Chapter 1916: NO.536: What is the difference between a king and his mount?

NO. 536: What is the difference between a king and his mount?

Frankly speaking, given the current pace, using it to run on muddy ground is actually quite suitable.

Aomo Lindun has watched races not limited to one type—grass, mud, short, medium, long distances, and even the mile, which had once been eliminated but, due to overly large reforms in the Saichang, was urged to return; whether out of interest or current professional knowledge needs, he has pondered it plenty, after all, considering long-term goals, he occasionally also considers the possibilities for his horse girls on other track types.

This is just like the present—

When Qianming and Ailisuzhi each took off with a step so light it seemed weightless, their silhouettes shooting out like bullets from a barrel, the demon's eyes were not fooled by that extreme speed.

So he would have that initial thought.

Uncovering the strengths of horse girls, regularly checking their condition, picking the most suitable races to run, and drawing out the horse girls' inherent strongest power—this is a fixed slogan used in recruitment publicity for horse girl training facilities everywhere, expressed in the plainest, easiest-to-understand language to clarify the trainer's basic duties.

But it is precisely these seemingly obvious requirements that are the hardest to fulfill.

Aomo's initial thought was not praise for talent, but rather a sarcastic lament.

After all, among the whole team, it's those two who are farthest from dirt racing.

Requiring strength, endurance, and grit, simply put, it means running with as much force as possible for as long as possible—this is the highest tier in leg-pressure resistance; players with hidden flaws naturally aren't up to it.

Moreover, that powerful, brick‑flying running style also requires supporting technique and knowledge; whether one can master and unleash it is itself a major hurdle that weeds out many.

So returning to the present.

"Can they adjust?" Guiye Xiaomei asked.

Although this half‑demon princess essentially just wants a convenient job to settle down, running a training ground really is a fortunate coincidence. Yet privately she has also filled her knowledge, and now, after calming down, she gradually notices the abnormality in those two's running rhythm.

But there are still some problems in observation—for instance, from the start, Qianming's nerve‑blade steps were faster than Ailisuzhi's steps that almost trampled the earth, widening the gap while also making it hard for her to keep track of both sides' running details.

The half‑demon's superhuman vision lets her keep up with Aomo's extreme‑speed start dynamics just as well, but she cannot simultaneously process the various information coming from far apart.

After all, her demon half comes from a fox, not insects, hawks, frogs, or the like.

Of course, without using monster cards, the demon isn't particularly good at this either.

But he still answered decisively.

"That naturally is possible."

While giving a decisive answer, he also swiped out another light screen to poke and draw on it.

"It's not like they're newcomers just stepping onto the Saichang; the opening excitement is bound to be short‑lived, uh, let me check……"

The last sentence was already directed at the training‑ground system she was fiddling with; the slight shift in volume and tone made Xiaomei tilt her head, then she asked: "Who will stabilize first?"

"Miss Suzi?"

"According to intuition, it would be like that."

"? That's what you mean?" The clever fox girl heard the implication, her gaze also shifting to the light screen in front of him.

The result of advanced technology is that not only can the training‑ground system be controlled externally via a window, but one can also see the functions inside that window increasing in number.

From optical misdirection to prevent peeping, to immersive‑format replays for easy review, then to synchronized calculation of step frequency, stride length, real‑time speed, and even overly crude win‑rate predictions—today's trainers also largely rely on these functions to carry out training work smoothly. Otherwise, the eyes can't keep up with the running visuals, and the brain can't handle detailed data; although there is also Xishan Feng's approach that stresses experience and intuition, that path's threshold is indeed higher than other schools.

That's how the trainer profession is nowadays.

Either one is adept at using various advanced tools, or one simply is an advanced tool (meaning the market isn't great, but it's still a choice—an AI trainer); truly hands‑on, ultra‑classical conservative trainers are rare even among the uncommon long‑lived‑species trainers, and even a bottomless rice pool couldn't describe their odds of existence.

Aomo Lindun is naturally not that sort of pedantic pure‑type person.

Convenient, useful tools have always been his motto of "the more the better"; he would, after the race begins, draw a second light screen after the terminal one, belonging to the training‑ground system.

The same principle applies to Guiye Xiaomei; even her first reaction upon hearing this was to look at the light screen in front of him.

Then she also drew one herself.

As long as one has query authorization, a mere operation port is naturally not the only one.

But having said that…

Judging rhythm discrepancies by feel and confirming via algorithm who returns to the norm first are two different things.

So even if she could draw an interface identical to the one before Aomo, she would still stare at those numbers, clueless, and actually use them to complement his answer to deepen her understanding.

In other words, she regarded such communication as a learning opportunity.

Not a bad mindset, Aomo thought.

Even without mentioning her stake as my subordinate, this talent for seizing every second of life as a learning opportunity is worth praising; the demon even thinks she'd be quite suited to be a trainer.

But that's just a thought.

After all, it's not a job with especially good treatment.

Compared to the position of training‑ground operator, aside from talking ideals there's no other advantage; it sounds more like coaxing fresh graduates. Thinking of the unemployed vagrant from the Shima Team who actually yearns for the trainer job, Aomo can only sigh that this situation is as dire as drought killing the drought‑stricken and flood killing the flood‑stricken.

But the other party's focus and the data before him don't allow him to abruptly change the subject, so this lament stays buried, and he instead says: "If someone has many fans yet is always carefree, there must necessarily be a domain where they can become especially serious."

"For Qianming, racing is that domain."

"Right now her data are trending stable and closely approaching the average of past trainings, you see……" He said, syncing over Qianming's training data from the cloud and switching to a comparison chart to continue explaining, "The deviation is only 21 points, which by industry running standards is already quite precise, but don't think this is the result of her meticulous control."

"Eh?"

The inner voice exposed, Miss Xiaomei was no longer surprised by the other's abrupt interruption of the conversation rhythm; she was merely startled by the content itself: "I've seen Miss Qianming's final step always called flawless running, and after retirement she even worked as a private detective……"

"Being a detective is indeed a job that tests precision and accuracy, but it doesn't mean it becomes a fixed trait of hers that spreads to everything she handles." Aomo said.

His voice softened as he turned his gaze back to the distant Saichang, letting the ambient noise be increasingly occupied by pure running sounds.

Wind sounds, footstep sounds, the sharp noise that flashes when the three goddess skills activate,

These sounds mingle together, often being drowned out by the Saichang commentator's voice, so this kind of sound usually belongs exclusively to those who set foot in the training ground.

"If that flawlessness relied entirely on calculation and study, then she couldn't have been praised for so many years by the free wind."

"So… is it experience?" She also lifted her gaze to that distant scene.

Although she hasn't yet awakened to the same hobby as that boss beside her, her voice was also made equally faint by him.

"No, is it instinct?"

"Those rich in experience have the chance to etch some acquired skills into instinct, which isn't contradictory," Aomo said, "Moreover…… although she once fell into a valley and never managed to rise, that doesn't mean we should think her talent is poor."

(End of Chapter)