Chapter 1446: NO. 62: Sai Luo, who quietly does politics in the language of the Land of Light (x

NO. 62: Sai Luo, who quietly does politics in the language of the Land of Light (x

Are you busy?

Ah? Did something already happen over at West Cape?

...? What are you thinking? How could it be that fast? It's been less than two days.

March 3, in two days it will be Chazuo's birthday (5); from there, another seven days is Aizhi's birthday (12); then one day after that is Rudolf's birthday (13); then another nine days is Bi Ze's birthday (21); five days after that is the birthday symbolizing Sirius (26).

Although Aomo, who greets Sai Luo, is merely asking if he's busy, it is actually he himself, who keeps a mental list of everyone's birthdays, who is endlessly busy considering birthday greetings and gifts.

Most gifts need to be prepared in advance, and the way they are dispatched may also require some consideration.

Although any experience feels fresh to the birthday person, because many people are being considered at the same time, the devil person somewhat hopes to come up with something novel.

To avoid having names listed in a row with the preparations copied and pasted afterward, which would look uniform and feel perfunctory.

This lets him sneak visits to many people during his busy schedule, probing them in ways that the parties involved usually find bewildering.

Although these parties are mostly puzzled and often in contact, they also haven't been able to pool their ideas to find a solution.

Just as Chazuo can exchange a few words with Aizhi about the trainers' quirks, Rudolf and Sirius might not each bring this up.

As for Bi Ze, he hardly needs to say more; he wants to stay far from the horse-girls' circle, and although at first everyone was especially concerned about the fact that he is Aomo's classmate, trying to get information about Aomo Lindun from him, they soon realized his background isn't deep either.

The time I've known Aomo is still shorter than the time I've been online friends with Xintiao Xi, and I can't even compare to the Xiangyu siblings.

Although we are fast‑made brothers who can talk about anything and even share resources, we still have some advantages in privacy of information, but Bi Ze, though he has had an alien appearance since his debut, is actually quite knowledgeable in certain specific areas.

But I can't talk with those women who are close to the brothers about the brothers'

And it's even worse to talk with them about the brothers constantly browsing erotic images and resources elsewhere…

So he ended up worthless. jpg

After a certain pink‑haired JK persistently drilled through the heart's wall, and with wolves, dragons, and sea‑related things charging forward, Bi Ze's existence value in a chat room without Aomo became even more precarious.

If it weren't for still having some ideas in counter‑subversion tactics, he would probably have been swept out long ago by the early radical management.

——Such a person not on the track, when placed in the chat room, is just diluting the purity!

Fortunately, the anonymous radical who was softened by the brothers after the banquet incident; otherwise Bi Ze would likely have been kicked out of the chat room long ago for not sending emojis when bubbling.

Moreover, there was no chance for Sai Luo to join the chat room later.

But even if Sai Luo joined the chat room, this Ultraman, though fond of gossip, suffers from being a Land of Light native with a terribly weak foundation.

He always can't keep up with the topic; even if he initiates it, he can't seize the initiative, and with so many off‑topic tangents he eventually just stays quiet, becoming a lurker.

But even in the realm of 'observation' there are differences in skill.

Likewise, both are screen‑watching, but Aomo Lindun's gaze constantly dwells on his thoughts, achieving a state where he feels he has the current situation under control, whereas Sai Luo…

The result of his screen‑watching is that he often doesn't understand what he sees.

He doesn't particularly care about this, thinking it's not worth figuring out; over time, the more he doesn't understand, the more it accumulates, and eventually he loses interest in screen‑watching altogether.

Although he isn't the least concerned about Aomo's recent situation, he really isn't clear about what Aomo has been busy with lately; upon seeing him, his mind immediately goes to their last meeting.

Just as he opens his mouth recalling their last meeting, Aomo himself feels a bit dazed.

But he reacts quickly, immediately realizing that Sai Luo is talking about the exhibition hall hiding the victimized horse‑girls, and then he puts aside his thoughts about this month's continuing, next month's endless birthday considerations, and recalls something:

"Come to think of it, those girls sent thank‑you letters; want to take a look?"

