Chapter 1963

NO. 583: It's a mascot 4K

NO. 583 is a mascot (4K

It feels somewhat strange, Aomo thinks this for the fifth time.

It is 8:21 PM, the second night after the Dream Cup Long Distance, and also the peak of his trainer career: despite not having raised a Triple Crown horse girl after one and a half years, he has a whole team of scattered Triple Crowns, and even won the Dream Cup series in scattered mode.

No need to round up, this is a full win.

Moreover, it's not about deliberately avoiding races he might lose; it's about maintaining a full win while participating as much as possible in the season's hot races.

This is unprecedented among trainers.

No one will come after him either.

Because the regulations will change.

In fact, that very day many special groups protested the association, claiming Aomo Lindun had exploited a loophole to win two seasons of scattered Triple Crowns and a year-long full crown.

Leaving aside how special that group is, this protest is clearly meaningless.

Even the URA Association, often blamed as a drag by industry insiders, won't strip his rights over this, nor erase his achievements.

At most it's a compromise choice to block others from following suit; though it seems to consider protesters, it actually just makes them grit their teeth more.

Only because this instead gives Aomo Lindun's achievement uniqueness.

Making it a one‑of‑a‑kind work will naturally be valued higher by the public, giving him unrivaled hype, on par with Qianming, the Dream Cup Long Distance champion, and the related hype even has built‑in synergy, raising his stature from the start.

So he is very busy.

After sending the Gate of Great Sin back to the Dark Area from the server battlefield and making brief arrangements, he immediately returned to the racetrack, every minute and second busy.

Busy congratulating winners, caring for losers, and besides appreciating the winners' stage, he must also respond to various congratulations, blessings, and reminders.

Of course, those reminders also include blessings.

Yet these endless visits have become a burden.

It even prevents him from properly enjoying as a fan the stage feast of countless legendary horse girls, and after coming to his senses he must dive into organizing the victory banquet.

Then he was pestered by the older girls, then the younger girls, post‑race heart‑to‑talks were interrupted, and the final observations on the Dark Area and Digital World status were also occasionally disturbed; later it became quieter.

The older girls had no intention of late‑night visits, the younger girls no excessive entanglement; only as a trainer did he need to busy himself preparing forecasts for today's future impact.

The busyness didn't stop; even on the second day he still had to deal with various promotional collaborations showing up at the door, blocking the narrow lane in front of the office, while the neighbor across the way came over to add congratulations and mockery—this is your own doing, but could you not affect my exhibition hall's business?

"What business could your exhibition hall have?" Aomo wanted to say, but unfortunately he knew their business was fine; after all, the sister's band formed by the other party is thriving and already appears in some formal live performances.

In its early stages, there were even commissions sent to the office, giving Aomo such understanding that he even got specific key reports on revenue data.

This can't be said to be Aomo's habitual random glancing, questioning, and analyzing; after all, those few girls don't even know how to organize and use data, while the drummer senior who signed the commission used neighborly favors to get him to pay more attention.

Aomo, equipped with Gilbalius's "Crystal Core," couldn't help but act on impulse, following his mental inertia to produce a management results report for them.

Yes, mental inertia.

Although this isn't considered a professional side of a trainer's job, the association always offers channels for specialists to cooperate, yet many conscientious trainers also moonlight as managers, busy arranging performances for the horse girls they support.

So this can be said to be one aspect of the horse girls' idol nature.

Moreover, this aspect revealed to Aomo Lindun many skills that need to be mastered.

If he masters the algorithm, he can pour computing power into it and instantly get conclusions; he also often receives envious looks from Bi Ze, who jokes, 'Do you have a worldline where you're a producer in the Ancient Lit Universe?'

Everyone says senior high students develop peak brains, but Bi Ze is mostly an exception; he doesn't even grasp the premise that the Ancient Lit Universe excludes other parallel universe bubbles, yet he is overly obsessed with the concept of parallel worlds, playing memes that end up hurting him.

Of course, he is no longer like that.

