Chapter 1135: The Senior Has a Lot of Nonsense (Bonus Chapter for Reaching 2000 Votes

NO. 40: The senior has a lot of nonsense (extra chapter unlocked upon reaching 2,000 votes)

It had been two days since he became the Eastern Sea Emperor, brazenly taking the Chrysanthemum Prize championship, breaking the fate of the horse racing soul.

It was also the day the Autumn Glory Prize opened.

Though it fell at the tail end of the weekend, it obviously lacked the astonishing significance bestowed upon the Chrysanthemum Prize, and in the midst of the peak fervor surrounding the birth of the new generation's Triple Crown, this G1 race was undoubtedly rather awkward.

Compared to the official heavy hand of "the Association weakened the Triple Crown's hype for the Dream Cup," the purely public-opinion-driven publicity wave was an even greater invisible hand, turning the Autumn Glory Prize—which should have been the focus of all eyes—into something more like a fan-oriented event.

Loyal fans of the horse girls bought on-site tickets, rushed to their battlefield, and waved flags and shouted for their promoted contenders—such fans made up the vast majority of ticket holders for any given race.

Still, such races could, after all, free up the space reserved for industry professionals.

Just like this very row in the middle of Section A, Row 5.

Here sat a group of people who, though dressed in everyday clothes, all bore horseshoe-shaped badges on their chests.

They were indeed the ones who always held a place in the legends of the horse girls, commonly referred to as the man/woman/armed helicopter behind the scenes—the trainers.

As professionals, their attendance, resembling a market inspection, was hardly blameworthy; what was truly strange was how rarely one could see this group sitting so uniformly in a single row.

Such uniformity, without a single speck of outsider impurity, naturally aroused a degree of wonder; it was less a coincidence and more the result of prior agreement made at the time of booking, with connections even greased in the racecourse ticketing department.

Clearly, this was a trainer team-building event, and moreover, a team-building of central trainer specification.

Among these people, you could see several faces that had appeared on magazine covers, and even in news reports, variety shows, and even on stage.

Even the most junior among them had, on Umastagram, maintained near-constant topic presence over the past half year.

This referred, obviously, to the black-haired youth who had just shed his cognitive impediment and removed his mask to take a seat.

"So plain? I thought you'd use some monster-related disguise ability."

As soon as he sat down, the inviter beside him handed over a bottle of the team's shared health drink, which the young and healthy fiend took, glanced at it with subtlety, and still unscrewed the cap.

"It's not some talent show, after all—abilities should just be whatever's handy and convenient."

"That's enlightening."

Earlier, Nishizaki Yutaka had made a mutual aid pact with Aomo in the trainer and source energy cultivation fields, but in reality, he and Aomo had both fallen into their respective busy states, and he was even busier than the latter—

—apart from the various visitors brought by his horse girl's recent Triple Crown achievement, he himself was the top priority in trainer image promotion, with all kinds of publicity, advertising, and even performances being indispensable.

As previously mentioned, the faces that would appear on stage mainly referred to Trainer Prince Nishizaki Yutaka.

Even in the mini-game app bundled with Umastagram, he was a top-ranking character, and some even had friendship cards of human-rights-protection level.

There was also the right to sell costume changes as new characters. jpg

This could already be called the ultimate goal of industry insiders.

But there are still very few such people in this circle.

Not everyone dreams of being processed into a paper figure and stuffed into a gacha mobile game; at most, when actually stuffed in, they'd just pray to keep their… well, you know.

But exceptions do exist.

Some guys even hope to become JKs or even JC… such trainers who seem to be nobody on the internet also exist, and the trainer of Golden Ship is a prime example.

There have even been cases of real-name petitions to the official, proposing to give oneself a full April Fool's special little loli card face or something.

Now, although everyone sat in a row, the fact that he had an empty space between himself and the supposed neighbor Yan Hui Er proved that this team-building discussion was not especially perfect.

"Looks pretty fierce."

Not only the distance between Jin Lang Nei Tian and Yan Hui Er, but Aomo himself could feel the disapproving gazes from several colleagues—this was proof that workplace atmosphere is hard to change.

"Well, just because it's hard to improve doesn't mean we shouldn't try," said Nishizaki Yutaka, similarly turning his head to glance at other colleagues, raising both hands and pressing down consecutively, signaling everyone to give a little face, "Moreover, many trainers have things to attend to and couldn't come—there's still a long way to go."

