Chapter 1431: NO. 47: Li Zaigan Shenmo

NO. 47: Li Zaigan Shenmo

At the start of March, the start of spring, the start of the semester, everything is still not too late.

Even if some newcomers attending their first party are already talking big about crises, regrets, and grudges under the influence of alcohol, it's ultimately just temporary chatter.

Trainers who were asked by the horse girls to terminate contracts naturally have as many as they need at the start of the semester.

Those who failed to meet initial goals, felt inadequate, or even split up just because they seemed compatible at first glance but found their personalities clashing the next day—such combinations are a dime a dozen.

Starting over is naturally not too late; the central limit for new trainers is two weeks, and now only three days have passed, so the seniors each find it a bit funny, yet inevitably recall their own early days.

Having experienced it or seen similar scenes among their peers, they can also draw on a few bits of the elders' mature demeanor to encourage and comfort, while mentioning some particularly conspicuous 'rookies' of the current batch.

Why put quotation marks around 'rookie'?

When Aomo Lindun heard his name mixed into a distant conversation, he himself couldn't help but raise a question mark, and then he met Nishizaki Yutaka's teasing gaze.

It wasn't the first time; the other party yesterday had already emphasized the fact that they were of the same batch as these newcomers.

Even he himself had indisputably become something like a top student.

Truly, things remain but people have changed.

Six months ago he was still seen as 'someone who got in through the back door,' four months ago he was judged as 'skilled at bewitching people's hearts,' and up to two months ago he was still regarded as 'the most heretical of evil ways,' but now he is instead greeted with countless friendly, expectant looks, and even a few gestures of respect.

It bears a fair resemblance to the Napoleon joke Bi Ze mentioned.

Although he initially ignored public opinion, believing performance would change everything, the fickleness of worldly affairs still exceeded his expectations.

The result was that his achievements had not yet become substantial, yet he had already prematurely welcomed a shift in public opinion.

The reasons are manifold, but the main one is that the high‑level socializing he initially couldn't be bothered to think about has now proved very useful.

Now this high‑level networking continues to work, bringing him several seniors and colleagues with 'scion of a family,' 'entrepreneur background,' etc., thus nicely filling a gap in his information network.

Former Aomo Lindun could recount countless details about past and present horse girls, but the trainer side wasn't so smooth—yet this wasn't due to any gender or ethnic bias on his part.

It's simply because trainers' popularity rarely matches that of the horse girls, and their fan numbers are hardly comparable.

Yes, in fact, the demon's big‑data‑capture‑type intelligence network relies heavily on the target's fan count.

If the other party's fan base isn't large enough and discussion heat isn't high, the amount of usable information that can be filtered out becomes ever smaller.

This is the limit of relying solely on the gray‑area of the internet; if one doesn't intentionally step into the black‑area or plan to get close, it's no surprise the intelligence network has gaps.

Aomo did care a bit about this, but not overly so, since the eventual race outcome is ultimately decided by the horse girls themselves; as long as one knows the horse girls well, the trainer‑side information isn't that important.

Right now this added touch is actually not bad.

Although he still has no hard need to write pieces about those coworkers and seniors, the unlicensed quack's confession room still requires some visitors.

If these visitors can not only vent their training worries but also reveal clues from the police and political circles, then this added touch becomes even more splendid.

But Aomo ultimately has some blind spots right under his nose.

In his rather far‑reaching daydreams, the only thing absent is anything about Biquete; thus when a colleague mentions her, Aomo is somewhat taken aback.

As for her blatantly straightforward remarks that clearly cater to his tastes, he didn't fail to respond positively; over the past two months he's grown accustomed to dual‑track, even multi‑track thinking in such social settings.

Greetings, light banter, and exchanges that revolve around each person's topics do not hinder him from simultaneously dissecting and analyzing information in his mind.

At the same time, he continues to pay attention to information related to Biquete.

While maintaining a tacit, subtle cold war of no contact between the two sides, Aomo does rely on Sai and Ling to learn a bit about Shihuai Ya's recent situation, but naturally he does not go into detail.

Information about the Witch Beast Corps' capture and the recent status of the Teqiju also cannot escape this vagueness, since the Teqiju itself is a law‑enforcement agency with some confidentiality, and its news mostly revolves around its achievements.

Individual identities are mostly kept vague; even the straightforward designations of the director and deputy director rarely appear.

Under these circumstances, useful information is limited to its achievements themselves and the analytical significance regarding the illegal criminal organizations involved.

To analyze this, one also needs sufficient understanding of the department's recent situation and the gray‑black zones of the boundary area.

The demon is still striving.

At this point when the results of his efforts are still not obvious, he naturally feels a bit curious, though he inevitably has to leave it for later.

Because Miss JunChuan JiangSheng and Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan have arrived.

When these two, who are rarely seen in the usual team‑building, show up, the trainers who were each chatting in their own circles naturally gather around.

Amid the cacophony of greetings, even the Jidong trainers who usually place excessive importance on etiquette couldn't stay patient and still.

Just looking at each of them, fiery and extremely friendly, it's hard to imagine that these people usually complain in chat rooms and behind the scenes about the chairman's whimsical ideas and the Green Demon's strict demands.

Some slower newcomers even stare at the elders' performance, dazed, their eyes filled with a sense of 'being betrayed.'

They also turn their heads to look at Aomo, who stays in place like them, their eyes conveying a 'look at them!' accusatory tone.

？

Too hasty, Aomo thought.

The racing careers of the new generation have only just begun—who will truly ride the wind and waves, who will sink into the abyss, still unknown—so why start by already accepting the seniors' anointing and acknowledging a leader?

He straightforwardly ignored those gazes, which were hardly many to begin with, didn't join the noisy crowd, merely lowered his head slightly, activated the light screen, and sent a message to Ling's account:

【How do you feel?】

【Short Poem Long Dream: Very exciting!】

【Yuehuanshe：？】

How did it become so exciting?

While asking, Aomo naturally wondered what Ling would reply, but where did this excitement come from?

Fortunately he just threw out a question mark, and the other side immediately laid out the reasons for their evaluation:

【Short Poem Long Dream: They each fell asleep, I thought about it a bit, and then linked their dreams together】

【Yuehuanshe：？】

He didn't have time to develop a hypothesis from the puzzlement over these two sleeping so early; first he was stunned by his girlfriend's pure green skin.

What kind of thinking would make him want to link into one dream those two people separated by two dormitory areas?

【Yuehuanshe：What's the result?】

【Short poem, long dream: What was that called again? Cthulhu?

Cthulhu versus Carmilla, are these the two names?

Heaven collapses, earth splits, thunder rises, how exciting!