Chapter 1273: NO.177: Gui She, you have some promise (Silver Alliance bonus chapter 2/10)

NO. 177: Gui She, you have some promise (Silver Alliance bonus chapter 2/10)

Not to mention what the girls' battles are, where the hidden battlefield is, Miss Xi's usual visible battlefield is always particularly obvious.

A small square table no different from an ordinary desk, holding carving knives and auxiliary tools of various sizes; besides that, there is also clay and metal converter that looks quite refined and high-end from its appearance.

Besides that, there are also small instruments dedicated to micro-carving and miniaturization crafts.

And what looks like a 3D printer used as a last resort.

It can be seen that, with sufficiently simple and convenient easy-to-use tools, Miss Xi's creative focus has already gone beyond pure clay models.

This is a natural ascent.

Gazing ahead is the most obvious desire of primates; when one steps into a higher realm and feels the next level is within reach, most people will not choose to stop.

More refined shaping, more precise structure, more realistic texture—the aspects a modeler considers are always so diverse; the greater the aspiration, the deeper one falls into that endless pursuit.

This process is undoubtedly the most fulfilling experience, just like Ailisuzhi's experimental segment, Mancity Chazuo's coffee grinding and spirit tutoring, Meipu Bourbon… uh… Aomo really doesn't want to list mobile game tapping in this lineup, feeling the tone drops instantly.

But that's the fact, and you can't help it.

In the two months before signing Meipu Bourbon, he could still say that the other party's most focused and fulfilling time was spent running.

When that tuft of chestnut red flew like splashed ink, and the horseshoe shoes struck the ground with a muffled thud, that seemingly solidified moment etched the originally muffled outline into deep and vivid clarity, imprinting it on your first impression of her.

You can clearly feel her love for running, especially when she steps onto not a concrete street but a training field that simulates the atmosphere of a racetrack even if it isn't artificial turf, you can clearly notice that her usual unchanging poker face gains something it normally lacks.

That is joy.

Even under that overly restrained expression management, this change isn't noticeable, but obviously, as a trainer, one cannot lack this perceptiveness.

That said, horse girls loving to run is practically common knowledge; Meipu Bourbon's talent is not so much rare as ubiquitous.

Especially at Central Treesen.

But in the face of Meipu Bourbon, there's really no need to talk about whether talent is diverse or not—after all, she's already gone through all of this once.

Even in Central Treesen where talent and effort are opposed, her purity is undeniable, leading Aomo to think that perhaps he should be more tolerant only toward her.

Don't keep obsessing over giving horse girls interests outside the racetrack, don't keep obsessing over the saying 'horse girls' battlefield shouldn't and can't be just the racetrack'.

Can retired horse girls also compete in extreme sports?

Although that is very dangerous, the participating girls themselves are well aware of it.

A trainer is just a trainer, and cannot boss kids around like an old fogey on their choices; once you realize this, you can let go of many worries——

——and then seeing the little girl who had removed the electrical killer tag quickly become addicted to mobile games.

This, this isn't right, is it?

Strictly speaking, it's not just mobile games; it's just that the little girl, during training breaks, can conveniently pull out her phone to tap, so Aomo sees her playing mobile games the most.

But it's really hard for her mobile game tapping to reflect the state of running.

When her observer trainer, amid eyelid twitches, checks each time that the combination of 'focused', 'earnest', and 'delighted' is perfectly reproduced, it's hard not to lift a hand to rub the bridge of the nose.

When Miss Miyi told him, with her characteristic shyness, timidity, and soft voice, that she was doing swimmingly, he became very silent.

Compared to the lab bigshots, coffee experts, and spirit-tutoring aces, what does Bourbon amount to?

A mobile game god?

Somewhat hard to measure.

But open-minded trainers like Linton still recognize such a professional field.

In any field, being able to enjoy it and occupy the upstream counts as an achievement; coming from his current position, saying this is quite convincing.

After all, his work email inbox has remained steadily harassed to this day.

