Chapter 1624: NO．238: Damn it, how did the match turn out like this!

NO．238: Damn it, how did the match turn out like this!

There are cult members in this Saichang.

Unexpectedly, Shou Zhi Wang, whose gaze was still on Saichang, spoke up—already smooth and fluent, no longer with weird pauses.

That's not really strange.

Beside him, little Ma Jie Ba Sa replied, her purple-tinted eyes likewise looking down over everything below, though she occasionally shifted her gaze, indeed paying attention to more than one direction.

I'd say, even if it's just for you, they should send a monitoring team.

I don't think they have the ability to monitor me.

Even if you use the power of monsters? Is it hard to trace the source of your monster concept?

It would be very vague.

Just not giving a 'can't do it' answer is enough—do you really think they have the guts to grasp your situation?

... Indeed, but don't you care?

Care about what? You'll point out their positions one by one? Not likely.

……

So just focus on the match; I'm handling those bugs too—no need to let it affect your mood.

I'm already handling it……

That's indeed not necessary to mention again.

Shou Zhi Wang naturally trusts Aomo's efficiency, but to say he's focused on the match… his gaze has indeed been on Saichang all along, and now it's turned over.

Any explanation?

?

Those words really rang true, even making that little monster turn its head.

What explanation? You're not asking about the match explanation, are you?

Any problems?

Ma Jie Ba Sa raised her left wing, pointing at the projection of the host's seat on the distant platform: 'Isn't there a host there?'

Can you understand what he's saying?

... Indeed.

This person answered with full confidence, leaving Aomo speechless.

After all, the reality is that even if those two commentators regrouped, anyone truly listening couldn't forget their earlier performance that deserved a pay cut:

One second they were saying Leng Xiao Yin Guang was ahead, the next they said Qi Yu An Meng was catching up swiftly, then they said Le Yuan Zhui Fang was ahead, and at the same time the order of the originally third, fourth, and fifth horse girls, who were neck‑and‑neck, kept switching—when these contents were rattled off at breakneck speed, the result was a totally chaotic commentary.

To be honest, there's no need to chase such a perfect commentary experience.

Even though Saichang now is full of lightning‑fast reversals in the blink of an eye, full of remarks that professionals don't point out, tiny moves that ordinary spectators hardly notice or understand, yet you're expected to sync and explain them all within a dozen seconds—this is nothing but a luxury.

Those who could come to the GI Race commentary booth should ideally be professional and veteran, but Aomo can only chalk it up to some personal pursuit.

But even saying that……

That feeling really is like 'right, right, right, wrong, wrong, wrong, right, right?'—hard to enact, and for a while quite a few spectators in the stands voiced doubt, Shou Zhi Wang included.

But even so, Aomo never thought this guy would need commentary.

Rather than being surprised that they don't understand, it's more surprising that they're so earnest.

After all, he really didn't expect them to spot any professional nuances, and telling them to focus on the match was just a brush‑off like 'go watch your video' or 'go do your work'.

Who would have thought the other side actually intended to 'work'.

But if one really wanted to comment on the present, setting aside the odd insistence of the official host and commentators, Aomo could sum it up in unusually brief words.

Basically, it's all messed up.

——

He slightly lowered his finger on the screen, tilting his attention more noticeably toward the tightly packed middle‑rear horse group.

It's been like this from the first kilometer—everyone just tossed out their tactics and running rhythm.

This is more like pure race walking. Qie Lie Ni Na said lightly.

It's practically a samurai showdown! Xin Tiao Xi said cheerfully.

She always holds that samurai image in especially high regard.

But this way, Bo Pang should win easily. Huo Er Hai Ya, resting her cheek on her hand, also joined the conversation.

Nothing could stop her," Yi Sha Ma La… or that composed, serious demeanor could also be called the girl Si Ka Di, who said, "Even this rain is the same."

But……

Uttering a word that signals a turnabout instantly draws the gaze of those who agree.

Especially when Xin Tiao Xi and Ling in front turn their heads, it adds extra pressure on the speaking He.

He's voice dropped a few degrees at once, he slightly shrank his neck, and then belatedly raised his hands a bit.

But I've heard there are also some hindrance skills that can be unleashed directly at the person in front.

That's right.

That answer was undoubtedly a boost for the probing question; receiving more gazes let He relax his breath, Aomo, but then he poked at the air and said: 'Such a Three Goddesses Skill not only exists, it will definitely appear on this Saichang, after all…'

When he said that, even Xiao Xi, who originally knew nothing about horse‑racing, immediately straightened up, crossed her arms, and interjected: 'After all, Bourbon Sauce never thought of changing her running style.'

Leading run is a style that lets you stay at the front, best showing a horse girl's strength.

When you're at the front, you lose the markers that other horse‑running styles have—namely, other horse girls.

On this endless‑looking Saichang, there have always been many horse girls who've lost themselves and can't find direction.

And such horse girls will choose to go ahead, to chase, to make up ground.

Those wise choices let them only need to make the no‑brain decision when they enter the final lap and can see the finish line at a glance.

And for those like them, that beacon which always occupies the forefront of the field of vision shines like a lighthouse in the darkness.

It is simply unparalleled radiance, so glaring that one wants to avoid it, dragging out a long, narrow shadow behind.

That shadow is narrating, whispering, urging the intensification of your avoidance, and it instantly makes you recall the strategy you have been discussing these days with the trainer.

It causes the dark impurities accumulated in all that discontent to coalesce into a familiar outline, and it makes that outline urge you to let go of that composure, shaky as it was, that you had already internalized from the trainer's teachings.

At that moment, you will discover that the outline is exactly yourself.

Also at that moment, your body, which was already exerting its full effort, will act even faster than thought.

Then, in the next moment.

That step will tread a different atmosphere, stirring up an extraordinary turbid flow.

The red light that most conspicuously displays aggression in the Three Goddesses Skill Tree will also henceforth flicker, gathering together in turn, heading toward that most dazzling, blinding radiance!

""

"It's just like how the older sister was back then."

Somewhere in the stands, a certain Miss Xiaoguang, who was brought along by her aunt to watch the race together, murmured softly, and this, too, could not escape the horse ears of their clan, which are identical in hearing to those of horse girls.

"Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have brought you to watch this match, Maria, clearly the previous few matches I watched weren't like this..."

Clearly, I was looking at that atmosphere which, compared to the hometown's competition events, is purer and more direct, and therefore I specially called in the favor of my horse‑girl friend to get two on‑site tickets, hoping to nurture my niece a little—how did it turn out like this?

How did the originally wholehearted, relatively fair competition turn out like this!