Chapter 1925: NO.545: Is trash talk meant for teammates?

NO. 545: Is trash talk meant for teammates?

It's merely a nasal-sounding vague sound, so much that it would easily be taken for an illusion's initial consonant; the only thing one can be certain of is that it's the initial consonant that sounds like 'da ga' plus an M.

Coincidentally, on the field there happen to be two that start with A and two that start with M.

Those starting with M also happen to be the two contestants she asked about who have never won.

In Aomo's view, this could very likely form a logical extension, but at the same time it's not enough to reveal the answer.

But it also seems unnecessary to dwell on it too much.

After all, in terms of vision, it's common for frontrunners in the field to easily see a junior's progress and offer guidance, but making race predictions among multiple juniors is another matter.

After all, being able to see a single point and being able to view the whole picture are two different things.

Moreover, being able to view the whole picture and being able to predict the outcomes of multiple wholes' confrontations are two different realms.

It has been said that the hardest thing to achieve in sports competitions is perfect execution, just as no matter how you rehearse, you cannot guarantee against the unexpected when you actually compete. Everyone's constant effort and practice are merely to safeguard their own performance; they cannot control the unexpected that arises from others' interactions. That is precisely why the difficulty of the Chrysanthemum Prize is called the most exquisite planning and the strongest heart.

Similarly, for this reason, in the popularity rankings of the host of this event that reverberated throughout the entire racetrack, the champion of the Jidong Derby, Ailisuzhi, sits at the top. She surpasses 'the previous loop' who won two consecutive classic races, Meipu Bourbon, and also surpasses Aimu Zhiji, who defeated her in the Gaoyue Prize. As for the Mancian Chazuo, whose speed is excellent but still appears not very conspicuous amidst the surrounding stars, it falls even further behind.

Recently, Senlinbaoxue classmate, who has been aggressively boosting their presence before everyone, has fallen even further, landing in the awkward position of being sixth in popularity.

This is not strange, after all the horse racing circle has long been infiltrated by the idol concept; popularity votes often tie closely to a contestant's charm rather than wins and losses, so it's common to see horse girls with low win rates still enjoying considerable support.

So if you want to gain confidence, don't look at popularity votes; look at the betting odds.

Only in this damned gambling segment does the pursuit of intensity and the desire for victory persist, so the odds are what link more closely to win-rate predictions.

But having said that.

The betting odds look so obvious, and they don't stop batches of horse tickets from being bought in vain, so this reference is obviously limited; in the end, one still needs to rely on concrete analysis and prediction.

Therefore, horse racing professionals are explicitly prohibited from participating in horse race gambling.

Aomo has indeed kept his hands clean since entering the profession; his inquiry about the speed symbol is merely asking for an opinion, not truly intending to trust the other party more than himself.

But afterward he felt there was no need to ask.

Half a minute ago he was still asking 'Who trained whom?' This kind of completely information-disadvantaged question, which shows he isn't really concerned about his own work progress, can be said to have instantly lowered the demon's expectations.

Although she is not really an old lady, she completely gives off the aura of having withdrawn from the circle; although I am still looking at that earring, wondering if she still misses the past, adding to the difficulty of understanding is secondary; with little hope in her gaze, I feel somewhat wistful.

All of this inexplicably reminds him of the moon-chasing symbol that was sent back as the twenty-first batch.

It is precisely because he seems to have seen what he wanted to see in the speed symbol here that Aomo rose to the thought of 'just asking for an opinion.'

Probably also because he spends all day with the legends of the past, seeing their postures of wanting to reignite another round, he thinks it's an illusion, Aomo self-mockingly thinks.

Imagining such an old person still retaining the old vision is indeed unrealistic, and the old vision may not even apply to the present.

"Trainer, Grandma wants your contact information; can you give it to me?"

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…

Such a tone of voice, like a little bird leaning on a person, could only be that of Luna speaking privately to Aomo; but the unified question marks from everyone around, including Aomo himself, do not stem from the speaking style, but from the content itself.

