Chapter 422

No. 5: You can guess how many people have watched the recording

Training three horse girls at once sounds troublesome at first, but Aomo can clarify things for his subordinates.

Ailisuzhi, Meipubohang, and Manchengchazuo—training them isn't particularly troublesome; the tricky part is their daily interaction.

For someone as rational and cautious as Aomo, even though he only recently entered the field, his training plan still leans toward academic theory.

Precise calculations and accurate techniques—these are the running postures best suited to horse girls' bodies, and they follow established formulas derived from predecessors; one simply applies the formulas according to each girl's proportions.

Of course, such bodily proportion data isn't really suitable for someone of the opposite sex to understand.

Aomo can learn the three girls' height and weight with a perfectly official demeanor, but it's hard for him to bluntly ask about their three measurements.

But that's fine.

Assign the relevant formulas to Ailisuzhi so she can calculate her own and those of her two colleagues.

In calculation‑related research, Meipubohang and Ailisuzhi can both be said to outperform Aomo—provided Aomo doesn't use mechanical monster cards.

As for the biggest problem trainers usually face—horse girls refusing to follow instructions or being unable to learn no matter how they're taught——

Aomo is undoubtedly fortunate.

Cyber horse girl and researcher horse girl are both outstanding in thoroughly implementing 'precision' and 'accuracy', while the spiritual horse girl, whose classification is far apart, does not have great compatibility with this training style, but does not resist or complain.

That is why he is said to be a fortunate trainer.

The two horse girls suit the training method, while the remaining one is also well-behaved, neither arrogant nor willful, but instead works hard silently, not wanting to be outdone by her two companions.

The main advantage of being in charge of multiple horse girls is essentially this.

They come with a competition buff, making it hard to fall into complacency.

However, because the two-month training includes guidance from a Triple Crown horse girl, the three horse girls' most needed training focus right now is not speed.

Strength, literally as the word suggests.

Endurance, or rather stamina.

Grit, or rather perseverance.

Intelligence, or rather mental power.

These four aspects, plus practical experience, are the focus of the training plan Aomo devised for them.

Practical experience is inherently hard to supplement, after all, parallel running only systematically raises values, letting the horse girls feel the state of different running styles.

Just like—these three types: leading, stalking, chasing—often require other horse girls as 'reference points' to confirm one's position and pace.

This feeling cannot be simulated by single-player mode.

In the era when virtual reality technology was not yet developed, parallel running and direct participation were the only two solutions.

But now……

【Grass, 4800m, sunny】

【Confirmed】

【Data loaded, random horse girls generated, please enter the gate in order】

With a female voice announcement of unknown source echoing through the training field, Aomo stood before the stands, watching the five horse girls and thirteen pale-blue horse girl silhouettes take their places at the metal gate, marveling at the goodness of technological advancement.

Of course, it's not just technology.

The complex pattern used to correct the image and field feedback is obviously some kind of magic array.

With today's technological development, a single field still often encounters problems hard to overcome, but such problems become easy to solve when switched to another field.

Just like a source energy mechanical staff, achieving automatic source energy release is not difficult, but how to let customers easily and precisely choose spells, and how to let the staff itself precisely judge the battle situation—this field would be overly troublesome to write solely using the source energy system.

It would be better to use a mechanical carrier, write a commonplace control system to interact with source energy.

Aside from researchers single-mindedly devoted to study and college students trying to avoid plagiarism checks, ordinary people will not obsess over reaching the pinnacle in a single field.

That is why there are so many works mixing technology and source energy to fill gaps.

But the competitive field is different.

The concept called 'purity' has always been crucial in this field.

Any operation that reduces 'purity' will be looked down upon; even if victory is won, no one will cheer for it……

——except gamblers.

But that's another topic; Aomo, who has not participated in gambling for three matches, is now also helping students pursue the path of purity, gazing at those powerful hooves that break through the swift wind and tear the grass in the countdown.

4800 meters, not considering the possible major race reform next year, this distance is undoubtedly the benchmark for long-distance races.

Whether it's the final battle of the classic Triple Crown—the Chrysanthemum Prize—

or the final battle of the Autumn Classic Triple Crown—the Arima Memorial—

are this distance.

This is also a distance that none of the three horse girls, including Bourbon, have challenged.

Many racing horse girls, when facing interviews, often discuss one problem: the experience of facing different distance tracks.

