Chapter 1940: NO.560：Optimistic Aomo Personality（x）

NO. 560：Optimistic Aomo Personality（x）

NO. 560Optimistic Aomo Personality（x）

The double-sided commemorative coin engraved with the Saichang's figure still lies honestly inside the unknown bracelet, and the iron coffin that has long been unused in action and only occasionally used in daily life remains together with it.

Aomo Lindun, who can mutually call ailishuma teacher, or Umastar, naturally prioritizes 'not disturbing my favorite', but he has become the trainer of the favorites.

It's not necessarily a coincidence.

Aomo cannot deny his self-interest in certain decisions, just as ailishuma teacher is often caught as a suspicious element by the discipline committee from the bushes; the longing and desire to get close to one's favorite is inevitable for fans, and although they may hide it, it's hard to say they hide it well.

When this law manifests in the demon, it usually amounts to excessive help and consideration.

Honestly, in terms of disguise, it's already much stronger than ailishuma.

At the very least, even most of the people around Aomo cannot see any signs; even if there are some especially meticulous and sharp players, few have come into contact with Aomo's trainer work, let alone stepped into his active circle.

But few, yet not none.

Huo'erhaiya is clearly one of them.

But she had no intention of pointing it out, even feigning ignorance.

After all, although she enjoys seeing Hongshe's embarrassed side, she also knows that doing so would be killing the chicken to get the egg; if it were brought up and spread, it would give those horse-eared women a chance to rampage, and she wouldn't be happy.

But some things are unavoidable.

For example, just like her favorite, Hongshe Mister must fulfill his trainer duties, dealing with the psychological issues of the horse girls, and for this he even needs her to lend a slight hand.

Go persuade Xiao Qian to let him swap seats with Bai Ren at this critical point……

Truly so cunning and malicious.

If it were Xiao Qian, he'd surely kick up a fuss, but I wouldn't.

Women in their forties generally find it hard to be as willful as teenage girls; although greed is her clan's mark, the strength shown through aggression is more her anti-counterfeit sign, but given many strong opponents, she also deeply knows her advantage is actually very scarce.

So scarce that at times like this she would secretly be glad the other party sought her out.

Because, in other words, this is an opportunity exclusive to herself.

For her, such a tiny assistance as natural as eating and drinking can be exchanged for an opportunity to expand her advantage.

Thus, the ultimate expression of this interaction and thought is simply a seemingly simple seat swap.

Merely by contacting Chengtian Bai Ren, Huo'erhaiya, and Qianming's representative, Aomo managed to break free from the encirclement of over a dozen people, receiving natural responses from the two.

Ludaofu: 'How could that be?'

Qianming: 'If it's about the topic, you missed the chance everyone agreed on for the autumn festival~!'

The latter is just going along, while the former, as the gathering point of all targets, seems to have given up thinking.

Seeing the trainer approach, they greeted with a smile, without suspicion of anything else.

Or perhaps they simply didn't want to mention anything else.

'If that's the case, it's probably not a matter of timing.'

Looking toward Qianming, his gaze casually swept over the simulated gray curtain's relatively stable cover beside him, and the demon chuckled, adding: 'If I should be present, then now is the time to invite; if I shouldn't be present, then whether I am here or not makes no difference.'

The demon is not rushing into the main topic, but is more concerned with completing confidentiality.

Although every major racecourse has strong individual characteristics, such basic items as 'team-oriented private boxes' can be considered standard, especially for the embedded layered high platforms designed for greater audience capacity.

Proper spatial separation is a necessity for the building's overall stability, a rigid requirement in rational design, yet their appearance also led to frequent criticism of the racecourse in its first two years. After all, the racecourse is essentially a sports field, a functional facility for displaying and promoting sports events.

Not a pure entertainment design like a concert.

The price difference divided into three-six-nine grades according to seating status already counts as the limit; if the design also divided into three-six-nine grades, it would truly be the segment of the three goddesses' wrath.

