Chapter 624: NO.205: Don't you want to hear what you're saying?

NO. 205: Don't you want to hear what you're saying?

"Do you have to stand that high to see?"

"When you stand higher than others, you can see farther; and when you can see farther, what you can notice is not just one scenery……"

"Alright! You always have a reason……"

Impatiently cutting off the trainer's words, Aimu Zhiji displayed the 'vivid' insight rare in Chengtian Lu.

Rather, it's the first time seeing.

The first time seeing that ever-expressionless Zhiji classmate, who always seems cold and aloof as if forced, she would so directly show her dislike for something.

Sure enough, the initial guess was not wrong.

Zhiji classmate's condition today is very strange, but this might also be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me.

Although it's unclear what grudge she has with Trainer Lintun, Zhiji classmate in this state……

She lowered her head and looked at her own foot that tiptoed and struck the grass field.

That was a foot that had once won the Jidong Derby.

Clearly, having surpassed before proves there was a moment of parallel.

But the two hearts remained parallel all along.

There was no point of contact, and moreover unable to convey one's own words.

Of course, I wouldn't want it like that……

Chengtian Lu has her own persistence, persisting in hoping that her friends and rivals all have a good future.

Even though being in competition makes it hard to have both, she still wants to exert all her strength.

Especially toward that Zhiji classmate who, just by looking, makes one worried, who standing there seems as if about to fade away with the wind, fragrant and jade-like, about to perish.

Indeed, Aimu Zhiji is not slender and petite, nor is she weak and powerless.

Quite the opposite, that petite frame hides stunning explosive power; her running posture, every time, can capture Chengtian Lu's attention when the trainer replays the race records.

Compared to the convening of a strategy meeting, that ultimate running always draws the gaze of every horse girl, making them involuntarily ask themselves if they can achieve the same running.

In her eyes there is only the finish line, no other scenery, just like the silent Suzuka senior once mentioned in her graduation speech.

As someone who has competed against her many times, even if the person themselves feels embarrassed, Chengtian Lu has already been called a fierce rival, even an archrival, by countless media and the public.

Yet she carries an unfounded worry that they do not.

She always feels that Miss Zhiji might disappear in such running, which of course does not refer to the minor injuries and hidden dangers that extreme competitive sports inflict on the body, but rather to an even more unacceptable destruction.

So she has always wanted to persuade, frequently appearing beside and within the other's field of vision.

She naturally understands that she is always seen as a hindrance, and is even clearer that such effort may yield no result.

But she cannot think of any other plan.

Even if asking Zhiji classmate's roommate yields no solution, she can only repeatedly engage in this futile effort.

But if it is today, if it is now……

The purple-gold changing-eyed child looked outward from the track, sizing up the jet-black star doing warm-up exercises.

That was the title she heard in the conversation between the other party and Trainer Lintun; upon first hearing it, she felt it couldn't be more fitting—Zhiji classmate truly is like a star enveloped in darkness and emitting darkness, fascinating yet worrisome.

If she thinks so, then no matter what, she should find a glimmer of light within it.

If not, then she should bring it herself.

It will surely be conveyed!

She stood again on the track, radiating her brilliance like a blazing sun, and this would surely draw Aimu Zhiji's displeased gaze.

The blazing sun's starlight obstruction is always more thorough than that of the lunar disc.

And this, in the eyes of the trainer up high, also earned a more satisfied nod.

So far, he has been satisfied with his steps thus far.

Although some time was wasted at the outset, this scene is exactly as he expected.

So-called parallel running is merely a common training form.

With two or more people doing running training, it resembles a mock race; and when the training itself involves only two people, it can be called the ultimate in antagonism.

By this point, the concept of training is overridden by the horse girls' competitive spirit, turning into a mock race.

Just like the past several encounters reenacted, this time there are no horse girls who would become observation interference items.

At this time, because of proximity to the sun, Vega Miss always cannot see the stars clearly; now, can she still maintain her usual attitude?

"It's time to begin," he said on the stage.

There is no need for the two horse girls to fully exert the advantage of their horse ears.

