Chapter 194: A Thorough Thrashing!

Qianming Representative, assistant at the infirmary of Central Teslen, also serves as a horse girl training assistant.

The former is easy to understand; the latter's work consists of giving auxiliary training to horse girls who have debuted without signing a contract with a trainer and have entered races.

Of course, such horse girls are never many; this year only one from Golden City remains, who recently lost at the Oak Tree Race and is now preparing for the July 15 Jiemen Mud Derby.

These two jobs can't be called idle, but they can also be said to be not at all urgent.

The infirmary has many doctors and nurses; Golden City also has a training team arranged by her manager, and Qianming Representative is the type who slacks off if she can, so she appears and disappears both on and off campus, and occasionally one sees her enthusiastically pointing out something to someone.

But her appearance in the Jiemen Exotic Area is somewhat mysterious.

Yet she is indeed here, even saying confidently, 'How could it be? I think the turf at Canaan Saichang is still the thinnest.'

I wasn't saying your face is thin-skinned.

Frowning at the guy she herself had summoned, Zhouri Ningjing instinctively looked toward the entrance he came from: 'Did you follow that guy here?'

Of course not; Lindun's trainer's motorcycle is too dangerous—if I followed him, I'd have to call you from the hospital.

This person looks like they've at least tried having more than enough seasons, Zhouri Ningjing thought.

So she coldly replied, 'You're probably standing at the hospital payment counter compensating someone.'

Having a car accident is still a significant injury for many horse girls.

Horse girls are creatures obsessed with speed; unlike fighters who try to make up for weaknesses, horse girls first pursue top speed, then endurance and strength training, rather than all‑round body polishing.

Thus they often get injured in training and races; even with excellent medical tech, their careers remain shockingly short.

This certainly includes there being too many try‑hards, and once their peak period passes there's indeed no chance left, but more so it's because the pursuit of speed makes their bodily development severely lopsided, leaving many hidden injuries and lingering ailments.

A bodily optimization plan that would fully heal, however, would be cancelled from regular G1 race eligibility because it would affect race purity.

Almost all horse girls manage a 'decent' retirement before their bodies completely rot, but a very few leave painful regrets in horse girl history.

The faster the speed, the greater the danger; although a horse girl's physique is far stronger than an ordinary person's, when her speed points are truly excessive, full‑tilt running becomes a form of self‑destruction.

Very few horse girls can bring their bodily strength up to match their speed; aside from a small number from martial families, those who underwent warrior‑type training before school are the ones who can.

Retired horse girls, however, have a chance to make up their bodily shortcomings while their authentic strength hasn't yet completely faded.

Besides that, there is another group.

They are called Triple Crown horse girls.

They stand at the forefront of the try‑hards; each championship they win brings them closer to the limit, and each touch of that limit deepens their mastery of the Three Goddesses Source Energy Cultivation System, so they ultimately deserve the title 'monster'—they may not become gods, but they can become ghosts.

Such a ghost is naturally a product of Jidong culture, referring to something violent, obsessive, and dehumanized, not a spirit or specter.

"A horse girl who has won the Triple Crown often harbors a ghost within her body."

It is a boiling thing that threatens to burn them to the root, an ally, an enemy, and at the same time part of themselves.

As an extreme product of carbon‑based life‑form speed competitions, horse girls' bodily shortcomings cause these Triple Crown horses, under the premise of spiritually drawing close to the gods, to trigger the release of factors, enabling them to truly surpass most of their kin.

Their existence makes a certain theory hold: namely, that horse girl competition itself is a stable, fixed path of cultivation.

【The Three Goddesses use competition to cultivate horse girls capable of truly reaching the gods' throne.】

As for this claim, those three neither admit nor deny it.

The ambiguous attitude lets certain versions of the Ascendant textbooks, in their summary of the source‑energy cultivation system, also mix in horse‑racing events—a special training method unique to the horse‑girl tribe, of little reference value but worth recording.

Having chosen the Ascendant path after retirement, Zhouri Ningjing is quite confident this claim isn't baseless, and therefore she has a rough estimate of Qianming Representative's ability.

If the other party had a car accident while sprinting all out on the horse‑girl track, she would likely be in better condition than the opposing driver and passengers.

"Whatever happens with that is fine; I've sniffed out all your hideouts in the Exotic Realm and come here to find you."

"... Are you sick?"

Worried about the atmosphere in her shop, Zhouri Ningjing had kept her voice low, but such a direct remark still drew surprised looks from several customers inside.

She didn't mind, though; everyone here is a genuine high‑quality patron, who not only avoids eavesdropping but will proactively put up soundproofing on this side.