"I don't care; you make the judgment." Aomo appeared quite nonchalant.

To be frank, his entanglement with the Symbol family has reached this point; contact information is hardly a secret at all.

Although the information management team he hired himself is certainly professional, that professionalism still cannot compare to the team cultivated by a true great family; moreover, his information management team's upgrade is only a matter of about half a year, and before that it was another small team; even earlier than that, he had already fallen into the Symbol family's sight.

Even Sirius can suddenly call; the speed symbol even coming to inquire about procedures is truly too polite.

Although it's highly likely he cannot refuse.

But there's no need to refuse a power that can directly contact the family head.

After all, only those who still plan to break cooperation and want to keep an escape route would worry about 'won't the contact be too deep?', whereas Aomo Lindun is fully aware of his current situation.

There's nothing to retreat from.

It's not like the future course of cutting ties with Sirius and Rudolfo after the year; some processes are visibly going to advance, so there's no need to be indecisive and merely add annoyance and trouble.

Merely, in his view, the relationship between the Rudolfo symbol and the speed symbol is still not a fully reconciled, deep familial affection.

Furthermore, the Sirius symbol does not, in front of the speed symbol, just call her an old lady.

In this situation, Aomo naturally would not directly express his willingness to accept in front of both of them; the decision should be left to the young family head, and then a few seconds later he received an application, which made him glance at Luna, and in their mutual gaze he saw a hint of worry.

Ah… Aomo, recalling this while laughing helplessly, softly said it's fine.

He recalled that the Rudolfo symbol's own perspective also differs. Although Luna's essence isn't even a personality, merely blocked emotions, just as the emperor is more of an excluded paranoid mind, they both indeed affect the Rudolfo symbol's judgment.

The Rudolfo called the emperor is indifferent toward everything related to the speed symbol.

The Rudolfo called Luna, however, will worry about this.

But actually there's no need, after all the Symbol family is now led by her.

Now that obsession and high pressure have largely subsided, the speed symbol is indeed gradually retreating behind the scenes; the only thing worth worrying about is how they will face each other—and at least that doesn't need to be placed on oneself.

He feels no particular awe toward the speed symbol; receiving the application now is simply a straightforward agreement, after which he sees only a brief statement.

【MihonoBourbon】

""

Chasing after to supplement and finish speaking like this, it's not at all cryptic.

Yet it also appears more earnest than the questioning self.

It causes the judgment he had before to start wavering again in his mind.

——

"... Bourbon."

"Chazuo team member, please give it your all."

"Mm, you too."

Understood.

What are you muttering about, want to get revenge? Suzi rolled up her sleeves and walked over to ask.

Chazuo: "?"

Bōpáng: "?"

That's just your own idea, right? Aizhi walked toward her own number gate, somewhat helplessly.

All of them stepped out of the Hei'an entrance passage; the competition rules, stricter than last time, do not allow them to continue carrying monster cards.

After running, they can be recovered immediately, which is relatively lenient, but for Meipu Bōpáng and Mancheng Chazuo, it's not like that.

Compared to the previous two matches, the horse-eared girls who have been practicing monster card use in private these days have all developed varying degrees of card fluctuation perception.

This doesn't let them guard against whatever might appear on the field; instead, it lets them more clearly feel that strength, that mood which is with them, and that is also exactly the trainer's concern as they understand it.

Just like that, it's taken away; their mood won't be good, and their state won't be stable either.

What the heck, I can't be the only one dissatisfied, right? Suzi also walked toward her own number.

Yet she didn't forget to look back.

"But you two," she looked at those two quiet teammates, "don't let your anger disrupt the rhythm."

"Always like this, with ill intentions." Chazuo said coldly.

"Haha, how can you evaluate teammates like that?"

Someone waved their hand and walked away, not intending to look twice at the effect of their own words.

Indeed, there's no need to look further, because the black and chestnut-red haired horse girls already had nothing to say to each other, and likewise walked toward their own number gates.

Everyone, take your positions.