Chapter 488: NO．71：Moonlight Hiding in the Shadows

NO．71：Moonlight Hiding in the Shadows

Generally speaking, the winners' stages of horse girls usually have their customary repertoire.

After all, practicing singing and dancing are both troublesome tasks, and the classic repertoire in school is usually the likes of the legendary horse songs such as "Uesugi Piyo Legend", "Makedebut", "Yume Yoka Ke", "Winning the Soul", and "Ier".

Following the principle of "I just learned song and dance, can I not use it?", the early competition stages were also occupied by these songs that were getting old to the audience's ears, yet they still enjoyed them endlessly.

But since the emphasis was placed on the early stage, one cannot help but mention a common phenomenon in games: new players dress properly, while old players go crazy and overstep the bounds.

This is also called: the old veterans always have their own unique aesthetic.

Thus, songs not limited to those composed by the URA Association were massively mixed into the winners' stages.

Just as a certain free-spirited woman even sang Gata on stage to torment her backup dancers, the URA Association was tolerant of this, and even had a business department deliberately go through the process, reaching copyright purchase agreements with multiple music publishing companies.

Of course, if one has the conditions—or bluntly put, if one's grades are good enough—the URA Association will even proactively contact that horse girl and her trainer to discuss creating a personal song or even an album.

As everyone knows, the lifeline of the URA Association is precisely tied to these idol-like horse-eared girls.

Packaging and promoting horse girls is not only an alternative publicity for the competition, but it naturally also gives back to the organizers.

Although most horse girls and trainers lack goodwill toward the association, it is also hard to deny that the horse girls' careers are also closely related to the URA Association.

But now, having just won an OP-level race, the Manchester Tea Seat obviously does not yet qualify to receive a personal song.

Indeed, Aomo did not set the winners' stage repertoire for Tea Seat before the race; opening champagne before the race is not auspicious, and even if he knew the participants' list and their current conditions, he still had to guard against the possibility of poisoned milk.

Secondly, let the child sing what she wants to sing; he believes in Tea Seat's well-behaved and sensible nature.

It certainly won't go so far as to do something very troublesome, which would make the most popular song on the bullet screen.

But...

"Feelings and Memories' Sway? ~" / Emotions and Memories' Sway

"If Chosen for Something Special?" / Even if chosen to become something special

"Only the Gods Know~" / Only the gods know

"Evidence of Life" / Evidence of Life

"Moonlight Hiding——!" / Moonlight Hiding in the Shadows

"Cry Echoing in the Crowd" / Cry Echoing in the Crowd

"Entangled Ghost's Shaking Off Impossible!

?" / Unable to Escape the Entangled Spirits

You better want to get rid of it...

Aomo sighed inwardly, listening to that child's voice unlike before from below the stage, that rare high pitch truly excellent, clearly a month ago that child would still show a cute tone if too eager, but now she can handle that kind of hoarse high note.

Privately, I probably also secretly practiced... Regarding the privacy and personal space of the girls in the agency, Aomo always subconsciously avoids, and thus only in such times does he have genuine surprise.

Undoubtedly a surprise.

After all, this is indeed a song he likes.

That child deliberately sang his favorite song on stage, thus also giving a few points of "this feels like singing just for me", but looking at the struggling condition of her two backup dancers beside her...

Perhaps one should also lament that this child's "rebellious phase" has finally arrived.

The young lady of the splendid clan having to perform to such repertoire would likely be a deeply impressive experience.

"The Idol Born from Her Heart" / The Idol Born from Her Heart

"Endless Thunder" / Endless Thunder

"Always Regenerated in the Mind" / Always Regenerated in the Mind

"Can't Escape Anymore? I Don't Know!" / Can't Escape Anymore? I Don't Know!

"In Her Darkness——No Answer!

?" In this darkness, there is no answer

With such a heavy piece, it seems as if it could add a touch of profundity to that pitch black, while the audience who seemed completely indifferent merely waved their dark gold cheer sticks frenziedly, thus thoroughly immersing the venue into the idol stage atmosphere.

Then what about the Three Goddesses?

Surely they wouldn't care about such a small stage victory?

Aomo was still looking around when a hand reached out from behind, wanting to pat him at the moment he turned back and grabbed it, nearly twisting it.

"Stop stop stop! It's me it's me it's me!

Bi Ze's voice made him silent, but more importantly, he caught a glimpse of familiar purple hair in that generally dim stage, with only the stage lights shining above.

The dimness could not hinder the demon's dark red eyes; he could fully confirm that instant of familiarity was that of the one of the Three Goddesses he had only ever interacted with.

Dalia Arabella, purple-haired green child, temper explosive like Zhouri Ningjing's horse girl, her true self's temper not as friendly and perfect as the brown-haired avatar simulated by AI.

But it is precisely such her who gave Aomo a deep impression just now.

That monster-like black mighty steed aura, no wonder as the deity formed from the ancestor horse transformed, its oppression far surpasses that of the white Ren carrying shadows.

Wait... oppression?

Having realized some attribute commonality, Aomo calmly accepted the fact that the other's figure was again submerged by the crowd, and did not step forward to confirm, nor was it necessary to pay respects.

Thinking that he himself probably should also accept reality, and should also ponder the possibility that Tea Seat herself has abnormal preferences.

That child... perhaps from the very beginning did not need Zhouri Ningjing's kind of protection.

As he was brainstorming in his mind, recalling various signs from past interactions with Tea Seat, and even those several astonishing displays when she communicated with him using Zhouri Ningjing's spirit body, someone was also struggling hard.

"Hey hey hey, shouldn't you let go?"