Moreover, a horse race's main event lasts only a few minutes, after which it's all the winner's stage, so fussing over too many frills in the racecourse stands is not worthwhile.

Thus, after balancing these conflicts and needs, the result is the present situation.

——A heavily funded racecourse event system.

It encompasses over a hundred ultra-high-speed camera positions and isolation shields, and is further equipped with high-precision speed-sensing computing hardware.

——Constructed with comparable manpower and material resources as the spectator stands addition.

Tens of millions to nearly a million spectator stand constructions transform the open-air racecourse into a nearly half-clawed claw structure, but those spectator seats resembling odd-looking buildings actually function no differently from the basic layer.

Alarm systems, micro barrier systems, and while simulating private boxes, they also have constantly active police scanning functions, aiming to prevent the private box system from being exploited by criminals.

Besides that, there is nothing else.

Even the private box simulation function is disabled by default, whereas the shared-seat simulation function is constantly enabled, merely to allow some viewers at the edge of partitioned areas to also enjoy the collective feeling of being together with many spectators.

After all……

Those willing to come to the venue are not there for a better view of the horse girls, but for a unique on-site atmosphere, right?

By contrast, the demand for quiet, independent space is only a niche.

Yet it is a niche that ought to exist.

Just like Ludaofu Xiangzheng and Qianming's representative, these named horse girls appearing in the racecourse stands. As public figures subject to extreme regional reinforcement, encountering fans who merely hesitate about whether to ask for an autograph is already the ideal situation; a bit of bad luck, and they should experience the idol's unique private meal predicament.

So private boxes are still needed.

As long as they are set to require manual opening, they can perfectly satisfy the demand, and the racecourse operators have no reason to ignore this group of customers prone to causing disputes.

But how far this can go varies by racecourse, spectator area, and even down to individual seats, presenting various differences.

Furthermore, because the private box simulation function is indeed niche, even if there truly is a problem it often isn't discovered at first—no one opens it, so it goes unnoticed, meaning it's not safe to rest easy just because it's open.

Proper confirmation is necessary.

After all, the content he is about to bring up is very important.

Ludaofu: 'Indeed, I am planning to invite the trainer…'

Qianming: 'Hey, Ludaofu, don't do that! I was still planning to keep it a secret!'

Hmm, not this.

'In this situation, there's no need to use that awkward title, right?' Aomo, somewhat helpless, traced a soundproof barrier framework between his fingers, which achieved harmonic confirmation with the seat's own spell system.

He went on to say, "One-way soundproofing treatment is no problem."

He looked again at the distant arena beyond the gate, for the host's and commentator's voices also reverberated through the broadcasts and broke into their conversation.

"Sirius's run is also about to begin."

"This scene can't make the two of you recall a bit of the past, can it?"

"That also requires that you existed back then, right?" Qianming grinned sheepishly, "With the trainer's such conspicuous presence, even if there's a little sentiment stirred by the scene, it would be broken."

"It sounds like I should let Wanshan… older sister come over?"

Although it's obvious that the brown‑haired, blue‑eyed older sister can't see or hear here, yet being able to one‑way catch her gaze directed this way creates the illusion of being watched.

This might be a case of guilty conscience, Aomo thought.

After all, there's more than one idol here; Aomo Lindun edges out Ailishuma merely by a margin of restraint.

And the purity of this restraint simply cannot compare to the past blockage of opposing desires.

Given the lack of heartfelt resistance, Aomo—whether exercising restraint or extending it into acting disguises—is prone to waver in judgment as the number and behavior of the on‑site idols fluctuate, leading to the present instability.

Perhaps—the more this word appears, the more it reflects his current state's fluctuation.

But he will not retreat because of it.

He will not abandon his original plan.

He might even think that this hard‑to‑discuss rational state could show a bit of positive chemical reaction toward the goal.

This has a lot of gambling in it, Aomo also understands.

At the moment, his slightly lively mindset is still not enough for him to fail to notice this.

But he also finds it somewhat irresistible.

Unable to resist this version of himself that can surge with optimism right now.

(End of chapter)