Now Mr. Bi is the type who gets smug just from entering college, like a stereotypical Dongyan girl, and he started looking down on Aomo's high school education; yesterday he also mocked Aomo for having upcoming super‑overtime‑filled fulfilling time.

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Leaving aside Aomo's current relationships, anyone rushing to laugh at this would have to queue; just Aomo's self‑awareness—someone who idly reviews the past to draw lessons—would not be unprepared.

He knows better than anyone what state and environment he's in, and precisely for that reason—!

He once again feels that something is slightly off.

It's overly calm.

Although his busyness is still the frantic, split‑self kind, especially with morning‑to‑afternoon packed business contacts—promotion and performance collaborations—he again laments his low salary, which should also count as the manager part.

Some try to win over horse girls by luck, then get flicked a skin ball to Aomo; some use the trainer as a medium to indirectly persuade horse girls; others simply invest in this promising trainer, and even a voting site jumps in to hype a comeback collaboration while Aomo's popularity is at an unprecedented peak.

Put that aside for now.

After all, even the built‑in pushy game on Umastagram sent a business letter, hoping to discuss rights including portraiture, and clearly wants to cash in on this heat to get Aomo Lindun implemented this year.

Now the Bourbon‑longed‑for satellite is about to land, with first‑hand maternal‑uncle‑faction intel in the trainer's hands.

However, the trainer isn't very free to bring this up.

Even amidst the endless busyness he hung up the pre‑filed suspension sign on the office and shut the doors tight, activating do‑not‑disturb mode.

Thus he freed up time to prioritize handling.

—First respond to leisure invitations from friends and acquaintances.

But still the saying: too calm, right?

Normal victory banquet, normal entanglement, normal interrupted heart‑to‑talks, normal follow‑up handling of both sides (Dark Area and Dream Cup); all developments are that tired yet normal.

But this is a vague normalcy.

The part that would still make him nervous nowadays never showed up; it seemed as if he were overthinking, or perhaps everyone had suddenly become especially tolerant, patient, and thoughtful, not rushing to cause trouble for him at his busiest moment.

He didn't know.

He got through the first day in that careful manner, and then the second day came.

From morning to night.

There was no surge of high schoolers, no refresh from the college group and graduates; just looking at the activity on Umastagram and Umaline, everything was very ordinary.

So ordinary as usual: those showing off new works showed off new works, those discussing coffee discussed coffee, dog‑training fans displayed newly bought trained large dogs, and travel lovers went so far as to announce their recent travel plans, seemingly trying to avoid all the turmoil.

Having the same purpose but different expression, they announced the news that they would inherit the family headship, instantly diverting everyone's attention elsewhere.

By comparison, Bai Ren and Qianming—one has no new updates, the other also has no new updates, which is also quite normal.

The former originally doesn't like to post; the latter, as champion, nowadays whatever they say will get likes maxed out and a high-rise built—if they want to avoid trouble, they should stay silent.

So… over the course of this day, there was only work-related online communication; although they did talk about personal topics, it was only to the point of cautious restraint—indeed, is it because everyone is considerate of themselves?

Really?

It's not that I don't trust everyone; rather, everyone seems to have that adult sense of boundaries. Even the Sirius symbol, which at first glance seems capable of causing more trouble than Suzi, can, like Suzi, always gauge a limit so as not to provoke disgust. Of course, this only holds true if they indeed don't want to offend the other party.

More often than not, the two of them see enemies everywhere, and their attitude toward anyone doesn't seem to have any sense of measure.

But Aomo can see that side.

He is confident that his subordinates, the horse girls, are all good girls, but… good girls ≠ not making mistakes.

Although it looks like some sarcastic inequality, here it's a logical explanation; moreover, bringing this up now would be somewhat troublesome, but not serious enough to count as a mistake—at most it's failing to get what one wants and also giving her ammunition, which is not wise.

Yes, not very wise.

Given everyone's usual intelligence, they would indeed avoid it.

But patience also has its limits.

Aomo Lindun is deeply aware of his own habit of dragging things out for a long time; thus, since his return yesterday, every moment he feels a bit anxious, as if some bombs are about to explode any moment now.