The training field system activated by the trainer's authority is, via the sound transmission modules of the minute devices distributed around the field, synchronously informing the 'athletes' on the field.

As his words fell, a gate of the virtual framework was constructed in the modules all around.

The constructed gate is even more considerate than some racecourses, with an inner screen marker counting down from 10 seconds.

Then, at the moment that '1' drops, the vigorous foot that slices the wind and treads the earth suddenly steps out.

"You're a bit impatient, Miss Chengtian Lu……"

Having deliberately turned off that notification function, Aomo, who had just sighed like that, gazed at the data posted on the training field notice board.

Position (order), name, gate-out order (distance order), initial speed……

Naturally, there will also be the most important factor at the race start—the delay time.

Chengtian Lu, with an obvious 0.85, is completely behind Aimu Zhiji's 0.12.

He does not doubt the opponent's will to win, but this near‑second hesitation will bring a disadvantage to the start that is visible to the naked eye.

In the 'golden ten steps' constantly emphasized on that field, Aimu Zhiji has already pulled ahead of Chengtian Lu by one horse's length.

This does not match the expected image between chasing and leading running styles; one can only say that this start is inherently out of the ordinary.

Aimu Zhiji, whose stance seemed to have completely collapsed and revealed her weakness, instead performed as if she wanted to win more than usual, when she ought to have been eager to try.

Seizing the opportunity given to Narita Lu by trainer Lin Dun, he instead, as usual, got off to a bad start and needs to spend some time adjusting while running.

But she hardly ever gets such an opportunity.

Because that darkness, as if substantive, has already begun to seep from Aimu Zhiji's footsteps, and together with the countless bits of grass kicked up, it draws heavy traces in midair.

Flashing by, just like the brilliance often seen when the Three Goddess System Technique is activated, it really is easy to misjudge.

But there are no amateurs here.

Nor are there the over-ten other competitors crowded on the track, forming the 'cover' that would greatly obstruct and interfere with vision as in the previous race.

So at this moment it is so obvious, obvious enough that Narita Lu unconsciously shifted his steps.

She hasn't realized that her poor condition at the start of the previous G2 race is thanks to that; she merely thinks it's the first time she's seen it, and even if it were the first time, she wouldn't think it's anything good.

"Just as Chazuo said, it's quite similar…"

From the high platform in the spectator stands, a voice suddenly burst out, sighing thus.

"There are still many differences, after all, her 'Shadow' comes mostly from herself." Aomo, who was not surprised at all, responded blandly.

"From this angle, she is even closer to that 'Miss Dazhenhan'."

"Then why don't you have Chazuo call her?" The other party turned his head to look, holding a twig in his mouth, not hindering his speech, his pale gold eyes showing a hint of feigned displeasure.

Obviously she is Narita Bai Ren, now she is half an instructor for Chazuo, and at the same time a senior who deals with negative energy.

At this moment she stared at Aomo, while Aomo seemed unaware, his eyes continually on the field: "These are just trivial matters; there's no need to bring up dampening topics when everyone is immersed in the fervor."

"Then what am I?"

"Do you also gather with those people?"

"No, that's too noisy."

"Isn't this place pretty good, then?" Aomo raised his hand, indicating the two people running in the field.

"It's very quiet, the view is also wide open, and there's a special match that lets you witness a soul's boiling and an inner cry."

"But the version I've heard is like boiling a frog in warm water," gazing at the blue figure speeding in the field, Narita Bai Ren slightly narrowed his eyes, "What have you done to make it like this?"

The starlight produced by burning, even monsters that fear no shadow would find it glaring.

But the demon fully came into view, firmly locking onto that speeding comet and the equally scorching sun behind her, and softly said:

"She lacks no saviors, but those saviors are all too gentle, or rather cowardly, lacking the courage to go all-in."

"Does Narita Lu have one then?" Bai Ren, gazing at the golden figure, asked.

To that, Aomo merely shook his head.

"No either, she's too normal, so normal she can't produce a weapon to counter the distorter."

"But fortunately…"

When speaking of this, he again shifted his tone, his voice calm yet aloof.

"She can become my weapon."