One is the relentless cultists—the followers of the King in Yellow still hounding him; two is the relentless appearance fans—the dark faction's external appearance voters still doing so as always.

Besides that, the latter's cooperative projects on the website are indeed steadily progressing.

In the past two weeks he has taken time to go to their headquarters three times to sign agreements, and even went to their recording studio to try voice acting work a few times, even being asked by the voice director if he had any similar experience.

Originally planning to sign the AI synthesis per the original contract, the unexpected gain led them to decide to use human voices, also prompting Aomo to re-sign two agreements and earn extra wages.

He does steady training daily, and when there are races he switches to the horse girls' autonomous training, then goes to analyze the races and make summary reports.

At night he works overtime at the Kazdell base, and on days off with free time he goes to the internet base to do voice work.

Incidentally, he also carries out the twenty-third 'Gui She interception'.

Aomo's routine over these two weeks is more fulfilling than anyone's, so packed that he hardly has any free time at night otherwise he'd miss daytime work—but Texas, blushing, together with Xi shoved a virtual reality experience machine into his hands.

In the confusion before he could ask, they hurried off, and upon logging in he discovered this is a fan-made work of a mental time house.

With limited interference on time perception, the simplest use is to stretch a few hours into a day's feeling.

It also allows DIY environments, or purchasing pre-made electronic resource packs, supports LAN, and also supports R18 functions.

It seems to have been bought with Cetlina's ID…… as for who came up with the idea, that's hard to say.

But one must admit this plan works wonders; even if the sensation is quite fake, even if reality still needs tidying, Aomo also counts as having had a shiver-inducing relief without needing to endure.

But on the flip side, his dreaming time has been taken up.

Looking back, during the day he again has to face Chazuo's doubts.

One thing worth noting is that Ling is unusually quiet.

If it weren't for Chazuo's doubts mentioning that Ling accompanied her in play during the wait, Aomo would think she never came to see him at all.

After all, in his impression Ling ought to be elusive and prone to disappearing.

The reason for this quietness these days is that it's also reasonable that he's been busy with his own affairs; the fact that he had perfect attendance via sign-in for the past few days was the accident.

But Chazuo says she attended so consistently that she ended up playing with Chazuo in dreams for several days……

Is this person really that boring? Demons may be surprised, but right now the pressing matter at hand is more important.

"This time just needs to be able to take a beating; being able to do that is enough."

"I know, I know! Little Snake, you've said it three times already!"

The girl sitting at the table impatiently fished out her phone from her chest, swiped it, then immediately set it aside and picked up the clay converter.

Could it be that this time it will succeed?

The sudden nagging itself is no different from impatience; Xi could also feel her boyfriend's anxiety these two days, and it certainly couldn't be because of the notice from Rhode Island about Isabella's progress.

Could it be that Gechengwangpai has started paying attention to the Japan Cup?

She had still heard Suzi mention this; moreover, these past few days, even her classmates, regardless of gender, have been discussing it.

Hearing so much, she could even remember some match schedules, and once again she felt that Jiemen Qu was indeed a major horse-racing region.

"Perhaps, I'm starting to have this premonition," Aomo stood by the windowsill, gazing toward the distant cityscape, which was also the direction of the racetrack, "the twenty-fourth time, this time will be an especially grim confrontation where I and Sai Luo act together, and it will also coincide with the timing of the Jidong Cup."

After two weeks of waiting and several trials and errors, it's finally our turn for this most likely opportunity; I think they should also soon state their position.

"Is Gui She finally going to be absorbed into the upper echelons?" Xi said irritably.

Whether it's taking advantage of the situation to attack Sai Luo, or making an issue out of the Jidong Cup, that's what I'm referring to.

Gui She looks even more pitiable.

What's pitiable? He never seems to be acting when he appears; he always enjoys the fearful gazes of the citizens.

Really? Isn't he always beaten and forced to flee? Does anyone still fear him?

Such immense violence so close at hand is inevitably intimidating.