For athletes who rarely encounter long distances, their answers are largely the same.

Unease, fear.

A track so wide that the finish line cannot be seen, the heart always lacks confidence.

Not knowing where one is, even feeling panic about getting lost.

Now is precisely the time to have them overcome this, especially on the field……

"Whoa, already running? And it's still long distance? Little Hero's long distance is quite impressive!"

When the vivid orange-red skirt hem came into view, Aomo immediately knew the person's identity.

After all…… a few days ago the other person was also sitting in the driver's seat in that outfit, far away, sending an invitation.

I thought I could drag it out a few more days……

Aomo didn't turn to look at the other person, just gazed at the large screen rising in the training field.

This could be seen as a courtesy, giving the horse girl who had blatantly leapt onto the adjacent seat platform the composure to smooth her skirt.

Then, together with Aomo, they watched the five horse girls and thirteen pale blue silhouettes that had already drifted apart.

On the light screen hanging at the starting gate, it even noted the delay records of several horse girls.

It was apparent that they were not very accustomed.

Including the little witch who was also invited, everyone had a delay ranging from half a second to two seconds.

This proved quite fatal.

It also allowed Mei Pubofang, who ought to be accustomed to the escape-horse running method and lead like a fugitive, to temporarily stand on equal footing with the Desert Hero.

The latter was like a light splitting the horizon, unlike its usual artistic and restrained demeanor; its posture on the track was wild and desperate, its aggressive steps imparting immense pressure on the other horse girls.

This also left Aomo immensely satisfied, responding to the horse girl beside him earlier:

"That is precisely why it is necessary to invite her to run alongside everyone."

"Aren't you worried about the possibility of a sudden setback?" Wanshan Siji asked.

With her meteoric, briefly dazzling record, saying this carries full persuasive power—a red supercar that overwhelms everything by fifty-four horse lengths, whose roaring final kick once made it hard for other contestants on the same track to keep up.

Having her spirit crushed by an exaggerated gap was a fairly common occurrence in her era.

Rather, it remains quite common even to this day.

The golden years ushered in by Ludaofu Xiangzheng's generation were each a continuation of legend, brimming with countless prodigies, and thus it was inevitable that there would be failures trampled beneath.

Every trainer must pay attention to instilling fighting spirit and confidence in their girls, while Aomo…

His method is rather special, not easily replicated.

"Don't worry, I believe you also know that they have actually run alongside Qianming, Bairen, and Miss Dazhenhan."

"Mmm… but I don't think Little Qianming and the others would bully people like that!"

Wanshan Siji's implication was that the three of them had been holding back, after all, it was only training.

Aomo did not deny that possibility, merely nodding as his eyes remained fixed on the dark runner gradually closing the distance, trailing behind the Desert Hero.

Mancheng Chazuo, possessing an aptitude for long distances.

Even though she had never set foot in a Grade‑1 long‑distance race, she could quickly adapt to the 'loneliness' brought by unfamiliar tracks.

Of course…… perhaps it was simply because she was not actually alone.

As dark red diffused into the brown, Aomo could make out many blurred outlines beside the child.

"But I still believe in them."

"After all, our goal is the Dream Cup, and they are not the sort of good children who would frivolously fill in goals."

Having said that, Aomo suddenly turned his head:

"However, Miss Wanshan…"

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

"Since you've come as well, why not give the juniors a lesson?"

Someone like this, who comes to the door with a purpose in hand, Aomo naturally feels no pressure to show respect to idols or elders when directing them.

Moreover, it can be used appropriately to change the subject.

"Huh?" Just like those whom Aomo would conscript for labor, Wanshan Siji likewise turned her head, revealing a look of astonishment.

But in the next second, this woman—though retired for several years, merely because she retired early, her actual age not much different from Ludaofu Xiangzheng and Qianming—drew slightly closer, revealing a somewhat mischievous smile.

"Sure, but after this you'll have to give me a rematch, how about that?"

"Uh…"

The fragrance assailed the nose, giving the demon's nostrils an itch, and at the same time he had to face the fact that his attempt to change the subject had failed.

Moreover…… there were even more failing aspects.

"Is it racing or running? You must choose one!"

"..."

From the blue‑green child's eyes, which held a smile, he sensed a hint of mischief; Aomo, somewhat belatedly, recalled the fact that although the other was not a student council member, they occasionally showed up around the student council.