Chapter 1451: NO．67: Earth Snake Hides the Night Soul

NO．67: Earth Snake Hides the Night Soul

Perhaps...

To speak bluntly, even mentioning the Heaven Gate City's fluctuations—this kind of Heaven Gate City's specialty—is in itself a mistake...

Fastening the seatbelt on the only seat in the back row, Aomo, while sideways checking the operational status of the ejection survival device that was actually useless, also did this 'self-reflection'.

To be frank, although he had gathered information on Tianlang Xingxiang, and had, two months prior, bothered the Witch Beast again because of signing her, letting her together with the other girls' information be bundled and collected for an information update——

He still wasn't clear about what kind of experiences the wild and unruly horse girl had specifically undergone in Heaven Gate City.

One rather awkward point is that even a skilled housewife cannot cook without rice.

Even if Heaven Gate City's information is too abundant and chaotic, he doesn't mind the heavy workload of filtering out a person's data; he has several mechanical monster cards on hand just for that purpose.

But if those information nests simply have no relevant data, what good is it for him to be able to filter them?

The smaller the place, the higher the competition intensity, and the narrower the associated public discourse; Aomo's few main sources of data all come from those few races that Tianlang Xingxiang won, and in the few rounds where she lost, the amount of her related information shows a cliff-like drop.

Even the fan circle is like that!

Rapidly losing activity, rapidly losing fan numbers while simultaneously turning into zombie fans—the kind who forgot to unfollow.

This is also something that most of the horse girls who expedition to the outer world can only complain about anonymously: the fan stickiness on the extraterrestrial racecourse is really too low.

So low it's almost nonexistent; almost all are there to worship strength rather than coming for you as a person.

The result of this phenomenon is that once you start losing, once you lose a few times, everything you've accumulated will collapse especially fast, including popularity.

Quite bizarre.

Usually speaking, even losers ought to have some talking points.

Especially those who were once high and mighty losers; after defeat they ought to have a short-term explosion of negative talking points.

But the data statistics say otherwise.

One failure is a considerable blow, a second failure a major blow, and a third failure heads straight for defeat—Tianlang Xingxiang is exactly able to come back from such a harsh environment, still maintaining that unruly and untamed demeanor, letting Aomo be willing to believe in her stress resistance.

And also have some expectations for her mindset adjustment ability.

The results of the previous test and this test, actually both deserve an excellent rating.

Although today's Tianlang Xingxiang can also see plenty of complaints, the smoothness of following the plan still lets Aomo humbly strip away a few layers of his own scheming merits and look more favorably upon the other's awareness.

His tough demeanor when about to board the space shuttle also gave him a bit of astonishment, and his evaluation rose slightly as well.

As for this persistence right now……

This instead left the Demon Trainer somewhat unable to see clearly.

Perhaps this is another manifestation of the horse girl's spirit.

But it might also be that 'Heaven Gate City' evoked some of her past feelings, stimulating her.

After all, Heaven Gate City is indeed an excellent travel destination, but as a battlefield in the horse racing domain it can only be called a Shura field in the original sense.

Unless one is born a battle maniac, it's hard to find enjoyment in it.

The possibility of leaving a psychological shadow is actually quite high.

Many horse girls returning from there will reveal some negative feedback when talking about that place, and these feedbacks are exactly why Aomo, in his current review, suspects he made a mistake.

It's hard to say whether Tianlang Xingxiang at this moment is just throwing a tantrum on impulse; after all, in Aomo's eyes she lacks a top-tier example, and each time her seemingly somewhat crazy actions show traces of rationality, resembling a performance more than a rampage, and even once relying on that performance she actually shattered the situation he was barely holding together.

Thinking this way, she really is a dangerous role.

But Aomo, no matter what, finds it hard to muster the gravity of facing a great enemy; he only worries about how her current stats can catch up to the other teammates' pace.

After thinking it over, it's simply the present as originally planned.

Moreover, he can't use those various banned substances that increase white values; in just over ten days, relying on her still-excellent physical quality as an adult group member to squeeze out a significant improvement, while not impossible, can be said to be giving up consideration of the latter half-year.

Neither the mid-distance nor long-distance Dream Cup can be hoped for; this is putting the cart before the horse.

After all, even if she doesn't admit it, Aomo knows who she wants to chase in the competition.

But being constrained by all these things, he can only work on the grit in this Jidong context, that is, the willpower domain in the international field.

If physical quality can't be pulled up temporarily, then pull up willpower.

Besides the well-known stress resistance, maintaining running state and the meaning of running rhythm on the racecourse itself also counts as a reverse laying of skill cultivation foundation, a basis for running technique practice.

However, the methods of willpower training are mostly person-specific, and after pondering Tianlang Xingxiang's information, Aomo ultimately decided on this very situation.

Using the mental state after exhausting the body's tempering, to challenge that hobby which he originally excelled at.

"Have you finished looking at the route speeds?"

"I've finished looking, and you really dare to think that, you kid."

"I have to emphasize, you should address me as trainer."

"What trainer would come up with this kind of training? Wanting me to perfectly reproduce the angle and speed of aerial maneuvering, planning to let me redo it several times? Is this simulated track not AI-calculated?"

"I'll take it as you praising me; this is the track I pre-drove for one round."

"You still have this ability?" The rose-red eyes that turned to look were full of astonishment, largely feeling this is more shocking than the news that the other party can play billiards.

"Having failed once, route recording isn't anything impressive."

Mainly it's just been too long since I last touched it.

If it weren't for the convenience of crystal core memory, Aomo wouldn't be sure whether he would reenact Bi Ze's situation of having gotten a driver's license in the original world but then forgetting how to drive after not touching a car for years.

But even if Aomo is this humble, it seems the other party understood it as another meaning.

"Just be proud, watch me break you once!"

"Act within your capabilities, don't forget the chairman's warning, and don't forget my emphasis when I reached out earlier."

"Last helping hand?"

"Yes, from now on I won't help you anymore."

Aomo said, while his hands also unconsciously formed a steeple with his fingers.

"So don't hold any expectation that I'll help you when something comes up."

Exactly to my liking!

The Sirius Symbol skillfully and familiarly adjusted all the meters; this demeanor, still as easy as riding a bike even without crystal core aid, inevitably made Aomo think of Rudolf.

Perhaps excellent memory is also included in the Symbolists' talent.

But the lack of a crystal core itself is a hidden danger.

Especially when Abulu had given advice.

If one hits that 26% probability, calling the trial of otherworldly soul invasion a grit‑training exercise would be somewhat over the top.

Especially when piloting a space shuttle, it's precisely a moment when a lapse of attention could make one part of a traffic accident.

If one ever reaches that point…

Leaning expressionlessly against the chairback, Aomo gazed at the Sirius Symbol, whose bulk was mostly hidden by the chairback, leaving only the scattered ends of some brown hair in view; he sighed inwardly.

Will not help you again…

Making such a basic mistake contrary to these words—having seen others do it is enough; how could it still happen to me?