Chapter 682: NO．51：It's just running back and forth, no big deal!

NO．51：It's just running back and forth, no big deal!

Usually, after you're used to watching matches on screen, looking at the trial race footage gives you a huge sense of disparity.

After all, the so-called trial race is a stage where horsegirls akin to level 1 display their talent and potential.

These girls lack in running form and accumulated technique, far from being comparable to the seniors on G‑level races.

For viewers accustomed to big races, such an evaluation pops up:

"Why are those guys gathering to watch this? Is a recording of the Jidong Derby any good?"

—Such a doubt from the electronic vampire on the screen is not lost as one voice of public opinion.

Questioning the gathering of those off‑campus crowds, one feels this bunch is either making a mountain out of a molehill or just stuffed from overeating.

However, the "public" in this "public opinion" refers to outsiders and fringe people, and such a group lies in the Gate‑Boundary area; instead, they belong to the "minority".

Moreover, it's hard to imagine that the main members of this group are concentrated among young horsegirls.

Yes, that's right.

Although these girls will eventually enter the heart of the horse racing world, before that they mostly just follow a passion and hobby, or choose to run and enroll under environmental influence.

Compared to professional topics, they pay more attention to hobbies cultivated since childhood, fashion among peers, daily worries—and how to engage in running‑related one‑upmanship with those around them.

Apart from the different proportion at the end, they are not much different from ordinary JK and JC.

And the most important point is that they are mostly not interested in keyboard politics—

—this is also one of the few common points between Morrison and them.

Although the electronic vampire learned some horse racing info from gambling, that knowledge is quite limited, and it lacks the practitioner's bottom‑up perspective.

And so, after a moment of silence, the armor standing on the rooftop lets out a deep, resonant reply:

"The horse racing year officially starts in December, but for the horsegirls themselves, the real start is the few rounds of internal selection races beginning in August."

"When any of them can sign a contract with a trainer, they can step onto the racecourse, and you know that this year a new race was announced, to be fully implemented from December."

"With the new system, new newcomer battles, new classic Triple Crown and Triple History Crown races, etc., all starting from the internal selection races, it is inevitable that someone looks forward to the new generation's darling of the age."

"If they appear in the same generation, they can add a touch of fate and legend; regardless of acquaintance or participation in shaping the era, merely witnessing brings glory."

"Those senior horsegirls and those off‑campus staff have come precisely for this."

"Moreover, many fans await their broadcast, looking forward to magazines that will lay out the potential echelon."

"What about Chazuo, Suzi, and Bourbon? Are they counted in too?" a female voice suddenly asked with concern.

On the screen, not only does the electronic vampire refresh randomly, but also a nimble witch appears with her ever‑present broom and black cat in an instant.

She emerges from the vortex with magical‑system effect patterns, and even holds a stack of paper in her hand.

With a flick of her wrist, that stack turns into an icon of a bound book, revealing the substance of a file compression package.

"You want me to finish the expedited screening and sorting of the new documents, then I'll add them together into the social work library."

"Thanks for the trouble."

"It's no trouble," said the witch who always accepts praise and compliments wholesale, modestly for once, "a few strange digital beasts sent by Amei are helping, or maybe they're contributing more."

"Strange digital beasts…" Chewing on that label, Aomo again heard the other party actively ask:

"Right, how did you come to know those few isotopic digital beasts I've never seen before? Everyone says you owe them a favor."

"Data life outside the digital world—Jie Si Ti Si, New Cosmos, and I have cooperated in turn, bringing them out from places akin to the dark region."

"So they're outsiders," the witch beast mused, then suddenly lifted her head, "By the way, haven't you answered my previous question yet?"

"If it's about the horsegirl echelon, those who directly participate in official matches are usually counted half a year later; before that they belong to another comparative group."

Aomo said, watching the match in the field gradually draw to a close.

Unfortunately, this isn't the end, and he still can't leave.

The entire year's horsegirls in the central area easily number over a hundred, yet a single race can accommodate at most 21 horsegirls.

Each internal selection round averages eight rounds of a rotating competition, and a semester may hold two to three such rounds—aiming to give every student without a trainer sufficient opportunity to show themselves.

Of course, even so, there exist rebels like Aimu Zhiji.

Having refused the trainers' invitations for several editions, she even dared to skip the internal selection race—her negative impact on underclassmen is immeasurable.

Setting aside such extreme examples, this internal selection race is also a blissful experience for horsegirl fans who simply enjoy watching horsegirls run.

After all, at other times you can see such high‑intensity race chaining and repeated running—mostly in compiled videos put together by others.

That obviously lacks the excitement of being on site, especially when the site still has many junior‑high, senior‑high second and third years, and university horsegirls.

The little horsegirls noticed for their potential are already big‑sister horsegirls—those same girls sitting in the stands also become interfering variables for fans watching the races.

However, among them, the three under Aomo's command still retain some heat because the match hasn't been long over.

Yet no matter how they look around, they cannot see them.

Even the trainers who theoretically must be present cannot be seen.

Unless they spot the armor figure representing G Society on the distant rooftop's wire‑fence edge—but that too is clearly unrecognizable; at first glance they'd just think there's some dirty thing in the middle.

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"Mr. Aomo, the second‑stage observation is complete; would you like to see the data?"

"Ah, of course."

After hearing that inquiry, Aomo, who had just raised a finger to activate the microphone, slightly narrowed his surveying gaze and focused more on the simulated scene formed by countless light particles hovering before his eyes.

Then he furrowed his brow.

Gazing at the unusually regular negative‑energy waveform, he couldn't help but ask: "Miss Adeer, has this data been processed?"

"Does Mr. Linton also think this looks like a product of artificial interference?" The voice of Miss Miuer Saisi, who had communicated yesterday, came from Adeer's other light screen: "At first I and Hemut thought it was the effect of your drop of negative‑energy liquefaction."

"The liquefaction can make them condense for easy observation, but it can't yield such steady values, Miss Miuer Saisi; although our opinions seem aligned, I still suggest adding two more data sets."

"Of course, we think so too; by the way, your three subordinates also said the same, which is rather rare."

"Indeed," Aomo calmly accepted the praise, "Bourbon and Chazuo have no research experience, but they share consistent rational logic… so does the third round of testing need assistance?"

Of course, it turns out Mr. Lin Dun also has a way to confirm the situation here, right? Miuersi continued to relay for Adaier, saying, "That Your Excellency Renlong doesn't look very obedient now."

I think so too.

Won't it delay your work over there? Adaier suddenly asked.

No, it will just be a bit troublesome.