Chapter 1661: with translation of chapter title

NO. 276: I say, truly an amateur!

Aside from how Aomo-controlled Dawn Qing would react over there, the true form at this moment is in a state of dark red eyes and slit pupils pitch black, with astonishing vision staring straight at the track several hundred meters away.

The finish line naturally is the second echelon formed by Qianming, Ludaofu, Sirius, and Gechengwangpai.

Although the Dream Cup is a feast enjoyed globally and even extraterrestrially, Aomo, as a DD with quite high purity, would love to take everything in at a glance, pausing to analyze the situation on the track, each person's reaction, and the next step revealed therefrom.

But he was still bound by the trainer's sense of responsibility to the front.

Those of others can wait until we look back and analyze the video; for now, those under our command are more important...

When this idea is carried out, he also sees Ludaofu's performance in the third turn of the middle section, and he will silently count down the timer in his heart.

Starting from 13.

It's not because of the total number of disciples, but because the conformity of stage and formation announces the arrival of an opportunity, and this is also one of the simulated scenarios he and Ludaofu have talked about.

Yes.

Although Aomo has cursed that minister's amateurishness from the bottom of his heart, he has never denied that he can predict overall developments and even devise three stratagems for the horse girls as a trainer, right?

Just as his assigned horse girl once achieved the feat of calculating everything in the Eastern Derby, in fact, although Ailisuzhi is also quite good at calculation, the one who truly leads her to push her computational ability to the limit is undoubtedly her trainer who has always been hands-on.

Called the Crescent Moon and Mirror by many, Aomo Lindun's ability to reflect others' selves is certainly not mere imitation.

After all, pure imitation before the genuine article is merely a shoddy counterfeit, and whenever he displays astonishing acting in constructing an image, if you pay attention, you can also somewhat notice that those images share common points.

When you notice this, you can also realize that in his performance, the acting component is actually only superficial, while the core remains what he inherently possesses.

And there are many kinds of such things.

The Crescent Moon and Mirror are ultimately just metaphorical images; the reason people can see guidance, longing, and starlight from them is precisely because they bear all that guidance, longing, and starlight.

This is precisely why countless horse girls can have so many fans and still be called by name years after retirement—because in the process of pursuing their dreams, they also become dreams in others' eyes.

What they possess becomes a reflection in others' eyes, and what does Aomo possess?

Precise calculations, thorough plans, secret words, or the madness hidden beneath that astonishing obsession?

Many, many.

So many that he can sign four horse girls with different personalities and still get along well with them, but compared to those four high-school girls, the four adult horse girls are obviously for a different reason.

Although compared to the four high-schoolers, their age is only slightly greater, even less than the trainer's individual girlfriends, they still do not need to seek their future direction from the trainer.

They also won't, like children, stake everything on the other person.

They only need someone to share a little bit.

Sharing that little bit of pressure, fear, loss, and melancholy lets them stop forcing a free, dignified, strong, fervent façade.

Perhaps at first, they merely wanted someone who could truly understand them, a fan friend who had been supporting them since long ago.

Or perhaps they simply liked the appearance of his soul.

Or even a whimsical desire to snatch a childhood friend's toy.

But in the end, they all, unable to continue for various reasons, rushed toward the same request.

A place to be oneself, a relaxed and comfortable place, also a place where one can be free of fear, and moreover a place where one can stay comfortably.

--That's enough.

The four who call themselves adults, also considering themselves older than that person, are by any measure sister-type horse girls, and they have more or less thought this way.

Thinking not to give that person too much pressure, thinking not to have excessive expectations of him, and moreover thinking to solve problems and pursue goals in their own way, they even wanted to handle rehabilitation training themselves, so as not to add more fatigue to him who is already overly busy.

But the result……

Leaving aside the already changed attitude, the greatest result now is right here.

13-second countdown, only 5 seconds left.

The same countdown also beats in Ludaofu Xiangzheng's heart, as Qianming and Sirius have already begun to surpass oneself, and the Gechengwangpai is charging ahead, kicking up countless debris and impact.

