Chapter 1146

NO. 51: Who says Omer doesn't have a daily life?

NO．51：Who says Aomo has no daily life

Everyone knows that the backstage work of a performance often far exceeds what is seen on stage.

Everyone knows that in a performance, what is shown backstage offstage is often far more than what is on stage.

The same is true for Uma Musume races.

The races of the horse girls are no exception.

Those few minutes on the track, and those few minutes on the winner's stage—who knows how much blood, sweat, and tears were poured in, or how much anguish and struggle they endured.

Those few minutes on the field and those few minutes on the victor's stage involve an unknown amount of painstaking effort and unknown amounts of anguish and struggle.

There are even extremely realistic behind-the-scenes aspects.

There are even extremely realistic behind-the-scenes segments.

— due to obstacles, resistance, treatment, and other factors, the performers lack motivation, leaving you no choice but to devise ways to reignite their drive.

——Due to thresholds, resistance, treatment, and various other reasons, the performers' motivation is lacking, forcing you to think of ways to rekindle their drive.

Fortunately, Omer is neither the troupe head nor the producer/director.

Fortunately, Aomo is neither the troupe leader nor the producer and director.

He doesn't need to worry about these things; even if a 'friend' of one of them orders a reinforcement, he still doesn't have to deal with it himself.

These matters are not worth his worry; even if a 'relative or friend' of one of them issues an order to strengthen that person, he still doesn't need to handle it himself.

It's not as if he doesn't have his own trainer—where would some random roadside monster get a chance to do psychological prep?

Moreover, he isn't lacking his own trainers; where would random monsters jumping out of the roadside get a chance to do mental conditioning?

At most he just gives the opposing trainer a bit of psychological support, then waits for the bullet to fly.

At most he just does a bit of mental conditioning for the other side's trainer, then waits for the bullet to fly a while.

In fact, he and Ares Speedchild didn't have to wait long.

In fact, he and Ailisuzhi didn't wait too long.

Shortly after, the Umastagram account of the Sky Shrine posted a bewildering binary code.

Shortly afterward, the Umastagram account of the Sky Divine Palace already posted a bewildering binary code.

The confusion is only temporary; decoding tools are ubiquitous and easy to find, with many browsers even bundling them as plugins—just a few simple steps can translate that crystal‑clear phrase.

Being baffled is only temporary; decoding conversion tools are really widespread and easy to find, with many browsers even bundling such plug-ins, and a few simple operations can translate that most straightforward revival phrase.

【Rematch. Get ready. Speedy】

【Rematch. Get ready. Quick child】

Look, this is what machine translation yields.

Look, this is the result of machine translation.

If you default‑convert it to Dongyan, it turns out like this; but if you catch on and instead convert it into Hong English, you obtain the clear expression 【Tachyon】.

By default converting it into Dongyan text yields this; if you realize and switch to converting into Hong English, you get the intuitive expression 【Tachyon】.

'Not too slow, actually.'

"Not too slow."

—That's Ares Speedchild's assessment of that post.

——This is Ailisuzhi's evaluation of that post.

Meanwhile, the auto‑refreshing post's lower‑right‑corner like list instantly picked up Speedchild's account name.

At the same time, Suzi's account name immediately appeared in the string of likes in the lower‑right corner of the auto‑refreshing post.

Then Omer's name shows up.

Then Aomo's would appear.

I also gave a quick like to the latest post of Yan Hui‑er, who handles the sharing.

Incidentally, he also liked the latest post of Yan Hui Er, who was in charge of sharing.

'I'm actually wondering whether she worked it out on her own or just asked the trainer.'

"I'm actually a bit curious whether she figured it out herself or just asked the trainer."

'Just ask him directly—surely you have his contact information?'

"You could just ask that guy directly; you wouldn't have no way to contact him, would you?"

'I do have it, but perhaps if I'm patient I could wait for a more interesting turn of events.'

"He does exist, but perhaps with a little patience we could wait for a more interesting development."

'Oh? What do you mean?' She put down the solution she was holding, and the girl on the screen clearly had her curiosity sparked.

"Oh? How so?" Setting down the solution in her hands, the girl on the screen was clearly stirred by this remark.

'Although that sounds odd, the Yan trainer is actually pretty scared of me.'

"Although saying this sounds strange, but the Yan trainer is actually quite afraid of me."

'Huh?'

"Eh?"

The girl's smile grew wider, as if this were something worth being happy about.

The girl's smile widened, as if this were something worth being happy about.

'Exactly, I didn't expect that either—after not seeing each other for a while, his impression of me became especially distinct, and even at the end of our talk it showed no sign of fading.'

"That's right, I didn't expect it either; after not seeing each other for a while, his impression of me became especially special, and even at the end of the conversation, that impression showed no sign of fading."

After saying that, Aomo's gaze shifted slightly; he was looking at the little black sheep that was complaining, "You're not exactly approachable either."

That comment was out of line; Aomo believed he had been pleasant enough then, merely paying more attention while listening to the talk, his blood possibly a bit restless, revealing a few demonic outward traits.

For example, his eyes turning red, or the lock of hair on his forehead possibly glowing a bit, and so on.

