actually a "big shot" who dared to shoot the training instructor, who confronted the school head-on and returned with a full load. He personally communicated with them about the quality of the training, discussed with them what kind of plan would be more effective, and even tried to run two laps on the track himself to verify the feasibility!

How could they have deserved to be treated so tenderly by such an excellent teacher?

Simply, simply...

puff.

The unnoticed heartbeats echoed in the hearts of these horse girls who had finally found relief from the drought, awakening their long-dormant desire to win.

I want...

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Chapter 30 What kind of people are these...

"Mr. Uozuka! Thank you for your instruction today!"

"I will definitely follow your instructions!"

"See you tomorrow, Uozuka-sensei!"

"Oh! Remember to do the 'three hundred' when you get back! Don't forget!"

"Know it!"

In the evening, Uozuka Saburo sat on the platform next to the playground, recording the data of each horse girl he had roughly observed today in the small notebook in his hand, while greeting the horse girls who left one after another and reminding them some daily precautions to avoid injury.

On the one hand, this is his way of winning people's hearts. Like a friend, he gives them a feeling that "he understands" over time and brings them closer psychologically. On the other hand, he really wants to impart some little knowledge about exercise to help the horse girls reduce the probability of injury and avoid problems in their own positions.

Like I said before, even though he has little experience teaching others how to exercise, he has a lot of experience exercising himself, right?

His relentless training in the early years had caused him to suffer many serious injuries. If it weren't for the organization's cutting-edge technology to help with treatment, he would have died long ago. After recovering time and time again, he always understood some basic and universal daily life experience, which was perfect for educating these little girls.

"Mr. Uozuka, I have something to do, so I'll leave now! Explode—in—"

"That's why I told you not to run so fast! Slow down, idiot!"

"Mr. Uozuka, we're leaving now!"

"See you tomorrow, uncle~"

"Oh...wait a minute!"

"???"

"? What's wrong, uncle? Any problem?"

Calling Vodka and Yamato Akagi, Uozuka Saburo scratched his head and said to Vodka, whose intimacy was second only to Shinou and Suzuka, "Um, do you know which horsegirls didn't come today? I feel like there are a few missing."

"Huh? Mr. Uozuka, don't you have a list?" Yamato Akagi asked curiously.

"I still have the roster of all the middle school students from the beginning of last semester, but I don't have the roster for our class anymore." Uozuka Saburo closed the notebook helplessly and looked at the two men, who were still panting. "It's been almost half a year. Some of you signed trainers and left, some went to compete on your own, and some were transferred to other training instructors. The roster is a mess. I can't figure out who's in charge, so I can only come to you to find out what's going on."

"Eh~ So that's how it is."

"It seems... that many people have indeed changed?"

Vodka and Yamato Akagi looked at each other. Their hearts, which had been beating too fast due to the extra training and competition, gradually calmed down. They simply put their schoolbags aside and sat down next to Uozuka Saburo, one on each side, and came over to look at his manual.

————Then, they were pushed away by their own instructors at the same time.

"You bastards, don't get so close to me! It's so hot!"

"Hey! Uncle, how dare you look down on us! You're obviously sweaty and hot too!"

"Yeah! It's already scorching hot out here, and I don't want you guys coming over to make me even hotter!"

"Why? As an instructor, shouldn't you be closer to us? Come on~"

"What are you doing? You...fuck!"

Vodka nimbly dodged the gripping hand and grabbed the neck from behind. Uozuka Saburo instantly felt the sweat pouring down his body and he felt so uncomfortable that he almost cried out.

Fortunately, Yamato Akagi was not as flamboyant as Vodka. After being pushed by Uozuka Saburo, she consciously moved away a little. Seeing that Vodka was still sticking to her, she instantly became angry and pushed her away without hesitation, which gave Uozuka Saburo a chance to catch his breath.

"Ha...ha...you, your grip is a bit too strong..."

Feeling as if he were being hung by a hemp rope around his neck, Uozuka Saburo looked at the other person's seemingly slender arms with fear, and said with lingering fear, "Next time, hold back a little! I don't want to die so soon!"

"Yes, I understand." Vodka raised his hand and said insincerely, "So can we tell you now, uncle? We've almost remembered who didn't come today, right?"

"...Really? How many people do you remember?" Vodka looked at Yamato Akagi and asked as if seeking confirmation.

"Hmm... probably, but it might not be comprehensive." Yamato Akagi raised his arms and said uncertainly, "After all, the previous instructor was... well, that kind of person. He wouldn't tell us whether some people transferred or signed contracts. We heard about it ourselves, so there are bound to be some omissions."