"Didn't the Barrel Beast X teach you not to rashly act against others?"

"He is teaching! Loosen a bit, loosen a bit!"

Seeing this guy struggling hard in that subtle manner, also not wanting to mention the topic of magic-enhanced strength, Aomo released his hand and slightly nodded to the audience turning back ahead.

They might not recognize Aomo as the center-stage trainer, but they could see the two tall men beside Bi Ze.

Especially when Mann's usual posture and his female companion Dollyeo of equal build stand together, it equals the oppression of three big men.

So they would be very tolerant and turn back to continue cheering, only their movements were a bit stiff.

By comparison, the special Vile on the side also noticed this group of people, but this alien didn't care at all, his hands wrapped in slimy tentacles still tightly gripping the cheering baton, letting out an "oh-oh" call that blended into the ranks toward the stage.

How to put it, it's a bit embarrassing.

But when everyone is like this, you can deeply feel what "unity is strength" means.

That strength can even change your perception, making you doubt whether it's you who doesn't join that has the problem.

But those with strong will won't waver like this; as long as you firmly believe the world has the problem, you can be given the surname Uchiha (crossed out), and thus become Zero!

But if you don't want to become a masked bean sprout or a fan-shaped schizophrenic, you can look at everything with tolerance like Aomo does, as if you were the doctor managing this asylum, full of tolerance for every patient.

And for those who aren't patients, such as alien infants, the doctor would simply not hesitate to show contempt!

First greet David and Mann and the others, then look toward this guy who is staring extraordinarily curiously at the Metoron alien.

Considering Bi Ze is also a special effects cook, Aomo wasn't surprised by his curiosity about the suit-clad true form, but the gaze of the Bellstar Beast was piercing, making him inevitably ask: "Is the Bar Beast X still talking to you now?"

"No, he called me two minutes ago to ask me to pass on his greetings, to you, and also to this... uh, Miss Bei Zi?"

Bi Ze tried very hard, but only lasted two seconds, and just failed the "don't look there" challenge.

The southern hemisphere's visual magnetism is beyond ordinary people to resist.

And naturally, he reaped the contempt from the latter and his partner, passed down in the same vein: "Do we know each other that well? Even partners wouldn't call me like that."

It's not that, I'm just not used to the way xx sauce is called... Aomo thought to himself.

As a non-Jidong person, he felt that such a term was rather greasy, girls calling each other that is pleasing to the eye, but coming from a man's mouth...

He has never worked in a sauce processing factory.

But Bi Ze had been in that alternate-world Japan, which shares the same origin as Jidong culture, for so long that he likely had no cultural barrier in this regard.

However, shouting "Bei Zi" right at the start was still somewhat over the top, Aomo thought Bi Ze had probably committed the common low-level mistake among transmigrators—recklessly addressing known characters by their titles or nicknames.

This usually only happens among transmigrators who talk to themselves or lack social common sense, and Aomo hadn't seen Bi Ze this foolish in three months.

But his reaction wasn't slow either; he immediately apologized, while Aomo had already been chatting softly with David about Uma Musume.

Of course, David's enthusiasm for Uma Musume was nowhere near that of his older brother Mann, he just thought:

"Aomo, are you the trainer of that horse girl? Is it okay to stand this far away? I heard you have quite a few friends here..."

Normal friends, when they come over, first ask about your condition, then about your relationship management, very brotherly.

Unlike Bi Ze, who first looks at the suit person on the left, then at the southern hemisphere on the right, can only be said to be brothers Qin.

"It's precisely because of those friends that I stand this far away, it's fine, that child can see this side, after all, I'm the one who pushed that child."

"Pushing your child," Bi Ze said gloomily from the side at some unknown time, "have you ever thought about how everyone will view Chazuo after this match?"

"Going dark style~" Aomo said lightly, not difficult to understand Bi Ze's meaning.

"The signs of a dark skyscraper have already appeared, several matches ahead of time!" Bi Ze emphasized.

This made Aomo recall that this guy's understanding of Uma Musume is still based on a game, and their era's real horse racing.

That also counts as a kind of script in some sense, although the meaning isn't great, it can still offer some reference for the fate of the horse girl's soul.

"How will it be early?"

"How will it be? I really can't believe this is the question you'd ask, you usually don't go around holding me up with one example after another?"

"Sometimes I also humbly accept instruction."

"It will make everyone think Chazuo looks this way entirely because of you, then you can see your reputation become even cooler."

"Just that?" Realizing the two weren't on the same wavelength, Aomo let out a sigh of relief.

"Not enough? Aren't you the one who cares most about rejecting your reputation?"

"I've felt indifferent these past few days."

"Ah? What happened?" Keeping his gaze on the distant stage, but also listening to this side, David joined the conversation.

"You want to ask about what happened... that could be quite a lot, by the way, David, does your mercenary squad earn the bounties on those wanted posters?"

"Of course we do! But still, dangerous targets still need a meeting to decide." He said, glancing at the side where his older brother, already waving the cheering baton amid his female companion covering her face, ran off.

"It won't be too dangerous, but there are many people, individual bounties are low, pooling them makes it quite objective, how about it? Interested?"

"This kind of activity..." David scratched his head.

Looking at his earnest friend, then glancing at his two eye-catching companions beside him.

And not being a virgin, with his girlfriend right beside him, he didn't need to do the "don't look there" challenge, his gaze almost without pause fell on that Metoron alien.

"Related to him?" He asked softly, just making a random guess.

But it was obviously correct, earning Aomo's approving gaze.

"Exactly, if you're interested, let's talk in detail later."