Seen in a dark setting, it actually had a hint of the fluorescent makeup common in street cyber culture, but in Aomo's memory, aside from the victor's stage, the lighting should have been quite good otherwise.

Whether one should argue with small animals about this aside, the remark from the horse girl on the opposite screen let him deeply feel a certain gap in outlook on life.

"Ha, that's not bad, Guinea Pig-kun, you've finally reached the point where even without demonizing you can scare others~!"

"I can't agree." Aomo merely said it lightly, turning his head to glance at Nishizaki Yutaka standing under a neon sign, waving farewell to three trainers in the distance.

Because it was holiday and everyone had travel plans, Aomo rarely had such an occasion—he didn't need to rush home to cook.

He could naturally proceed to dinner with these colleagues.

Although his relationship with most people remained rather stiff, and he himself wasn't interested in deliberately putting effort to change impressions, Nishizaki Yutaka, Hijiri Ayaka, Ms. Moon, and others were still easy to talk with.

Especially with Ms. Moon, who is also a Baud person.

The ease of their conversation could be described as being able to go to an izakaya together after the meal to keep chatting.

Know that this activity, while a tradition for Jidong office workers, is apparently nonexistent as a tradition for the two Baud people who usually keep a schedule for daily actions, and moreover it disrupts their regular lifestyle rhythm—

—for example, Aomo's initial plan at that time was to go home and play games; he hadn't logged in for a long time.

Leaving aside that annoying game motive, the result of Ms. Moon's invitation even made Rongjin Shinyo worry enough to call her to check in.

—the lack of response to the usual evening greeting is exactly what could make this little girl worry that the trainer might have encountered some situation.

But actually they were just chatting about past events in the Baud district.

One talked about the present world, the other about the initial demon realm area; they supplemented each other's information while giving a few Jidong trainers here some face.

Of course, they also drank plenty of alcohol; otherwise, this lady would at least have noticed the phone's activity.

The problem isn't the strong Western liquor hidden in the izakaya, but rather that this lady intentionally relaxed herself; otherwise, even the metabolism standard of a horse girl would hardly bring about intoxication so easily.

"I'll take her home."

At the end of their lively chat, the moderately drinking Hijiri Ayaka supported the lady whose face was flushed, her bright and charming appearance drawing glances from many other patrons, and she gave those patrons a cold stare to help her sober up, but perhaps also bringing more fervent gazes.

"Is it okay? Or should I call my manager?"

Obviously the one who could say that is Nishizaki Yutaka, who truly receives entertainer-level treatment.

He looked at those two, his worry undisguised.

A woman in her early twenties, a horse girl in her thirties or forties who's drunk—such a combination isn't very reassuring.

"It's fine, I already contacted Bai Ren to come over."

"Ah?"

"? What's wrong?"

"No, it's fine." Aomo waved his hand, indicating Nishizaki shouldn't worry; but merely thinking of Bai Ren inevitably brought to mind the competition a few days prior.

At that time, the opponent's persistence shown toward him, and later when his sister Pipi Chen Guang Ms. came over and displayed a puzzling scrutiny toward him, continually made him wonder whether he usually overlooked something that might provoke Narita Bai Ren.

This, of course, is not to say that the first hallway chase.

That matter should have already been exposed; the subsequent continuous run was moreover intended to finish today's work today, leaving no loose ends.

By now, Narita Bai Ren, through that event, had run and achieved a result surpassing his lifetime... He never understood this principle; rather, he didn't even grasp why the other party still insisted on running with him; he could only regard it as further evidence (+1) of his perpetual inability to understand women's thoughts.

But since then, the two parties have had no further interaction.

Although theoretically, given Bai Ren's habit of slacking off, unless there is serious business, not meeting is normal; and these days happen to be consecutive holidays, he also didn't consider calling Bai Ren over to continue the running guidance at the tea seat.

But he also isn't quite clear whether this counts as being overly self-conscious.

In reality there is no interaction, online there is no conversation, and even the dynamic shows no likes from the other party; this is somewhat unexpected, after all, according to previous circumstances, there would always be a like within a day.

He always pays more attention to online interactions with acquaintances.

But to say that the other party is intentionally avoiding oneself based on these factors... indeed is somewhat unfounded.

Perhaps the other party encountered something and didn't have time all day?

It's not like you haven't seen it before, for example, a certain alien infant once evaporated on a certain day in the human world, making you think he might be dead on a synthetic human's belly, when he said he stayed up all night to beat a recently released classic game in the circle, and carried out a satisfying bout of eating feces.

... emmm, not good to evaluate.

In short, there are really too many people to pay attention to these days, so Aomo also didn't pay too much attention to this; upon hearing that Bai Ren would come over, it was inevitable to recall this matter.

"Let's go take a look." He greeted Nishizaki, who, upon hearing that Bai Ren would come, sat down in the chair and didn't want to get up again.

"Alright, you're still as cautious as ever."

Just assuming that Aomo wanted to see off the two people getting into the car before feeling at ease, Nishizaki Feng helplessly stood up:

"Just right, where should we go for a stroll later? It's only just past ten."

"How about the Beta Training Field?"

"?"

"6, okay."