Luocheng remembered the handbook.
On the first page, it read:
[Tokai Teio Race Plan]
Originally, Luocheng had assumed someone else had arranged Teio’s races for him.
But considering what was happening now, perhaps that handbook was somehow connected to his arrival in this “real” world.
The Debut Race Training Arc began today.
And there was an ending date listed as well.
A chilling possibility entered Luocheng’s mind.
What if his stay here was temporary?
What if, once the training period ended, he would return?
Was this place truly reality at all?
A sudden unease crawled over him.
Perhaps he was still inside the game.
Maybe this seemingly normal world was simply a more elaborate system-controlled sequence.
In game terms—
maybe he had entered a cutscene.
He might still be nothing more than the “player.”
Luocheng decided to test whether physical details from the previous world had carried over.
The result unsettled him.
Minor traces of earlier events remained, yet Teio had no clear memory of how they had happened.
It was as though the system had preserved consequences while rewriting the circumstances surrounding them.
That made everything feel even stranger.
“Trainer, how much longer are you going to stare?”
Tokai Teio folded her arms, visibly embarrassed by his scrutiny.
“Done.”
“That’s it?”
“For now.”
Luocheng’s attention wasn’t on anything romantic.
It was far too early in the morning for that anyway.
Teio puffed out her cheeks and fixed her clothes.
She had clearly misunderstood his strange behavior and was not pleased that he seemed distracted.
“Your debut race is in how long?” Luocheng asked.
“One month.”
Luocheng rummaged around the desk and eventually found the training schedule he himself had created.
He had made it while bored, using the books around the office as references.
Now, faced with a genuinely expressive Tokai Teio, Luocheng decided to temporarily immerse himself in this half-real, half-game world.
Whatever the truth might be, he wanted to experience normal life again.
He was sick of the purposeless game world.
“Follow this plan today.”
“Okay.”
Teio glanced at him and sensed the disappointment hidden beneath his expression.
She took his hand.
“Trainer, come buy racing shoes with me.
I need a pair for my debut.”
“Shoes…
Wait.”
Luocheng’s eyes widened.
“We can leave?”
“Of course.
Why wouldn’t we?”
They could leave?!
Luocheng’s heart jumped.
That had been impossible in the game world.
He had been confined entirely to Tracen Academy by an invisible wall.
If he had been able to leave, he probably wouldn’t have grown half as desperate as he had.
He had wanted to see the outside world for months.
“Let’s go!”
For the first time in over a hundred days, Luocheng could finally walk beyond the academy gates.
His depressed mood immediately began to lift.
He put on his jacket and entered the corridor.
Seeing students passing by, Luocheng reflexively greeted them.
“Morning, little horses.”
The horse girls blushed.
Some lowered their heads.
“G-Good morning, Trainer…”
Then they hurried away.
Luocheng’s eyebrows rose.
Interesting.
Before, greetings only produced formulaic responses.
Now they had emotion.
They reacted.
Had the artificial stupidity finally upgraded into artificial intelligence?
Luocheng began greeting nearly everyone he passed simply because the reactions were so novel.
Soon, he encountered one of the horse girls he had always liked.
Seiun Sky.
Known both for pushing herself relentlessly when it mattered and for being absurdly good at slacking off.
Her fresh green hair fluttered in the breeze, and her sky-blue eyes carried their usual easygoing warmth.
She was cute enough that anyone would want to ruffle her hair.
“Yo~ Morning, Trainer Luocheng.”
“Morning, green cat.”
Even back in the game world, Seiun Sky’s greeting had possessed more personality than most.
If this had been a visual novel, she would absolutely have been a romanceable heroine.
Her behavior patterns were distinctive too.
Luocheng would sometimes find her secretly sleeping in the grass.
Discovering her there always felt like unlocking some hidden event CG.
Back then, one of Luocheng’s few harmless pleasures had been searching the academy grounds to see where Seiun Sky had fallen asleep that day.
Her Affection was among the highest of anyone he hadn’t maxed out.
Probably in the eighties.
Close to ninety.
“Heading out, Trainer?” Seiun Sky asked.
“How about taking a nap with Seichan when you get back?”
“Sure, if you want to—”
“Trainer is coming with me.
He doesn’t have time for you.”
Tokai Teio abruptly inserted herself between them, grabbed Luocheng’s arm, and dragged him away.
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