Even though he had already made psychological preparations and several contingency plans, in the end he still feels nervous and cautious.

But that moment never came.

None?

At least for now it looks like there isn't any.

It also leaves him with doubts in his heart; holding those contact methods, he feels it's better not to ask.

Don't remind the teacher to assign homework, classmate.

"But little snake~"

"You say."

At the entrance, Aomo, having just put on his shoes, turned his head and looked at his girlfriend, who was gazing at him with a speechless expression.

"If you really lack a sense of security, wouldn't it be better to just shut the door completely?"

After the boundary between residence and office was drawn, the girlfriend who usually resides here is often Xintiao Qian.

After all, Huo'erhaiya and He also need to be deployed; even Yishamara has recently started willing to help everyone, joining the office's 'family business', while Qian often stays in the underground lab or lies in a small room upstairs.

"It hasn't come to that; it's just a friend's invitation." Aomo chuckled, raising his hand to flick the strands of hair hanging on her shoulder.

From when they met to now, over a year has passed; the girl's change is also not minor, setting aside the subtle growth in her physique, just the most obvious hairstyle already shows the most intuitive difference.

——Her hair at the back has already grown to waist‑length, a shifting brown‑gray.

In a certain sense, it's quite close to He.

But obviously, the reason for this change is not with her. After all, for the person herself, keeping long hair is actually a difficult decision, because behind it often lies a series of troublesome maintenance and upkeep; even with advanced technology, some physical inconvenience is unavoidable.

Then there's a not‑so‑subtle detail: Aomo Lindun is a long‑hair enthusiast.

"But I think this might be a trap," Little Qian said, pursing her lips, "The person Dazhenhan just happened to say her monster card has a problem, as if saying something like a cat can do a backflip."

"I can actually be sure that Miss Dazhenhan doesn't mean that toward me," Aomo said awkwardly, "Why don't you come along too?"

"No, I don't want to go out."

"The teleport will be quick."

"I still don't want to deal with it last minute!"

"You're like that, not really in a hurry," Aomo spread his hands, "Then I'm off—whatever problem, just call her; she's even more ready to respond than Qiena."

"Ugh…"

"All right… good," after a simple bit of affection, he decided to set off, "I'll come back early."

"I think she'll come back tomorrow." Qian pouted.

"Don't think like that."

Aomo said as he walked out the door; after just a few steps, a notification of the teleport zone activating appeared beside Qian.

She didn't pay attention to this already‑familiar house system notification, merely lowering her head to pull out her phone.

【You have no right to harass me: I think they're about to take action

@All members】

【Having an affair too much, H. pylori: Want to keep up?】

【Don't give me a title, ahhhhh: Now? I can't easily take leave, but Qiena's professional competence is no lower than mine.】

【Heavy drink: Is it necessary? He already discussed it with us earlier.】

【Don't give me a title, ahhhhh: We still need to have an attitude, right?】

【You have no right to harass me: …just follow what Leader Sister said, forget it.】

Just as we had originally envisioned, maybe we let them go overboard, which instead lets Little Snake seek stability from us more】

【Qiena: Hmm, you've become much more mature.】

【Ya: I taught you, ~ but since that's the case, there's still something we need to do.】

【Heavy drink: Do you want to contact them directly? Don't say extra stuff.】

【Ya: Won't provoke them, I promise not to pull any tricks, okay?】

【Yishamara: Aomo, what's your attitude?】

【Qiena: Yeah, what did he say?】

【You have no right to harass me: Not planning to escape, and still saying stuff about coming back early…】

【Ya: Oh? That's really bold.】

【Don't give me a title, ahhhhh: Isn't that completely unaware?】

【Qiena：？】

【You have no right to laugh at me：？】

【Don't give me a title ahhhhh：？.

What，what's wrong？】

【Ya：Grand Juanzhang really gets naive as soon as she gets involved with a man，and she even said she can't take leave tonight？】

【Don't give me a title ahhhhh：？？？】