Yet the person being scolded simply shrugged and stretched, saying, 'Because I really do care~'

"Black Sunday, what mischief are you stirring up again, and which little girls are you dragging in? I'm a member of the infirmary—I really don't want more patients!" Qianming Representative said, waving to a nearby attendant; after the attendant entered the sound‑proof barrier, she greeted with a smile, 'Please bring me a mocha.'

The attendant looked to the boss upon hearing that, and the boss, impatient, waved his hand to signal her to proceed: 'That really is the benevolence of a healer—your investigations used to be trivial little stirrings, but this time you've finally come straight after them.'

"Because Trainer Lindun is just such an interesting person, I'm contacting you directly in front of you."

"I don't believe he'd be that careless—what did you do?" Zhouri Ningjing frowned.

"Oh, you actually thought highly of him?"

Quite surprised, Qianming Representative pulled out a terminal from her pocket; its light screen unfolded as her fingers danced, then vanished.

"You can see it, right?" she asked with a smile.

Zhouri Ningjing instantly realized: '…You specially researched how to crack the terminal's private‑mode permission?'

"Yeah, I pulled two all‑nighters," the free‑spirited girl said, ruefully tugging at her hair ends, "My hair feels damaged."

Having said that, she brightened: "But I think it'll be useful, so it's fine."

"So what exactly are you trying to say?" Zhouri Ningjing, tired of this nonsensical talk, said, "This time no horse girl got dragged in—we're here to save people; can you believe that, Qianming Representative, who acts with righteous courage?"

"Wah, the evil Black Sunday actually didn't hurt any innocents this time?"

"I've never aimed my sights at those guys either; they always get caught up by accident—didn't you do your intel, then just smack your forehead and come?!" Zhouri Ningjing felt her blood pressure rise, a different kind of pressure from dealing with Aomo Lindun.

Her aversion to Aomo Lindun stems from his demeanor.

She couldn't help but admit that the youth's actions always give off a feeling of assured victory.

His insight, his executive power, and his keen sense that 'any action yields a gain' are enough to make any client feel at ease.

Those who oppose him feel uneasy; those who travel with him give him trust, especially since he himself is extraordinarily enthusiastic, always caring for his companions to the utmost.

But Zhouri Ningjing… is not his companion.

She cannot feel any steadiness from that youth; instead, she increasingly finds his attentiveness and initiative hard to bear, making her inner anxiety impossible to suppress.

She herself is also being gradually observed.

Whether intentional or not, she is being bit by bit exposed to and learning the secrets.

This anxiety made it hard for her to show enough composure and friendliness in front of the other party, and she would even see the other party's "thoughtful" actions as "overzealous" moves, then her blood pressure would rise.

And this Qianming Representative right in front of her.

She is too spontaneous, and willing to give her all for that spontaneity.

If this had nothing to do with her, it wouldn't matter; she might even appreciate that spontaneous, carefree, unrestrained attitude toward life. But if the other party had been intermittently investigating her since before, occasionally causing her trouble—then her blood pressure would indeed be too high.

Not fighting counts as being very restrained.

"Sure, the information was probably still gathered, but Qianming Great Detective's keen sense of smell detected that there's something else behind this case, so I came to ask you!"

"What could there be?" Zhouri Ningjing said impatiently, "Why do you care again?"

"For example, uh, the Symbol family, uh, thanks," the Qianming Representative said, folding her hands in thanks to the approaching waiter, looking very excited, "I've wanted to drink a mocha here for a long time, Rudolf has mentioned it several times, but unfortunately there's none brewed by little Ningjing."

She said, glancing at Zhouri Ningjing's stern expression, a bit surprised: "Why so serious, little Ningjing."

"You said the Symbol family?" Zhouri Ningjing frowned.

"Yes," the girl sitting across from her just lifted her coffee and took a sip, then wore a look of great enjoyment, squinting her eyes, but in the next second she opened them, sighing, "Ah, I guess I'm still a sweet tooth."

"Answer my question," Zhouri Ningjing tapped the table with her knuckles, "you can be tolerated for messing around here, but you should also understand what the Symbol family's situation is, right?"

"Forcing Luna into becoming the current emperor-like terrible family, don't worry about me, little Ningjing, I haven't done anything yet, just asking, just asking."

"You'd better just ask."

Too lazy to refute the worried Zhouri Ningjing, angered by this guy to the point of feeling somewhat weak, she simply said:

"I don't really have anything to say to you either; this matter is very simple—just resolve it and suppress the impact to the lowest, and the reports on the mare experiment won't be detailed either."

All true, she just wanted to get rid of the other party as soon as possible.

But then she heard the other party say: "Oh, is that so? Then I still have something I want to ask,..."

The Qianming Representative gulped down a big mouthful of coffee, making Zhouri Ningjing's eye twitch.

"That old lady probably has a high opinion of the Ruton trainer, right?"

"……"