Chapter 1442: with translation of chapter title

NO. 58: She is just stubborn.

To be honest, this is not actually a difficult problem.

Simply handling the impact of a celebrity scandal, hiring some self-media organizations can easily resolve it, but besides that one also has to bear the risk of encountering unsavory people—given the stature of a certain well-known trainer, the stance and tone of self-media organizations cannot be guaranteed.

From being talented at a young age to becoming a household name, Xi Qifeng had already become a leading figure in the trainer world before turning 30; as a trainer, his influence is no less than that of the horse girls under his command who have already achieved success.

Even the rapidly rising junior Aomo Lindun finds it difficult to threaten his position in the popularity sphere.

Young, handsome, and the fact that he was still single when setting the promotional tone all made his development path resemble that of the horse girls.

Horse girls are a female idol path of Jidong style, so he naturally could also take the development route of a male idol star.

The moniker 'Prince Trainer' arose from this, and among his diverse fan base, female fans make up a full seventy percent.

Under the trend where many trainers marry horse girls, the 'handsome trainer who does not date horse girls' stands out as a paragon of purity.

It's hard to say how many 'dream girls' are mixed in here, but one cannot deny that their presence effectively boosts promotional power.

For such a group, the few screens drawn by Zhouri Ningjing are enough to shake them.

Even if...

The content therein hasn't even reached the level of indecent photos, let alone a large scale.

"Perhaps you don't need me to speak for you; you yourselves can contact those three."

Seeing the AI Baiyer Turkey in the screen give a military salute, Aomo likewise returned an imitation about eighty percent similar, then immediately swiped open the screen floating beside her.

Inside is a schedule, each line marked with a different URL and a brief description of the content within that URL.

Photos, videos, fabricated audio... the strong recognition ability of powerful AI goes without saying; each time seeing their three's performance, Aomo wants to point at them and tell the Witch Beast, 'Change me.'

But that's just a thought.

Action is an impossible action—it's neither realistic nor easy to avoid being pointed at by the Belerstal Beast's 'lotus root'.

Besides the recent busyness, I also asked her to work overtime together, and only after agreeing to several of the other party's demands did things calm down—whether it's data package upgrades or digital beast enhancements, in short, it's all about visiting the Moyu Office to get a connection; aside from simply strolling Data Street, everything else is a hassle.

Having achieved this with such difficulty, Aomo naturally won't seek unhappiness.

Only occasionally, I can't help but reflect whether these women around me have reached some new tacit understanding.

This constantly raises conditions, always inevitably involves accompanying sessions, and doesn't mind putting the date on future negotiations, having become a schedule occupancy no different from work, making his leisure time ever tighter.

It always makes Bi Ze shake his head, looking pityingly as he says something like 'you're signing a treaty of surrender and humiliation,' which always prompts Aomo to kick him.

Just leaving idle chatter aside, Aomo also did not resent his own digital partner, who had learned to set conditions, merely because the assistance of the three AI goddesses seemed gratuitous.

After all, it's merely like being gratuitous.

Actually, it's not.

Actually, whenever he asks those three for help, he picks matters pertaining to horse girls and the trainer domain.

This is also within the design responsibilities of those three.

To protect and assist in raising horse girls, and by extension also include their raisers, Aomo spotted this point and thus directly summoned the three AI goddesses for help.

Just having said that——

——It's not surprising that Zhouri Ningjing isn't familiar with the three AI goddesses; seeing her hot temper, Aomo feels she wouldn't have had any interaction with the AI goddess when she studied at Central back then, and in fact even now, few students in this cohort have a close relationship with the three AI goddesses.

More often, they are just connections where they exchange a few greetings in AR rooms or VR test sites.

But——Xi Qifeng is different.

Whether as an informed party of the Carrot Knight or as an outstanding socialite among contemporary trainer leaders, he counts as an acquaintance of the three AI goddesses.

And in the field of public relations maintenance, his stature level is basically old hat; he shouldn't truly be like a headless fly encountering a setback, running to find a new junior who's been on the job less than a year.

"This matter isn't solved just by dealing with some flies."

Zhouri Ningjing, who subtly followed the other's train of thought without realizing it, merely squatted before the small fridge, pulled out a can of iced cola, stood up, turned back, and looked at him with utter disdain.

"At most we can say it's one-fourth."

"However, my work lies within this one-fourth; since I've handled it, I should be leaving."

"Can you really leave?" Aomo asked.

"What do you mean?" Zhouri Ningjing, pulling the tab, frowned, looking at the guy sprawled on the sofa like a wreck.

"Just an irresponsible guess, a speculation, thinking that since your department would let you come over at this juncture to handle such a trivial matter, then——"

"Don't meddle in this side's affairs! Focus on your work!"

"That's indeed the principle."

"What do you mean 'that's indeed the principle'? Train Chazuo well! I want to see her win in a month!"

"I also want to see it, everyone wants to see it," Aomo said without turning his head, continuing to stare at the light screen before him, raising his index finger unilaterally and wiggling it, "But to see such a scene, we probably need to promptly deal with this problem hindering training work."

"That's your problem! What does it have to do with me? I still need to go back and work overtime; fix the light screen for me, I'm leaving first!"

Having said that, she immediately turned herself and her drink into a swiftly moving black mist, diving straight into the screen before the demon, and vanished completely within three seconds.

……

"Uh… should I explain the remaining three-fourths?"

Xi Qifeng quietly watched all this unfold, and in this brief silence he spoke, the two clasped hands rubbing somewhat awkwardly.

"Not necessary."

Aomo sighed, moved the light screen aside, and pushed himself up from the sofa with both palms.

"Not necessary?"

"What's there to say?" The demon who had risen tossed the empty drink can toward the trash bin at the table's edge, then promptly summoned the snake-patterned bracelet he often took off in the activity room.

"Being secretly photographed and reported while contacting my ex-girlfriend either means I'm being counter-surveilled or I've obtained some key intel; next I need to act with Sai Luo, perhaps even bringing you along."

He turned his head to look at Xi Qifeng.

If it were to bring him along, communication with the ex-girlfriend would likely be not smooth, requiring further investigation.

He leaned toward the latter.

After all, in the screens displayed in Zhouri Ningjing, the communication between former lovers looked like intimate contact that could be made much of at first glance, but actually only gave Aomo a sense of tension.

"Um… then, then take me with you."

As expected, Xiqí Feng's dry answer also bore out the guess, prompting him to silently fasten the handcuffs and also bring over the coat pulled by the mage's hand.

"Sure, we'll settle it quickly later."

"Later?" Xiqí Feng grasped the main point.

"Wait a moment now."

Aomo said, looking toward the terminal screen he had previously pushed aside, which now, also adhering to public mode, could be seen by Xiqí Feng.

There, the file window remained unchanged, unchanged for five seconds.

Five seconds later, Hei'an surged forth, seeping through the screen, and immediately coalesced into the outline of a horse girl beside him.

"Damn it! Why am I actually being sent back! Weren't they supposed to have me handle the case of the trainer killed in Canaan District!?"

That irritable tone remained just as self‑evident.