Chapter 1655: with translation of chapter title

NO. 270: Gate entry — the opening time has arrived.

In fact, there is something that Dream Journey, eager to drive Aomo away without lifting a finger, deliberately overlooked.

That is, Aomo did not disregard the possible hidden dangers in this competition, nor did he waste time there.

First, Aomo Lindun has been maintaining multithreaded puppet control.

While Majiabasa was chattering and looking around beside Dream Journey, the little red snake and Duoerd duo were each acting on their own, not to mention the demon's true form chattering away with friends and relatives in the seats.

Second, no matter what attitude Dream Journey showed, he never felt his words were wasted.

Friends who love doing experiments should know: when you intervene in something, no matter how small the influence or how insignificant the effect, it cannot be considered a total loss.

Even if you retreat ten thousand steps, you are still eliminating one possible mistake in failure, let alone more often: your intervention often yields many unexpected by‑products.

——the meaning behind Dream Journey's repeated speechlessness, the scenery and people his subconscious gaze fell upon, even the very result of his first attempt to interfere with the horse girls in a violent enough way to provoke them……

A great deal of information, worth his repeatedly reviewing the memory files.

As long as everything is recorded, all of it, together with this operation itself, can be turned into a harvest that will surely be put to use next time.

Aomo Lindun is always such a person, always able to draw gains from past times in various ways, so although he is normally extra eager for efficiency, he can also show extraordinary patience in places others would not expect.

Others' opinions ultimately concern others; whether time is wasted depends solely on the parties involved, and he is indeed satisfied with Dream Journey's final silence, for from his observation of her he sees that this reaction is already a hard‑to‑come‑by tremor of the heart's wall.

We can wrap up; let the people around her handle the remaining part.

Even if the speaker means nothing, the listener will take it to heart.

Someone who keeps things in mind will think of them no matter what they look at; now, since her thoughts already involve the people around her, you can wait all the more calmly.

"Patience is the hardest virtue to practice."

This saying often appears when someone loses patience, just like the middle‑aged man now being dissuaded by his friends.

"You feel the same as they do, thinking I shouldn't act now, right? Duoerd duo."

Staring at the distant gate area magnified by the huge projection, from the athletes displaying the corridor to displaying the high platform, then the athlete passage segment, and finally the full entry——in this whole process, they are shaking their legs, and with the double arms crossed, the five fingers continuously circling, constantly tapping the club president's arms.

Even his tightly knit brow twitches from time to time, truly a person of temperament worthy of his position.

"I thought you were the one who understood me best!"

"After all, my words have already more than once stirred your sensitive nerves, haven't they?"

Someone who keeps things in mind will think of them no matter what they look at; besides Miss Dream Journey, there is also someone here who can let Aomo change the broth but not the medicine—a 'patient' that lets people feel the meaning of why a classic is a classic.

"Oh dear, oh dear, precisely because you understand, you should all the more uphold virtue, President..."

Clearly it's a lack of understanding, forget it, you can just go along with what he says…… In the gaze of many people around, the researcher whose face is framed by a helmet always studded with I‑type light‑purple crystals spoke, his voice as steady as the virtue he emphasized, leaving no room for the slightest unease or wavering.

"Our goal has always been success, and right now the track guarded by the largest‑bodied Digimon is the perfect moment to be flawless, which you yourself said just seven minutes ago."

"So only seven minutes have passed..."

"What else then?" friend A, who was trying to dissuade him, interjected coldly.

"Wouldn't a bit more just end it?" friend B exclaimed, utterly speechless, "It's not a Mongolian long trek; how many minutes could a race possibly have?"

"But this length is already catching up to the old Mongolian long trek, right?" Seeing the person finally relax a little, friend D also chimed in more lightly.

"No, the original Mongolian long trek was at most 90 li, usually 60 li for those over eight years old; for younger ones the maximum is about 50 li," said friend C, who had thoroughly researched this history, "while this Dream Journey Cup is only 40 li."

"Back then it lasted several days, requiring horse changes at over twenty stations!" The president laughed at their comparison, "Is the Dream Journey Cup that kind of thing?!"

"There's also a one‑time run‑through horse race…"

Someone who obviously wasn't a friend muttered quietly, not daring to speak bluntly for fear of offending; although the setting without horse‑girl spectators was basically safe, everyone's gazes clearly revealed another possibility.

A bunch of people who are either rich or noble, and moreover engage in gray or even black‑market dealings, no matter how firmly seated in the office, will still arrange for themselves some strengthening, remodeling, and elevation to avoid being blown up by some manic vigilantes.

In this world there are many corrupt people, but also not a few who can think and rise above mediocrity.

Not only are there transcendent individuals who hold dreams, but also extremists who overcorrect and live in illusory dreams.

Holding a naivete that ordinary people cannot comprehend, displaying a persistence they cannot imagine, paying a price they cannot bear, yet still embracing it sweetly.

They are seekers who would die at dawn having heard the Way, and also madmen feared by criminals; indeed they are often members of the criminal world, mutually wary just as the current Chasers of Light Club members are cautious.

Living in a cramped corner booth of this dimensional seating, they harbor criminal plans while fearing a run‑in with other possible criminals—not only dreading disruption of their scheme, but also fearing being kicked out to the roadside as a stray—

Know that among criminals there are ranks, just like the contempt hierarchy existing in prisons.

Within the criminal groups that can appear at the racecourse, the Chasers of Light Club—an organization that seeks achievements by any means, interfering with race results—lies not only in the lowly stratum despised by people and dogs, but also often unconsciously hinders or even persecutes the horse girls pushed by other groups' members.

Once the name is exposed, who knows who might be among the crowd shouting, 'I'm coming to kill you now!'

Thus this bunch, sitting here, are like saplings in a dark forest, all trying to make a fortune in silence.

However, among this group of horse girls still in the gate‑entry phase, those who will act are merely the simple‑minded fame‑seekers, and the rough‑neck criminals who will keep the Teqiju president busy first.

In the shadowed offense and defense that has already silently begun, it is still this damper type of the Chasers of Light Club that Aomo needs to watch.

And he is here playing the part of one who either understands the other's thoughts or pretends to, only to be suspected by a crowd of not understanding at all—an otherworldly inorganic researcher.

It's somewhat convoluted, and also quite troublesome.

But it goes smoothly.

Let his true form continue to gaze calmly at what ought to be everyone in position, eyes only on each other, to conclude all parties' long‑held wishes in this event—unfortunately lacking Dream Journey, it is not enough for the fan part of himself to fully enjoy the racecourse.

Dream Journey Cup midway, Fu Zhong Racecourse, meters, spring, clear, slightly heavy.

It also can stir the demons of Fu Zhong into restless anticipation, perhaps allowing another record to be broken upon entering this purity of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and to set in motion another fate‑bound entanglement of the dusty racecourse.

Thus, inside and outside the venue, everything is in place.