Chapter 424

NO．7: Driving license grades are indeed not written in trainer files.

Driving a motorcycle and driving a car are two completely different concepts.

Just as the corresponding D‑level and C‑level driver's licenses, licenses A+ and below cannot be mixed legally.

Wanshan Siji actually didn't have high expectations for Aomo's racing skill, after all, unlike Chengtian Bai Ren, whom he had once surpassed and couldn't forget, this veteran driver had never seen Aomo go full throttle on the track.

Her racing invitation was merely a casual greeting, based on the premise that horse girls and trainers at Telesen rarely have driving licenses, let alone drive themselves.

To be honest, in all the years since she enrolled and graduated, she has never seen a horse girl or trainer drive to school.

This is also the current state of this era.

The convenient public transportation system, together with the well‑developed self‑driving AI, work hand in hand.

Besides professionals of passenger vehicles, the group willing to buy private cars and drive them manually is dwindling year by year.

Even though motorcycles and sports cars can still add points to mating prospects with a special sentimental boost among young people, their sales are also decreasing year by year.

On the other hand, regular household car sales have remained steady, after all, smart AI is now standard equipment for household cars.

Manual driving systems are naturally indispensable, and the usage statistics of their related companies also show an overall intermittent declining wave.

However, for the racing‑event community, the impact of this phenomenon is not significant.

After all, even in the past, people who drove private cars for fun or for convenience were not aiming for competition.

Those who truly strive for competition are originally just a small special group.

As long as there remains a desire to personally master speed and skill, and as long as there are sufficiently high prizes and admired fame, races will still be held and competitors will continue to appear.

And Wánshàn Sījī, too, had no shortage of a stage after retirement.

The legendary horse girl who commanded the wind and clouds on the racetrack also had world-class strength on the car track.

Even so, compared to horse girl races that occur almost every month—and if one doesn't mind the grade or region, there can be said to be several rounds each month, so many that one could hardly keep up.

The frequency of races in the car racing world is rather regrettable.

Although local races are still fairly frequent, it's also hard to find decent competitors.

This makes Wánshàn Sījī seem very idle.

She also regularly greets the car drivers in her social circle—'Wanna race?'

She doesn't even care what model the other person's car is or whether its performance is excessive; as long as it's a manual, that's fine.

At bottom, it's just messing around with friends.

She doesn't truly expect the other to be her equal, nor does she mind if the other cheats by using something like a teleportation device.

This is the composure of a world-class car racer.

At the same time, she also possesses self-awareness as a world-class car racer.

The expression of this self-awareness was actually quite familiar to her even when she was a horse girl.

On the track, on the road.

She has seen horse girls who ran out of steam and even collapsed, and she has seen car racers who ran out of steam and even collapsed.

Sending an invitation to friends inside the circle is like a joint‑run request, but sending an invitation to outsiders can only be called a joke.

Besides a certain tofu seller, who in a private car would be willing to race a world‑class car racer?

So she also completely doesn't mind trainer Lindun's several perfunctory attempts.

After all, it's just a joke; it's the usual opening of a chat card deck used when talking to car friends, so when she gave Aomo the multiple‑choice question 'Car racing or running—you must pick one,' she was actually looking forward to running.

Since she never expected car racing anyway, she might as well see for herself the true nature of the video that has the group heatedly discussing.

You should know that someone as idle as her is a regular in various chat rooms and the Umastagram forum.

When Bai Ren, Qianming, and Lu Daofu were together discussing whether trainer Lindun's speed, arm swing, and leg stride in the early, middle, and late phases were accurate, she kept going 'huh?'

This kind of scene, resembling a heated discussion over someone else's test answers, actually feels like a return to her active days.

——Analyzing other runners' techniques and training patterns together with friends and trainers… she missed those scenes, yet an unavoidable strong sense of discomfort rose in her heart.

The object that could make this group of old friends discuss like this shouldn't be a rookie horse girl, should it?

And moreover, the kind that is sufficiently outstanding.

Like Dōnghǎi Dìwáng who has a chance to achieve the Triple Crown, or like Tuōní Bīnkǎ who is supposed to finish smoothly—how could it be a…

……it's a trainer!

This made her pay a bit more attention to that newly assigned trainer she hadn't been very concerned about, and when she heard Qianming say he had gone to Hongying, Maruzensuki, who was just killing time in London, immediately took the initiative.

Aomo thought it was a casual greeting met by chance on the street, but in fact it was the result of the other party having staked out the spot beforehand; as for how they knew the route…

A certain pitch‑black Sunday only shows such enthusiasm at times like this.

