Chapter 604: NO.186 Aomo: Aimu Zhiji Voluntarily Reopens to Challenge Again!

In the midst of another call rising from below the spectator seats, Aomo lifted the red cord in his hand.

The end of the red cord was tied to that gold‑red amulet, just as it was originally made.

The similarity was so high that Aomo couldn't help wondering how many times this thing had changed hands.

Nor could it be ruled out that the three goddesses had long shared a trademark, consistently shaping the same symbol.

But this didn't really matter.

As long as the effect remained, the appearance was secondary, and verifying the effect was simple.

"Oh! Would it emit orange light like this?"

The girl's eyes, beautiful and deep as purple agate, were full of wonder, but the delicate hand she reached out did not go toward the amulet.

Instead, it was aimed at the card in the young man's hand.

She couldn't reach it, falling just short by a hair.

Zhen Ji Ling heard this, fell silent for a moment, then suddenly asked:

"I brought this along for you; drink it after the race." Aomo said calmly.

"People like you, who are utilitarian, often think the result matters more than the process."

The drink was, as always, the familiar honey special.

Does the nickname "Aizhi‑sister" again carry some hidden meaning?

"You'd rather he call you Di Shao Fen Arabian, just as he probably hopes you'd call him Mephistopheles."

But if you wanted to give that thing to Aizhi‑sister, you'd also have to make sure you normally wear it……

The boy muttered slowly, then looked again at the amulet in his hand—even if your seven fingers burst with radiance, the amulet could still lose its light.

"Must you really beat around the bush, Lin Dun trainer?"

At the same time, he glanced with the corner of his eye at the amulet whose glow shifted from orange to blue.

"Do you think that exchanging a shrine for more direct, brief communication would be an unacceptable consequence?"

For a moment, my mind turned over many things, even picking up again the memory files of Zhen Ji Ling and Aimu Zhiji, which were utterly different in scale.

"That's his little reverence for the moral kidnapping of the gods!"

This made Zhen Ji Ling look at the glowing amulet in his hand, then at the honey special drink in his other hand, and he immediately made a clicking‑tongue sound.

"Ha… thanks for deliberately taking Dali's class for me; otherwise I'd really know whether that shrine could be preserved."

Because the finger holding the card bent and snapped together, then turned the wrist—the finger still held an object, only now it was a straw still in its packaging instead of the card.

"This is too exciting—if even the male god feels it's slow, are you being indirect or direct, getting straight to the point?"

"But he still understood what that meant—back then you could still gain a bit of luck from a horse girl's delayed debut, and if you tried again now……"

"Bound by the white dark, Weaver Male One."

She laughed with great delight, then posed a dangerous question: "Eh~ big brother, don't you plan to watch Karen's run with your own eyes?"

But the questioner was this broad‑looking Zhen Ji Ling.

"……That really is an unexpected address."

"If you could foresee that step, why not just give it to you? This girl, since she even suspects her sister's soul is attached beneath her, would surely also hold at least a basic reverence for the eight male gods."

Thin and light, just like the flavor of JunChuan JiangSheng, with no need for licorice.

"You know why he's here, but you haven't finished preparing the thing for him."

And just as you were worrying, you saw this thing emit a faint blue glow from within, bringing a bit of coolness in the scorching summer.

"Can the Dream Cup and competition reform let a career restart?"

"Crossing fate's victory, stepping out of your gloom—such a rebirth, could it possibly let even one of the eight earn the favor of all?"

"An open‑ended question naturally has no open‑ended answer, so I only said:"

"Do you have such an obligation? This child is practically praying to you."

"You've already opened the door from within; once you've got the amulet, you should leave."

"You'd think even the Dali Arabian pavilion would appreciate coming your way."

"Bai Shan, he can find what he wants here."

It looked as if it had lost its divine power, but Zhen Ji Ling understood that he simply had found the right way to activate it.

Whether as a roommate, a friend, a relative met the day before yesterday, or…… from the perspective of himself as a trainer?

"In order to make you vanish in an instant, you should be wasting time."

"Just like the old tale of demons and gods betting, only this time your positions are reversed—will you take it up, Male God pavilion?"

——

Even now, I can still see my own earlier agitation.

Having said that, I lifted the amulet again, signaling Zhen Ji Ling to reach out and catch it, while I simultaneously broke it down from top to bottom into a block‑shaped "disassembly".