She has obtained from the trainer something heavier than the ease of shedding all burdens, something of greater profound significance.

--That is the running judgment of this race.

--That even falling raindrops cannot obstruct, but rather will in this instant become a delayed visual symbol……

A determined charge!

Right here!

The fifth turn in the middle section, the second gentle slope after the downhill!

'Here, you must fully release the "Emperor," Luna.'

What violent wind cannot be canceled by the airflow that one cannot oneself move?

What wall lies ahead, as if to compress the remainder of one's running formation?

Qianming, Sirius, Gechengwangpai, Maruyasu……

These people, as friends, cannot be strangers.

As the president of the Central Student Council, moreover, not a single name on the entire race roster is unfamiliar.

More or less they are friends, acquaintances, even those who have helped, as well as very excellent juniors of whom one can be proud.

But now, they are merely foes that collide with the royal carriage!

From that moment, stepping out of the mired stride, that stride spreads vast cracks outward, but that is merely the unconscious external obstruction she causes.

But the true her, the horse girl with three-colored long hair, wearing a victory outfit modeled after a military uniform!

She will stride forth with the vigor of this step to pierce wind and rain, then tread upon the thunder that rumbles like background music.

She demands that you all witness the divine majesty of the Emperor.

And this is just like formally blowing the horn that opens the battlefield.

Almost in the next second, that seemingly equal vigor expands from front and rear, accompanied by an extremely recognizable four-stage boastful laugh.

The tyrant-like brilliant gaze that once graced the Queen Victoria competition rises from that laugh, advancing at astonishing speed, while the golden-hued tyrant that trampled the latest generation also steps forward now, at this very moment, breaking the formation and dealing the most targeted blow to the former monarch!

In that dreamlike race where past opponents cannot be seen but the heartbeat of generations of monarchs can be heard, the forefront toward which the tyrant and tyrant advance is undoubtedly the most dazzling of the golden three generations in horse racing history.

Emperor. Ludaofu Xiangzheng.

How fast! How fast the Ludaofu Xiangzheng is followed by an equally splendid opera that rises in step with the king's pace! And ahead, the golden master who reaches where Marutsugeki is! Is this a chain reaction! After the emperor, with astonishing burst, surpasses the Sirius symbol and the Qianming representative! The overlord behind and the tyrant ahead also erupt with momentum surpassing before!

As for the Three Kings Meeting, even in the Triple Crown King's common Dream Cup, a horse girl directly named 'King' struggles to form a tripartite stand.

Can the leading fugitive still hold on! Can those horse girls, likewise targeting the emperor, overlord, and tyrant, catch up!! There are still two bends to the finish! And Dazhenhan and Narita Hakujin are still in the final stretch of the leading group! Must we still restrain our fighting spirit! Can we still see it again! That which once appeared out of nowhere! Steps like soaring and biting! Can we still see it!

——

... Is this the time? Should we change the venue now!

On the otherworldly audience seats, a department head turned his head, his gaze darting toward his colleagues.

But the control panel's data hasn't been locked yet… the allies' monster conditions are also poor…

That is, the preparations are insufficient. Boduoduo summarized.

But now is the best opportunity! That lightning just now! That lightning is the emperor's innate skill, right!

Although I've only watched that horse girl's three match recordings, I can still tell they're not similar; I have seen an orange light, which is probably that, the Three Goddesses skill.

Can just one orange skill boost speed that much! Impossible! It must be innate; many horse girls' innate skills can be ensured to unfold before the final stretch through training! The emperor should also have this ability!

But she is the emperor… having this strength wouldn't be strange, right? Someone muttered softly.

The point is, does this count as the final kick? If the timing is off, it'll still reveal a flaw; if she can accelerate without opening, doesn't that mean she's more stable than we imagined?

"... Let them, once they find the control panel, act immediately!" After a moment's thought, the department head issued such an order.

Now is the best time! This race has been strange from the start! I dare say its deciding point is definitely not the final stretch!