Chapter 1591: NO. 205: You don't get it, huh.jpg

NO. 205: You don't get it, huh. jpg

Looks like everyone is very active.

?

When Xizaki Feng found Aomo's whereabouts in the meeting room and sat down beside him, he heard him say something as if talking to himself, his fingers still resting in midair.

This kind of poking at the air, which transmigrators like Bi Ze and Xin Tiao Qian would complain about over and over, seemed utterly ordinary to natives like Xizaki Feng.

It's just operating a terminal, that's all.

Nowadays people are used to turning on a private mode; without skills like a cyber hacker, you can't see what they're doing, so at times like this, a random out-of-the-blue remark makes Xizaki Feng suspect this person is chatting with online friends.

So, to avoid attracting the other person's gaze of a "god-necessary" person, he held back and didn't make a sound.

After holding it for several seconds, he then saw the other person's finger swipe again, and a quickly appearing screen was pushed over, its angle adjusted by him.

Any thoughts?

Huh?

Just as he was responding to coworkers who had greeted him and left their seats, Xizaki Feng turned his head upon hearing that, and saw a news headline far larger than the regular text size, almost filling the entire page.

Abnormal? An inter-dimensional ray suddenly appears 60 light-years away in the Heaven-Outside-Heaven Passage, the rift shadow resembling Demon God Zero!

He froze for a few seconds, then realized, and the senior's expression shifted from surprise to a smug, smirky look.

What thoughts? Want to hear me praise you for being awesome?

May 9, 12:40 PM, which is the report from half an hour ago.

For this occasionally off‑tune and unreliable senior, Aomo could already skip the complaining and go straight to the point the senior hadn't realized: 'Not to mention the Gaoyue Prize, even the Spring Tarla Prize passed fourteen days ago—this news is already old.'

"Out‑dated news? It's not strange for media to hype things up once in a while," Xizaki Feng, still unaware of the issue, waved his hand, "Last month it was just because there was both the Gaoyue Prize and the Spring Tarla, the layout didn't leave any space for others—you, as the trainer of those two girls, know that better than anyone~"

Not the same.

He pulled the light screen back into place; Aomo didn't mind his slowness, merely dragging the screen further to explain: 'Precisely because Aizhi won the Gaoyue and Sirius won the Spring Tarla, as their fame grows, my related topics are brought up at the same time.'

Has any other news been reported earlier?

Xizaki Feng leaned in, looking at Aomo's screen that hadn't been swiped back to private mode, and happened to see the illustration of the demon‑god pose.

Then came the illustration of Demon God Zero.

He remembered that this was the original photo from the dark‑faction design voting website.

Although it's indeed not hard to look up the connection, seeing it in the official news column still gave him a subtle sense of dissonance, making him wonder how the person involved would react.

However, the person involved showed no reaction on their face; after hearing his words, they even tapped the screen, opening a side‑by‑side window to show him the rows of screens packed as densely as those in the Terrasen control center.

43 official‑nature news websites all released their news one after another at 7 a. m. today.

"And the private‑nature ones?" Not knowing whether this number is the total here, Xizaki Feng subconsciously tried to count but got dizzy, so he just gave up.

"There are 589 private‑nature ones that can be directly checked, among which 16 ports got a head start, but the earliest was only four days ahead."

"Only four days ahead?" Xizaki Feng pondered.

"That means it's been controlled straight from the source all the way to now—from eyewitnesses to surveillance satellites to on‑site blockades… So that's what you initially sighed about."

Just thinking about the scale of this phenomenon's workload, he finally realized the other person's initial sigh.

Who do you think did it?

It definitely shouldn't be the Chasers of Light Club; they wouldn't dare to stick their heads out at that time.

Even if that's the case, they also threw out traces of Shimali's past few malicious competitions to confuse everyone.

"Who knows they could be that stupid? I followed the traces for three days and busted another nest—it's really a shame you didn't come. You haven't even seen the Carrot Knight in action yet, have you?"

"The disheartened horse girls and those preparing for a new race—I was just as busy back then as you are now."

"Well, stuck between the Gaoyue Prize and the Spring Tarla Prize, there really was nothing to do." Xizaki Feng sighed, raised his hand and waved it, acknowledging another batch of coworkers' greetings.

As a Jidong‑style academy, Xizaki Feng's status—having both seniority and achievements, moreover a well‑known trainer—meant that old and new folks alike would actively come to say hello, refreshing their friendship's shelf life.

In the aftermath of the inevitable classic school meeting for this education profession, the colleague density in this small spot was maxed out, making Xizaki Feng under these conditions no different from a magnet.

Of course, Aomo Lindun's treatment wasn't bad either.

Especially these past few months, the topic heat hasn't dropped at all, so much so that when Xizaki Feng first saw him pull up the news, he thought this person had come to his place to act as a fishing‑boat‑type poser—'How do you know I'm trending again?'

Aomo doesn't make that joke often, but in the past half month he's indeed dropped into the chat room twice, and those two times left a deep impression on him.

But because he had been sitting on the inner side from the start, when Xizaki Feng came over after the meeting and took the outer seat, he was ruthlessly used as a human shield against greetings—or, more accurately, as a filter.

After all, Xizaki Feng can only block unfamiliar coworkers; once acquainted, even if separated by a person they'll still say hello. At this point, the deed of Aomo being praised by the chairman at the earlier meeting is the handiest topic.

But matters have priorities; facing the 'news' he had finally waited over ten days for, the light‑hearted banter kicked off by the chairman's encouragement was obviously going to be brushed aside.

So after four successive interruptions, he finally stood up and asked Xizaki Feng whether they should change venues to talk.

Actually I'd rather ask why you looked for me.

In the Ophiuchus Squad activity room twenty seconds later, Xizaki Feng, having caught a shuttle, sat down and asked Aomo, who was bustling between the coffee machine and the small cabinet.

No Chazuo filling in, no Suzi yin‑yang, no Aizhi cold remarks, no Bourbon idle.

Not even Qianming, who always refreshes for some inexplicable reason, nor Sirius, were present.

But this is perfectly reasonable; Xizaki Feng doesn't find it strange. Although not all horse girls choose to nap in the early afternoon, the two teams under Aomo's command inevitably end up doing so.

Because in May there is the second battle of the Classic Triple Crown.

Jidong Derby.

Also the second battle of the Dream Cup.

Dream Cup Mid‑Season Race.

At the moment when Sirius symbolically secured the Spring Tarla Prize, achieving two wins in three battles of the Spring Gu Ma and thereby qualifying through the qualifiers, both the under‑age and over‑age groups each had their own monthly battlefield to prepare for.

This time's preparations had been discussed by Xizaki Feng together with other coworkers in the chat room.

In that discussion, he heard Aomo say they planned to follow the mainstream and not consider last‑minute cramming.

Although that could also be a scheming sneak‑artist releasing smoke bombs in public to confuse everyone, seeing the empty activity room now, Xizaki Feng still wants to believe he truly intends to lower the girls' training intensity and maintain their condition.

Eating well, drinking well, sleeping well, plus just enough training to maintain their physical condition and running state—that's what horse girls often look like two weeks before a race.

But trainers at times like these still can't put their minds at ease.

Because reality is reality, and expectation is expectation.

You let them eat well, drink well, sleep well, but they might still end up insomnia ah, sickness ah, poor mood, lack of focus, getting hurt ah……

Accidents always come in many forms.

For some especially cautious trainers, the period before a race might even be more agonizing than for the horse girls, and they're more prone to insomnia.

Xi Qi Feng Ben had come over intending to share some veteran experience and offer some advice, but……

As a result, this guy was still the same old.