"Thank‑you letters?"

Although the concept is somewhat unfamiliar, it's not hard to grasp; Sai Luo heard it and waved his hand.

"No, no, what thanks are you talking about?"

"Really don't want?"

With several theatrical versions and a few guest‑starring TV episodes of Aomo playing in his mind, there is ample evidence to suspect that this person is feigning aloofness out of embarrassment.

"No, no!" but this person is stubborn, still waving his hands, "Instead of doing this, it'd be better to tell them to pay more attention themselves and not get caught by those guys."

"That would be somewhat difficult."

Bringing this up reminds Aomo of another matter he hadn't mentioned to Sai Luo: "In fact, there are many channels through which a person can be harmed; even if not directly abducted, there are other traps waiting for them to step into."

"Is the situation really that bad?"

Although somewhat abstract, Sai Luo understood and frowned; this is something he has seen while surfing the net, but never expected to hear from people around him.

"I want to say there isn't; in the broader environment there aren't that many ill intentions toward the horse‑girls, and things are far from being that awful, but for those horse‑girls who have encountered malice, this statement is meaningless."

The devil person rests his arms on the fence, gazing out at the scattered girls running in the training field below.

Although the trainers' styles vary, their training‑schedule planning is largely the same.

When to put the horse‑girls through high‑intensity training and when to give them time to relax— the schedule differs little and is heavily affected by well‑known competition dates.

Yes, on the days of competitions, they usually relax a lot.

This expedient arrangement counts as the trainers' orally transmitted experience‑based guidance.

High schoolers are at an age easily swayed by the larger environment, and discussions about those major competitions often relate to how many horse‑girls are performing.

They might become distracted, or excited, or listless— not always a bad effect, but the trainers tend to simply free up space to save themselves trouble.

They give the participants a chance to maintain condition, and give the non‑participants room to discuss the competitions and indulge in distraction.

This is very passive, but more often it's called a steady arrangement, common among most new trainers' caution and the habitual behavior of many veteran trainers.

Together they make up a not‑insignificant proportion, which is what creates the scene Aomo sees now.

But if you ask him where he stands, he can only say he's in the middle.

He lowered the training intensity at both ends for almost all the horse‑girls, which gave him the leeway to intercept Sai Luo on the road just now.

But he just said it was 'almost all'.

There is one horse‑girl who couldn't enjoy this leisure time with everyone at this moment; becoming the one Aomo intercepted Sai Luo for, she is also slowly waiting as a trainee.

She is also a proud, high‑spirited person of noble standing, so she naturally wouldn't arrive early; perhaps she still harbors a bit of resentment at being targeted, letting Aomo patiently wait without surprise.

Incidentally, he chats with Sai Luo about the needed mental construction.

Many conspiracies don't even need to get one's hands involved; in this world, many phenomena are inherently not ideal, and evildoers only need to fan the flames to achieve results.

Including these central horse girls?" Sai Luo asked.

Being able to notice the difference between central and local is quite good, the term 'central' can effectively increase the proportion of existence of that kind of conspiracy I just mentioned, Aomo turned his head to look at him, directly taking action is like drawing fire onto oneself; no matter what kind of backing, it's not safe, so crimes involving 'central' are often somewhat complex, often it's the mastermind behind the scenes using others' hands.

That Lu Zhas and them...

The first organization in nearly thirty years to openly attack a racetrack, truly an extraterrestrial organization coming from elsewhere, easily broke the tacit agreement that local criminals have upheld to this day.

Um… I think they probably aren't as reckless as you said; perhaps one could say they're quite organized? They're much stronger than the Four Heavenly Kings.

Indeed, they also seized a good opportunity; thirty years of silence is indeed rather long, although I wasn't born then and have no concept of it, but seeing the industry now in such a rather distorted state, such things will likely become more and more common.

Huh? Distorted? Like Bei Li Ya?

Prosperity and decline are one; the more vigorous, the more decayed; looking at it, it couldn't be more distorted.