"It's okay. Just remembering it is already a big help to me." Uozuka Saburo quickly opened his small notebook, looked at the two of them with a pen in hand and said, "Okay, let's start?"

"Hmm...it seems Shenying and Kusagami Fei went to the competition? I heard Jin Wang-senpai mention it when we were doing the operation yesterday."

"Yes, yes, yes! I know that. They just left yesterday at noon! They went out to participate in a training match for the unstakeable class!"

"Oh, then I know what you're talking about. It's an exchange activity organized by the school... Flying on the Grass, Condor, an outdoor competition, and more?"

"And...ah! Waiting for the poetry drama! She's injured and in the hospital!"

"I fell while running and broke my nose and it's bleeding. According to the usual practice, I should stay in the hospital for three days for observation."

"What's the usual routine... a lyrical play, hospitalization, and what about this wonderful opera? Hospitalization too?"

"No, the good opera singer must be on tour and hasn't returned yet? I haven't seen her during the holidays."

"Uh-huh."

"Touring... Never mind, I'll check it out myself later. Anything else?"

"besides......"

This took nearly ten minutes, until the dusk light began to dim, before the three of them finally finalized the list of absentees, with strange expressions on their faces.

In their school... the rate of students absent from daily training is a bit high?

It’s almost one-third!

And look at what kind of excuses these are! Going out for competitions is still okay, but why are there people going to the hospital, going on tour, chasing stars...

"Wait! What the hell is this called Aili Digital!??"

Walking out of the playground with the two horse girls, both carrying backpacks, Uozuka Saburo sorted through his notes before suddenly realizing the problem. Pointing at the words "Aili Digital, chasing stars is not back," he asked with wide eyes, "Chasing stars? Is this what I mean by chasing stars? How can this be considered a reason for asking for leave???"

"Ah, Digital Carbon..."

"Maybe... it's a little different from what you understand as star-chasing, uncle?"

Upon hearing this question, Yamato Akagi and Vodka revealed an indescribable expression. They first glanced around at the surrounding scenery, then simultaneously raised their hands and pointed at a bush and said, "Look, right there."

"You should go and see for yourself..."

"......ah?"

He shifted his gaze and looked in the direction the two people were pointing. A bunch of fluffy pink hair appeared in Uozuka Saburo's sight.

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Chapter 31: White Teeth and White Drops

“Inhale—exhale—inhale—exhale—inhale—”

"...Hey, what are you doing?"

“!!?? Ugh!? I’ve been discovered!!!”

Suddenly hearing this, the hair on Aili Digital's body stood up, like a frightened animal. Without even turning her head, she shouted, "I! I, I, I, I, I am not a suspicious person! I am also a student studying at this school. I am absolutely, absolutely not a stalker!!!"

"...So, what's with that camera you're holding?"

"This!?? This is just... bird watching! Yes! Just bird watching, ready to take pictures at any time!!!"

"Birds? I remember that the greenery around the playground should be planted far apart so as not to affect Ma-chan's running. What kind of bird is that in your photo?"

“Ah, ah!?”

"Also...were you smelling something just now?"

“!!? Na, nani!?? No no… yeah!”

Suddenly, a big hand patted her thin shoulder, making her hair stand on end and unable to make a sound.

"I've often heard of perverts who like to follow athletes around and smell their scent after they work out. I never thought I'd actually run into one today... Don't you agree? Perverted little girl?"

"Abba, Abbabababa..."

Her small body began to tremble wildly. Her height of 1.4 meters meant that even if she turned her head, she couldn't see the whole face of the person behind her. She could only make a ba-ba-ba sound and said in a tone that was about to cry: "Well, that... I... I want to find my lawyer..."

"Da-mee-da-mee-da-mee, da-mee-yo?"

The hand on his shoulder gently lifted up, slid down the Digital Ellie's neck, and clamped it around her round little head. A voice like hell came from above: "This is Tresen, Tresen, the school of horse girls. If a pervert does something perverted in Tresen, what do you think will be the punishment?"

"...Gu, gu ...

"......Um?"

Wait, this little one... is crying?

I don't seem to have even a hint of murderous intent in me?

Uozuka Saburo was puzzled and maintained this pose for a while. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He gently turned the other person's head and saw that she was really crying.

That's it...crying is so disgusting! So perverted!

How on earth could she make such a terrible expression with such a cute little face?! What the hell was she thinking?!

"Gu, guhehe... Punishment... Punished by the horse girl... Guhehe..."