Chapter 1393: with translation of chapter title
NO.9:It is very applicable here.
In this world there is a kind of common sense, called unless this industry eventually reaches its end and already lacks vitality; otherwise the development of an industry will inevitably become more and more involuted as time progresses.
This involution is reflected not only in results, but also in all the preparations made to achieve those results.
Talent, determination, perseverance, and the training process driven by them— to surpass others' results, one must possess more than one outstanding excellence.
And what is the foundation of all this?
It is an abnormal mentality.
It is the poison of dreams deeply hidden in the soul.
Through countless rituals named legends pulling, it gradually spreads throughout the whole self; only when one comes to their senses do they realize they can no longer break free from that thirst that has seeped into the bone marrow.
When you have achieved everything, you naturally enjoy splendid satisfaction, but whether you can then stay on the right path remains unknown.
There will always be some people deeply attracted by that fleeting blossom; after climbing one mountain they will think of higher mountains, until their legs can no longer support further ascent.
Such an ending may not be called wonderful, but for those who have not yet achieved all that and are still at the initial climbing stage, even the feelings after reaching the summit are too Versailles-like.
They neither understand nor want to understand.
Rather than plug their ears, they persist in the obsession to climb; that is precisely why they come to the central.
Reality is exactly so.
If one wants fame, wealth, and a bright future, Difangteleisen can also satisfy these goals; its upper limit is GII races, its lower limit is OP and some private races, suitable for practitioners who have desire and are quite rational.
The horse racing industry has developed to this point, and it has never been the case that only the top tier can eat meat and drink soup.
Mid- and lower-tier athletes also have their own way of living, and can even live more freely and unrestrained than the top tier—as long as you can satisfy.
Satisfied with one's own limits, satisfied with present achievements.
The life of a horse girl is not just racing, and a trainer's life is not just training; but limited by age, race, and upbringing, the number of 'awakenings' among the latter group is always greater than the former, and thus the total number of central trainers never rises high.
Or after weighing costs and gains, failing to achieve higher confidence, or simply being struck by too many failures and realizing reality, local trainers who have no intention of taking the central exam are always abundant.
Even among those who have passed to become central trainers, there exists a small subset of cases: 'I myself had no such intention, but the horse girl I am responsible for passed the review and entered central, so I also had to take the central exam.'
This is a small portion; this 'small portion' is not only a small fraction of the central trainer group, but also a small fraction of the local trainers.
——Some trainers will simply let go.
——Some trainers want to take the exam but lack the ability.
The examination threshold for central trainers is also an old topic; although Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan lowered some professional knowledge review standards in the second half of last year and strengthened conduct requirements, causing the number of newly hired trainers to increase nearly fivefold compared to the previous term, yet this original threefold number, when compared to the total number of trainers at all Difangteleisen branches, remains a rather pitiful proportion.
Although from another angle this could be seen as still consolidating the value of the central trainer position, for Aomo, who rarely hears anyone marvel at the profession nearby, this value truly feels insubstantial.
On the contrary, suddenly having several hundred new observation samples, the convenience of being able to observe them directly on site made him feel somewhat moved.
Thinking back to the past, he could only rely on internet information to confirm the image of central trainers, only rely on fragmented data to piece together a relatively credible personality model, then deduce the style and route of the horse girls they train, and afterwards still have to endure the hardship of frequent corrections……
Nowadays this can also be considered a case of hardship turning to sweetness.
However, the past him would understand these things, but only out of the need to predict win rates for the current horse girls.
And as a horse girl enthusiast, attempting to grasp information by single-mindedly supporting each one.
Ultimately it is merely the motive of a hobby, which naturally differs from today's work demands.
Now Aomo views those who are two or seven months behind him as a kind of 'their trained horse girls will soon be on the same track as the girls under me' vigilance, even though this 'soon' is actually quite far off.
——Under the usual process, a horse girl's debut requires starting from zero to accumulate fans and prize money, beginning from OP-level races; for central horse girls the average is four months, while for local horse girls the average record is one year and two months.
To be frank, the latter has already been working very hard.
After all, under the premise that Difangteleisen does no selection, the statistics themselves are quite exaggerated.
Inside are mixed many who have one win in two attempts, or even zero wins in two attempts and are sent away directly.
It relies entirely on some raw gems that could be recommended to central but narrowly missed, who strive with astonishing results to raise the average.
How astonishing is it? Roughly comparable to those few under Aomo.
Some come with their own popularity and can aim for G1 right from the start; some are pulled by the trainer's popularity, heading straight to G1 after just a few races; now they are all horse girls of the 'moderately accomplished' type, each possessing a decisive outfit, and they all sign up directly for the first leg of the Triple Crown Hua Championship, the Sakura Sho (before April) and the first leg of the Classic Triple Crown, the Gaoyue Prize.
At first glance it seems impressive, but actually they are all overshadowed by the predecessors' style, just like the classmate Cao Shangfei who once met Aomo in the dojo and was once called the 11-year Maruzen Ski.
Although the fans mean no harm, they indeed make newcomers live as shadows of the old-timers.
Such things are very common in this circle, so common that the parties involved usually have no temper; chasing the youthful idol they admired and standing shoulder to shoulder in address is itself a kind of satisfaction, and even setting that aside, being called a former hero is also a form of recognition.
——Girls with good personalities usually think this way.
But those with dark minds will sigh over it.
Because its very existence reflects another common psychology in the industry: a yearning to witness legends, to bear witness to history.
This makes many people forever remember the former figures, and thereafter when they look at runners who have taken the same path, they all see only that similar silhouette.
This is basically human nature, yet outside of this common feeling there often lies an extreme, as exemplified by the Light-Chasing Club joined by Nishizaki trainer's ex-girlfriend (the person denies being an ex, but Aomo paid no heed), which is filled with various extremists supporting the horse girl cause in their own ways.
Online violence and threats have long been rumors; attack-related matters are new content learned only from the present opportunity.
But even so, Aomo is quite clear that he is not a policeman.
In the situation where no one has issued a commission and that organization is also being watched by the Carrot Rabbit Squad, he has no need to squeeze time amid his busyness to conduct an investigation.
The person who should be most anxious is Nishizaki Yutaka.
He did not seek help, so Aomo naturally only acted as a listener—and then in less than a day he heard five trainers mention that organization in their confessions.
"The frequency is so high it makes one furrow their brows, right?"
The next day in the activity room, Aomo, who had sent off trainer Mitada Ayaka, turned his head and looked at the horse girl burying her head in the test bench.
And Sai Luo, who was still pondering on the sofa.
"I'm even more curious what business you've launched again, Guinea Pig‑kun."
Sai Luo did not speak, but Suzi picked up the dropper and put it back, turned his head to look at him and the four cups on the table.
The outsiders coming to the activity room are truly growing more and more, and they have begun to disregard gender.
"A kind of business that lets information flow naturally to this point and effectively improves interpersonal development within the school, I call it unlicensed quack doctor, psychological edition."
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