Chapter 200: Beware the Maruzen Driver!

Even Aomo, who is practiced at observation, accustomed to speculation, and always orderly in his actions, had to admit that the phrase 'contrary to expectation' appears with a very unfavorable high frequency in his life so far.

Especially since this month began.

Things always turn out differently than expected, just as he had been more interested in Miss Dahe Chiji, but before he could actively engage to learn more, the more proactive Futejia barged into the conversation.

Then the subsequent topic became all about motorcycles.

The motorcycle's name.

The motorcycle's exterior design.

The motorcycle's performance.

The motorcycle's parts condition.

The topic gradually developed to a point where Aomo could barely keep up, for although he liked motorcycles, his research was still at the level of a casual enthusiast.

His obsession with motorcycles mainly came from works like Kamen Rider and Ghost Rider, rather than a pure love for them as a vehicle enthusiast.

So when Futejia began talking about engine output, began talking about the most talked-about engine horsepower on the market, Aomo's smile began to turn forced.

It was only when Miss Dahe Chiji suddenly interjected, shifting the topic to the trainer, that he let out a slight sigh of relief.

He also found it hard to judge this girl.

Because he habitually opposed Futejia, it was understandable that he would sabotage the topic.

Being more concerned about the trainer's dead‑to‑the‑world sleep than about motorcycles was also understandable.

Noticing Aomo's unintentionally undisguised troubled smile, the possibility of rescuing him from fire and water could also regard the other's silent sigh before speaking as a sign of suspicion.

Anyway, thanks are indeed due.

Rather than 'a hard‑working child,' Aomo first felt that this was a very considerate, worry‑free child.

Let's thank again later; for now it's time to part.

Actually no help was needed, but Futejia was so enthusiastic that she didn't refuse, and together they helped Trainer Xiqi Feng into the agent's car, one on each side, after which Aomo bade farewell to the two horse girls and that agent who gave a simple greeting.

He also didn't live in the trainer dorms like they did, let alone possess a vehicle himself.

He, who had unlocked the Beta motorcycle, felt a bit ill at ease, and under the scorching gaze of Futejia's classmate leaning against the car window, he drove side by side with that private car.

Then, amidst the black flames erupting together from the front and the exhaust port, he achieved an instantaneous burst of acceleration.

Originally intended to turn toward the city center more quickly at the fork, but it seemed to produce an unexpected effect——

——the gaze from behind, drifting away, became even more scorching.

I didn't expect Teileisen to also have a little girl with matching tastes; although I'm rather happy, I always feel the educational policy has gone somewhat awry.

If this continues, it's likely to develop from a somewhat delinquent‑tempered high school girl into a biker gang big sister.

Aomo, who had just a few hours earlier turned a gang of bikers into a total‑loss car crash for all of them, felt somewhat uneasy inside.

But it's not his own subordinate girl; at worst he could just mention it to Trainer Xiqi when he turns back.

Although horse girls themselves pursue extreme speed in medium‑ and long‑distance runs, their performance can make one think 'these girls don't need vehicles at all,' but who ever stipulated that running fast means you must abandon a vehicle?

In Central, Miss Wanshan Siji is also quite famous—a professional racer who can place in the top three in Terra Federation racing events; that bright‑red sports car modeled after the tachlp400s retro classic also serves as alternative proof of the horse girls' yearning for speed, just like that sports car that whooshes past nearby… like…

?

Gazing at the crimson sports car drifting around the corner, drawing a beautiful arc, Aomo issued a question mark.

That overly striking design really leaves little chance of misidentification; even an imitation could hardly achieve such a splendid drift overtake—but this is the road to the urban area… oh, it's still just the outer ring road approaching the city from the suburbs, and this segment happens to be the highway outer ring, so it's fine.

Aomo felt no competitive stir at all, had no intention to speed up, merely maintained the highway's minimum speed steadily, then waited for the slowing red sports car.

And the window was slowly lowered.

The federation‑standard left‑hand drive seat made it convenient for the other to perform this dangerous side‑by‑side window‑opening maneuver.

"Are you Trainer Lindun?" the female voice, buffeted by the wind, asked thus; the lowered window indeed revealed a head topped with a pair of brown horse ears.

Those blue‑green eyes, quite similar to Qianming representative's, turned to look as well, reflecting a black helmet covering the face.