She wished Aomo and his motorcycle could be blasted into the sky by Maruzensuki—anyway, that guy and his bike are equally sturdy, so being blasted might just wreck the bike.

Be bolder—let both sides take off together!

At that time, Maruzensuki was still surprised by the enthusiasm and thoroughness of that Sunday committee member, and while she was still asking Qianming for the other party's location, that committee member proactively contacted him.

The habit of frequently providing coordinates could be said to be completely different from the attitude of the racecourse back then.

Although it's unclear why, anyway, thanks for now.

But now……

Maruzensuki never imagined things would develop like this.

She doesn't understand!

Obviously Xiao Qianming and Lu Daofu both highly rated that trainer's emotional intelligence and insight, and she herself had noticed this in a few brief contacts, so why did she agree to car racing?

She even gave up his motorcycle, which looked like it had undergone illegal modifications and should be able to run faster than any street bike, a machine full of DIY elements, leaving herself to prepare a car…

This is……

Would she rather smash the pot and give up, yet still reject running?

Clearly he is a trainer who has long been in contact with runners like horse girls, and moreover he is a mercenary who should not lack exercise.

Wanshan Siji was somewhat speechless, feeling that perhaps there were still things happening that he didn't know about, but since things have come to this, such things don't matter.

Standing on the training field, she had to focus and run alongside these juniors.

Holding back would not be appropriate.

Afterwards, standing at the edge of the training field, she couldn't conveniently think much, but instead had to adopt a serious posture while operating her phone.

The jokes that had been tossed around a few times became real, so she couldn't just treat them as jokes; she was thinking whether to pull strings to get a race car, or simply let the other party choose from her family's garage.

As for the race, if the other side doesn't want to run, then let's not run.

Although she was somewhat curious, one couldn't say she was obsessed.

Just like inviting a race car, it's done casually; being refused doesn't matter.

On the contrary, if it were accepted……

"Are you sure you don't want to consider a motorcycle? I also have some connections for motorbike race cars."

After a phone call, she had the household servants drive all the race cars from the garage to the mock track in front of the race car venue; Wanshan Siji considered it repeatedly, but still hoped the other party would be more serious.

She had already taken this stance; if there really was no competitiveness at all, it would still be rather boring.

Just like when she ran with those five girls earlier, they all gave it their all, none were pulled far behind by her, and they all looked like very capable juniors.

It made her inevitably feel a sense of "Perhaps the times really have changed."

Although she didn't use her power outside the Three Goddesses System, nor did she open the Domain (Zone), she still had confidence to pull far ahead of the opponents lingering in her memory and imagination, enough to create a distant gap.

But these juniors were before those memories.

Even Ailisuzhi, who performed poorly in the preliminary, surpassed that phantom by three horse lengths.

She couldn't help but recall similarly meeting those old friends in the chat room, discussing industry changes.

That was still a topic she herself had participated in intensely.

She, who advocated the viewpoint that "horse girls will only get faster," at that time had the clearest feeling.

Horse racing is like that, and car racing is likewise.

Built upon sufficient stability, higher displacement and higher power continually raise the technical demands of race cars, while considering corresponding modifications to the track is also an ongoing innovation in the racing world.

It is far more frequent than in the horse racing world, yet also more stable.

After all, ordinary organizers find it hard to attract criticism like the URA Association does.

Wanshan Siji naturally had no objection to this; rather, she was pleased to see it.

The performance and handling difficulty of contemporary race cars, for someone like her a horse girl, are still far from the limit where she would feel strained.

On the contrary, it allows her to further feel that sense of wind‑like speed and lightning that can be experienced even after leaving the grass field.

The speed‑pursuing race track will always be a familiar domain for horse girls.

In such a domain, one always hopes that both parties can be earnest.

Rather than just messing around with casual driving or running.

Then she saw him walking toward the sports cars, looking left and right, even squatting to inspect the tires and chassis—a serious Aomo—turn his head and greet her:

"No need, these cars are all the same spec, aren't they? Just not traditional enough."

He said, then moved closer to the open car window, examining the instruments inside.

"Is Trainer Linton the type who does a lot of research on cars?"

Wanshan Siji was somewhat surprised.

Times have changed; the stereotype that men like guns, cars, and balls is hard to guarantee, so she rarely sees outside the circle anyone who knows car configurations.

"Can't say I have; it's only at the necessary basic stage."

"Necessary basic stage?" This kind of statement left even this well-informed horse girl a bit puzzled.

Then I saw the other person slowly rise, reach into their inner pocket, and pull out a certificate from inside their suit.

"Otherwise, I won't pass the license renewal every six years."