Chapter 1274: NO.178: Do you know how big a sacrifice it is to not watch the race on the track

NO. 178: Do you know how big a sacrifice it is to not watch the race on the track? (Silver Alliance 3/10)

The Jidong Cup is an ultimate battlefield that horse girls in their second year find hard not to yearn to challenge.

Although it takes place at the end of November, while there is still a top‑traffic popularity event, the Arima Memorial, at the end of December, the Jidong Cup—formerly known as the Japan Cup—is actually a world‑class event with greater influence than the Arima Memorial.

Compared to being the second leg of the Autumn Old Horse Triple Crown, its greater value lies in being held at the birthplace of horse‑girl culture—the Jiemen District horse‑racing venue—open to all federal districts and even allowing two foreign‑star entry horses to compete in a GI race.

In an infinite world, we draw finite boundaries, and within those finite boundaries we pursue the infinite extreme.

The Jidong Cup, affectionately called the Little Dream Cup.

This does not mean it is merely an ordinary person unborn in the Dream Cup era, after all, audiences are always greedy.

Craving new stories and new legends, rather than reducing the number of stages by stepping on one and lifting another, the mindset of wanting to consume everything is what everyone consistently follows to stay wholesome.

The Dream Cup is a limited‑time card pool you can encounter but not seek, while the Jidong Cup is a yearly guaranteed strength‑pool safety net; compared to being able to pick only one, everyone would rather urge the URA Association to have them all!

Then, the giraffes—no, the spectators—came in droves, chasing the silhouette of the year's strongest contender.

Aomo Lindun was naturally one of those spectators, but unfortunately, this year he probably has no luck with it.

Although he was already sitting on the edge of the venue's rooftop—an illegal seat where security would immediately order him down—overlooking the noisy, fervent spectacle, his gaze pierced the entire building and radiated across the heaven and earth of this whole area.

"If it were before, I could never have imagined myself skipping the Jidong Cup to sit here and stake out a criminal."

"Besides, you can watch the recording, right? I heard that in your trainers' circle there's even an officially made spectator Super‑Dream pass?"

"I've always been waiting for the day you stop using the word 'you guys.'"

"Ah… huh?! Upon reacting, Sai Luo's voice jumped an octave: 'Don't even think about it, it's impossible.'"

"I have a condition where hearing 'impossible' makes me want to laugh," Aomo said calmly, glancing at the location badge sent by the badger, "This is probably a common ailment in this federation."

"You talk as if you never said it yourself." Sai Luo smirked.

Sai Luo is like that—he just needs to wait for Aomo's order to fight—but Aomo has far more to worry about.

Whether it's the badger‑relayed Gui She address, the race‑field situation, or the contact maintained by Holohaiya on one side and Lipiya's attention to Gechengwangpai's training on the other, figuring out what to do and how to respond requires careful thought.

Just because the thinking is done doesn't mean it hinders the multitasking Aomo Lindun from paying attention to the present or from speaking.

"'Impossible' is still a common phrase, so of course I've said it before," Aomo said, pulling up Bicuikes's message window for a glance, then immediately extending the monocular telescope to confirm that a golden‑haired little tiger stood on the high platform diagonally opposite.

The Teqiju Juanzhang arrived in person, not to watch the match, but stood there in full work attire, proper and proper.

Should one say it influences the spectators or startles the snake? Appearing as a commander in a not‑too‑front but still frontline position is likewise not very sensible, but Aomo also knows this counts as a kind of federation official style.

Holding a high position yet often staying on the front lines is both a dangerous show and a transmission of style.

This emulation of the hard‑line official style from the federation's founding era, if unmet, makes it hard to win public approval and invites much criticism, with the result that even the highest officials must find time to stroll around.

As for the time and place Bicuikes picked……

"What a tremendous drive!"

"You mean that blond‑haired little girl?"

The utterly Showa‑era tiny sparkle displayed in the Ultraman's Eye shows usefulness not inferior to a telescope; Sai Luo doesn't need Aomo to share the telescope to see and comprehend his sigh.

"She's betting that this chance will let her reclaim the work once taken over by the Bade District Teqiju," he lowered the telescope, which instantly vanished into his left hand, actually entering the rare left‑hand wristband, "but even if she wins she'll offend the Bade District substation, and she should know that."

"That complicated? I thought you were the one who summoned her."

"How would I have her make that choice?" Aomo glared at him annoyed, "I merely asked her to confirm the legality of this work's preparations; if that alone led her to decide…"

"Wouldn't that be unfair to the other staff?" Sai Luo caught sight of a spectator brushing past the blond‑haired, beast‑eared little girl, dropping a small item that she caught—like a so‑called plainclothes agent.

"On the contrary," Aomo laughed helplessly after glancing at the new message, "those agents can get to this hard‑to‑get Jidong Cup venue through official procedures, and they're all grateful to her."

"Isn't that good?" Sai Luo truly didn't know what he was worrying about over there.

"Assuming there really is a case." Aomo sighed.

"This decision really affects her superiors' evaluation of her, so if it stems from me, that would be a sudden pressure."

"Alright," Sai Luo, who found this bunch overly complicated, just patted his knees, stood up, and turned to look at the empty space outside the building behind him, "Let's hope everything goes smoothly, no matter what—has Gui She arrived?"

"He's here." Upon mentioning this, Aomo's expression became subtle again.

"Even though he's getting beaten, he's becoming increasingly diligent—truly visibly more punctual."

"After all, that guy also has a taste for mischief."

"You can even see that?"

"What do you mean 'even you can see that'? I've seen plenty of guys like Gui She, and even Xiao Lu is that type."

"This might be the worst time Xiao Lu has been blackened."

"Otherwise, give him a chance to play a villain scaring ordinary people and see if he gets more enthusiastic."

"It's more likely to be neither one thing nor the other."

"Once it's neither one thing nor the other, it starts getting more and more enthusiastic!"

"..."

"You've gone silent," Sai Luo proudly pointed his index finger at him, "you've got a picture in your head, right?"

"Sorry to interrupt your increasingly cheerful chat," suddenly Holohaiya's voice came through the terminal screen, "Time's up—should we pay attention to what monster Gui She will summon next?"

"Indeed." Under the enormous sound wave surging to the clouds, Aomo glanced down at the field where the athletes' demonstration segment was beginning.

"Holohaiya, how's your side?"

In the work state that starts pursuing efficiency, honorifics and titles are unnecessary baggage.

"The officials' IP addresses keep changing, but the network speed hasn't shifted at all—there's no sign of deployment." Holohaiya said concisely.

She even dropped her usual rhythmic intonation.

"Quite patient, keep watching."

Aomo said, reaching into his left sleeve that couldn't hide any weapon with his right hand, and pulled out a Beta Magic Blade.

"The verification step of inference and prediction always tests patience."

Let's see whose patience is better, theirs or ours~.

Exactly so.