"You really believe they have things to do?" Aomo's other-side companion, Hiko Ayaka, frowned, then immediately greeted Aomo.

"Playing is also a kind of thing, right? On the last half-day and night of the holiday, everyone has the right to choose who to play with," Nishizaki said indifferently, smiling, "Aomo, you didn't force yourself, did you?"

"I heard you recently gained two more girlfriends—I thought you wouldn't come."

"If you'd called me early this morning, I'd indeed not be able to come, but companionship itself has its limits, and women also have their own private space."

Having unscrewed the cap and taken a sip, Aomo looked toward the other trainers on Mitaka's side and immediately nodded at the few who had expressed goodwill.

Of course, Sai Luo and Jie De wouldn't show up like that.

Even James didn't come.

Yan Hui Er, Moon Lady, Bei Xiaogu, and even that Jin Lang trainer were all waving at him.

Though the last one truly had no connection at all—not even through horse girls—this was no matter.

Even if the other's reputation wasn't great, it was no worse than his own profession's morality currently under question.

This was the sacrifice he made in trying to drag Sai Luo completely to Tressen.

Though it wasn't exactly a sacrifice, it merely made an already bad reputation even worse.

From "central trainer who doesn't properly train horse girls," it became "central trainer who doesn't properly train horse girls and even causes chaos by running himself."

Then, under the school's statement and public opinion risk guidance, public evaluation actually improved somewhat.

After all, sitting alongside were Sai Luo and Jie De—such popular figures, the former having even taken victory from Dazhenhan, thus bearing more of Aomo's fan firepower, and later, under school packaging, became a friendly exchange-style event.

The topic reversal had already been achieved.

But obviously, industry people's notions are not easily turned.

Especially those holding preconceived prejudices, moreover scorning official statements, believing their own vision unique, unwilling to follow the crowd.

Their view remains unchanged, and they even think Aomo used some means to drag along the Tressen Central's chairman to cause chaos together.

It's not hard to imagine that in some particularly bitter trainer groups, even Lindun Trainer's mygo literature might appear, but at least they have brains that can't speak out.

The internet is not a lawless place, and those in high positions must pay attention to their external conduct.

Moreover, in the easily gathered information, Aomo Lindun's main job seems to be mercenary, and he still has a digital beast partner.

And he maintains friendly relations with the Mu Hai Detective Agency, which specializes in digital work.

If not for his unprecedented confidence in his own internet skills, then it would have to be pure, invincible confidence after believing in an evil god, before daring to rashly speak out to attack and smear the other's image.

"Oh, that's actually pretty good," Nishizaki Yutaka happily nodded, "I was thinking maybe I could share some experience as someone who's been there—like, don't get too clingy in the early stages of dating, for example."

"Sounds like you have a lot of experience."

"Uh... being a trainer, it's easy to make mistakes."

"Oh..." Aomo found it hard not to look at Nishizaki Yutaka with astonishment.

This had never appeared in my intelligence network before; in fact, it shouldn't happen to the trainer prince persona I'm shaping.

Although online there have been fantasies of princes marrying Snow White, Cinderella, mermaids, etc., this obviously can't be conflated with shaping a true prince image.

Trainers and horse girls stepping into the publicity field together is exactly the goal the association has been striving to advance in recent years, so Nishizaki Yutaka's prince image is closer to an idol than a host.

And idols...

Naturally, it's inconvenient to spread dating rumors.

Regardless of who.

So Aomo's first reaction after that shock was to check the people around him.

As if he hadn't heard.

From that unclear energy field, Aomo's perception indeed caught a moment of shielding, which let him relax and look back at Nishizaki Yutaka.

"Lucky you dare to say that."

The one who coldly said this was obviously not Aomo, but rather Mitaka Ayaka, who made him look astonished again from the other side.

"I didn't intend to say it so clearly~" Nishizaki Yutaka smiled helplessly, "Just a very simple suggestion; I feel someone like Aomo definitely needs it."

"How so?"

"Pay attention to your horse girls, including those in charge."

This senior, who always lacks proper decorum in front of acquaintances, put on a serious and stern expression at this moment, but failed to make Aomo feel solemn; he only felt the senior would reveal his true self the next second.

"Even if you have no special relationship, you should know that possessiveness isn't limited to romance."

"Just that?"

"Just that—don't act indifferent; you must take it seriously, as it greatly affects training condition!"

"Oh, I stand corrected."

"What kind of attitude is this! Ayaka, look at him!"