Chapter 479: NO.62: This talk about the beam not being straight……

NO. 62: This talk about the beam not being straight……

When Aomo returned from the passageway to the spectator seats, the first thing awaiting him was a barrage of complaints that stole the spotlight.

You're really slow to come back, Guinea Pig; you're not whispering something to Chazuo again, are you?

The brown-haired horse girl regarded the trainer with eyes full of suspicion, while he merely gave a helpless smile.

It's my first time taking the athlete's passage; I got a little lost, sorry sorry.

As he approached, the chestnut-red long-haired horse girl also stood up at the right moment and handed him her water bottle.

Master, your water.

Ah, thank you.

The trainer thanked and took it, then saw the cyber horse girl glance sideways, her movements slightly tense: 'And…'

…Aomo followed her gaze, merely patted her shoulder, and whispered, 'Let's change seats.'

Received.

After swapping seats, Aomo sat down in front of his neighboring seat, then heard someone nearby suddenly say: 'Generally speaking, those who come specially to cheer on the athletes would choose the front rows of the stands, right?'

That's true, but that kid doesn't need cheering." Aomo smiled toward the familiar face he hadn't seen in a while.

He didn't criticize the other's somewhat old-fashioned sense of fashion in shaping their outward image.

So compared to standing in front of the fence, I prefer the view here.

Overseeing the whole field, it's more instructive.

"Teaching?" Ludaofu Xiangzheng glanced at Aomo's side.

Whether it was Ailisuzhi glaring at Aomo with a displeased face upon hearing 'no need for cheering,' or beside her, Meipu Bogang, whom Xintiao Qian kept curiously questioning, they both still seemed immature.

Immature—the Emperor could certainly judge that, for she not only rules the racecourse but also rules beyond it.

Before retiring, she had already grasped the incredible authority of the Central Student Council; her conduct, every move, worked to create the convincing aura of a mature authority figure.

But the Emperor's side never had a trainer, only officials.

However, as Student Council President, one constantly deals with trainers, thus having seen all kinds of trainers.

But even so……

"You really are something special, Aomo Trainer."

"Everyone is special in their own way, Miss Ludaofu; observing different people always makes life more interesting."

"That sounds like personal experience."

"I would never dare to deceive the sovereign."

"You're joking; Aomo Trainer, you needn't be so solemn, for the Emperor is ultimately just a title."

"Right now, with everyone's eyes on you, merely coming to watch the race would cause a stir, let alone sitting here…" Aomo felt somewhat helpless.

No need to look around; the crowd's gazes are piercing, and even without needing to be vigilant, the saddest thing among them is that a few glances come from the side.

"I even want to behave more cautiously, otherwise later I might wonder whether I can walk out alive from your fan encirclement."

Ludaofu chuckled at his words: "But if you really were that restrained, it would clash with the image they have of you."

"Right now it's shameless versus nervous fifty-fifty," Aomo sighed, "the image crafted online is always a mess, and never unified."

Especially these past two months, he has deeply felt that.

The self discussed on the Rhode Island Forum, the self mentioned on the Clock Tower Network, the self criticized on Umastagram… there truly are many versions, each different.

Although there are a thousand faces for a thousand people, combining the opinions across these different sections, one might think Aomo is a Rubik's Cube.

"So, you want to unify them then? Aomo Trainer."

Hearing that, Aomo blinked slightly, then gave a wry smile: "No need, there's no need to trouble the Xiangzheng family over such a small matter."

"Really? I thought you actually needed help, after all this matter has blown up quite a bit."

"?"

It seemed like something important… sitting beside Aomo, Ailisuzhi, whose flexible ears were always in a slight swivel, turned her head to glance at her neighboring companion.

The pink-haired JK and the chestnut-haired horse girl were still watching the race and chatting, appearing to be engrossed in another topic, but the former was fine to speak of, while the latter's horse ears pointed exactly the same as her own.

"I see, thank you for going out of your way, President; I'm deeply sorry."

"It's mainly because of Chazuo's match, right? Tomorrow there's also Suzi's and Bo pang's matches, isn't there?" Ludaofu said, turning her gaze toward the lower racecourse.

The announcer declared the opening, and the voices of the mostly seated audience echoed from all directions; the dense sound waves seemed able to shake off the dampness left by last night's rainstorm.

"Quite popular, Manchester Chazuo! This horse girl hails from Central Treisen; she once participated as an independent horse girl in the New Horse Race and the Yayoi Prize, her condition was very poor, her results were all bad, and afterward she announced she was adjusting her physical state."

"And after being signed this year by that 'Problem Trainer,' this has become her first comeback race, and also her debut!"

"It's heard that many famous horse girls have come to this Sapporo Racecourse because of her, which has also rekindled confidence in her among many spectators."

Such introductions reached all sides via the public address systems available everywhere, both in the spectator stands.

"What's a 'Problem Trainer'? I might call the association—" "Don't! Miss Ludaofu, that would shift the focus from Chazuo to me!"

Also in the athlete's section.

"Whether she can overturn that past impression, let us—"

The announcer's words faltered slightly, and the image of the horse girl walking out of the passageway was faithfully captured by a drone, enlarged so that even spectators in the middle and rear could see it.

Thus the entire racecourse seemed to be immersed in an icy chill, lasting several seconds.

Just like the spectators near the passageway entrance.

Those standing in front of the fence were the first to fall silent.

In stunned disbelief, they witnessed the moment the horse girl stepped out of the passageway.

The black horse girl seemed to merge into the dim passageway, leaving only a pair of dim gold glows lacking warmth.

She was silent and aloof, lacking the horse girls' customary wave to the stands, and as she moved, a faint, near-illusory entourage could be seen surrounding her.

Her gaze lifted slightly toward the announcer's direction, and it seemed to return once more to the damp chill of last night's rainstorm.

He then scanned the audience seats again, promptly withdrew his gaze, and walked toward the gate.

"She seems a bit too nervous." Aomo said softly.

"... Indeed so."

Although he wasn't familiar with Chazuo's classmate, in the clear extra-large screen provided by the drone, the emperor could also notice a slight stiffness in the other's gait.

"But he also seems somewhat dissatisfied with the commentary, right?"

"So then!" Suzi glanced at Lu Dao Fu, then said in a dissatisfied low voice, "Trainer, you haven't encouraged her at all, have you?"

"I think it's not merely that encouragement would be useful; why not recall the stage Miss Sun God provided for you two days ago?"

Think back to that stage then...

The mock stage wasn't just a one-time affair, and Chazuo himself wasn't omitted.

Under the gaze of nearly 130,000 eyes, the almost clumsy Chazuo barely broke free from his friends' support and glanced at the other contestants entering the field one after another.

The way to stay calm on the mock stage, the first to take effect, is avoidance.

Turning one's gaze to the other people on the stage—this doesn't last long on the stage, but it's already enough on the field.

What you need to focus on is not the spectators but the opponents; OP-level matches are not G1, lacking a showcase segment where each appears in turn on a display platform.

——The trainer's words still rang in his ears, and that pair of inscrutable dark-gold eyes quickly swept over all the contestants.

Then he made every contestant stiff.

"...... Aomo trainer."

"Don't say it, I know."

Aomo, already covering his face with one hand, didn't want to hear any evaluation, especially since his light screen also emitted a notification sound.

He slightly opened his fingers, saw the terminal showing a sudden contact, and noticed Cheng Tian Bai Ren's avatar shaking.

【She has great potential! Next time I'll teach her alone!】

"......"