Unlike Miss Wanshan Siji, who blatantly ignores traffic rules, Mr. Aomo Lindun is clearly a safety advocate; he not only wears helmet and gloves properly, but at this moment he slightly shifts his grip, widening the distance from the red sports car beside him.

"It's me; if you have anything to say, just say it, Miss Wanshan Siji—I can hear you."

A devil and a horse girl also indeed need not, like ordinary people, let the wind noise make the car distance dangerous.

"Actually it's nothing much, just a bit surprising to run into you like this." As Miss Wanshan Siji said this, she even activated the car's convertible mode—deploying, folding, all in one go—allowing her to face head‑on the gale that ordinary people cannot endure.

A head of hair also immediately began to dance wildly behind her head.

For a mature horse girl, this wind at that speed is hardly a problem, especially for one like her who defied fate and nearly achieved the Triple Crown.

In horse‑girl history there is a group called the Illusory Triple Crown, referring to those whose strength is enough to reach the average line of the Triple Crown record, yet who failed to achieve the Triple Crown.

The reason Wanshan Siji didn't win the Triple Crown was that her year's Chrysanthemum Prize was excessively competitive.

There were those who called the ttg three swordsmen 'Dongshang Xiaozi,' 'Shidian,' 'Lvcao,' and also the Triple Crown winners from Anmei District and her hometown Hongying District came here hoping to collect stamps for achievements, causing her to lose the championship by a neck‑margin narrow deficit, finishing second.

That's what the Triple Crown means: the more competitive kings there are, the fiercer the competition, and the harder it is for a Triple Crown winner to emerge.

Wanting to increase its prestige is one matter; whether after the increase a single winner can be decided is another.

Ordinary horse girls regard winning any kind of Triple Crown as their ultimate pursuit, but for this horse girl—whose title is also associated with a red sports car—she and her trainer seek only to decide speed.

"Starting from the outermost gate doesn't matter, prize money isn't needed; I just want to prove this horse girl's ability"—the trainer's remark is exactly her resolve and goal, as she enters the Jidong Derby and takes on the Chrysanthemum Prize; thus even if she ultimately misses the Triple Crown, she feels her life is sufficiently complete.

13 wins out of 13 battles—this record looks virtually invincible at first glance, infinitely approaching the undefeated legend of that phantom horse girl.

After retiring she immediately became a professional racer, shuttling through the Terra Federation's city‑area professional races——this doesn't hinder her occasional returns to the Jiemen district to visit old friends and follow the races; one can only say the Terra Federation's internal transportation system is indeed excellent.

Routes and plans are rich, not lacking in speed; by comparison, the circular highway the two are on is already very conservative.

Especially, it's rare for Wanshan Siji not to have maxed out the speed; instead she slowed down to ride side by side and chat.

She gave his motorcycle a few pointing‑out remarks.

"When I heard Xiao Qianming say that, I thought she was exaggerating—I didn't expect Trainer Lindun's motorcycle design to really be this special~"

She also said that?

Aomo was somewhat surprised; he naturally knew that the 'Xiao Qianming' she spoke of was the Qianming representative, and the 'Dongshang Xiaozi' who bore the 'Heavenly Horse' title, her contemporary, was precisely the senior whom the Qianming representative had expressed respect for in an interview.

This horse girl appears in the student council, and is also the most senior.

There's even more extravagant, but it's really inconvenient to display.

The second stage that pairs with the rider's demonization, the Beta motorcycle's transformation also fully leans toward the 'demon motorcycle' kind of 'demon concept'.

The styling, handled by the professional stylists of the frontier lighthouse, is naturally extravagant enough to scare the young bikers from the foreign lands out of their wits.

Eh? Why?

After the next intersection, I'm about to turn, eager to head home.

"Like that, then I should be able to look forward to the future?" After challenging traffic safety again, she tilted her head and blinked, Wanshan Siji, though a senior figure who graduated several years ago, has an unexpectedly playful personality.

Ah, of course, please look forward to it.

As the conversation shifted direction, Aomo just happened to enter the slope leaving the outer ring road, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Cleary just a few simple sentences of conversation gave him considerable pressure, and Wanshan Siji's traffic habits possess the freedom of a Qianming-level representative.

This also made him very worried.