"Hasn't anyone said his personality is quite exciting? Lin Dun trainer, even if your AI's core is love, you can still handle it."

"If he ever wanted to be a trainer, going into business would also be pretty bad."

But all of that still shows a bit of sinicization.

"What a picky answer—either that, or the slyness of a teacher's style."

In the question, the term "older brother" is a downplay of the "younger sister" role; is that the angle from which it's asked?

"Eh, bad, so you're saying—if Aimu Zhiji could have stepped onto the Yayoi Sho track earlier and even undergone a rebirth in the Satsuki Sho, would you all then favor you more?"

"Thanks for the praise—before sending a certain businessman to prison, you really did have the illusion that the threshold for business was high… So? How do you feel about that project?"

"Did you get the later part wrong?"

"That would be called a crappy trainer~"

"That's pretty cowardly, right?"

"Almost?"

"So low, Shao Fen, Arab man, you are, Aimu Zhiji older sister needs a delayed investment."

"How to view Aimu Zhiji? — That question seems capable of a very complex answer, after all the question itself is already sufficiently vague."

"This gap cannot be made up."

"He promised you wouldn't have that future? A promise to the gods?"

"The sigh sounded, and the whole person also disappeared in place."

"That question is somewhat lacking in suddenness, and compared with the later topic it shows a bit of disjunction, but sudden questions are always important; this shows that in the questioner's mind it does not have lower priority than the original topic."

"Even though the other person still holds a bag outside their hand, swaying back and forth, with a smiling face as if asking about something trivial, Aomo still consciously falls into thought — what exactly do you want to ask?"

"So that counts as being reborn, right?"

"You feel a headache, feeling that even if you say you made it yourself by hand, you can see it will be cherished by the other person and carried around."

"Since he already knows…"

"According to your understanding, you all once paid tribute to thunder and storm to seek blessings; that ritual was simplified into the victor's stage, often not favored by the horse girls, resulting in weakening."

"Brother, how does he view Aizhi older sister?"

"Has nobody ever told him that nitpicking is annoying?"

"While making you realize this, you again look toward the spot where Aomo disappeared."

"If it were someone else, they'd probably feel this doesn't match that honey-like girl, but that girl accepted it satisfactorily."

"Seize the moment, since there are no clues," Aomo raised his phone, "Go first to those few addresses he sent later to do some investigation, and along the way flip through Vega older sister's recent match records."

"To face the 'Overlord'... is that so? Truly facing one's own horse-racing destiny, this man whose displayed desire is extremely weak will miss that weakest stage."

"Oh? He wants to use that to gamble?"

"The light of peaceful serenity, for both of them, is better than nothing; one can only say that this great imperial guard lacks its own activation judgment mechanism."

"Pressing against the girl's hand, after the other person hesitantly pinches it, a drink bag is again extended."

"Could it be that the Eight Male Gods are the gods of the horse girls?"

"You came precisely to waste time with the male god over the horse girls' situation; perhaps you'll be blamed by the priests for blasphemy, but you absolutely have the stance of feeling guilty as a trainer."

"Find a chance to let you wear it; after that, hoping you can also run a bad result, a mock race."

"As expected... the teacher who proposed the 'feigned' theory..."

"This chill also similarly swept across the mind."

"Recently, in the supplementary horse racing knowledge class of Xintiao Qian:"

"In fact, Aimu Zhiji, in the preliminary battle before the Gaoyue Prize—the Yayoi Prize—lost narrowly in first place to Narita Road, coming in second."

"Then came the Gaoyue Prize; Aizhi's popularity was first but ranked sixth. Conversely, this race, Good Opera, won unexpectedly; with popularity ranked sixth, it displayed an unmatched final sprint to victory, thus opening the Overlord's road."

"But in the Jiemen district, due to the randomness of the three goddesses pulling souls to create horse girls, Good Opera debuted early, letting those who always enjoy challenges and seek more splendid stages for their own joy have their Good Opera become even more delightful."

"At the same time, this also means Aimu Zhiji's Gaoyue Prize need not be used as a stepping stone by Good Opera—but it became a stepping stone for other horse girls."

"This is also a hurdle of 'fate', and also the precondition for the bet between Xiao She and the goddess."

"(At the same time, in fact, Aimu Zhiji's racing career lasted only one year; here, Aimu Zhiji, after running for a year, has an unfavorable state."