Chapter 76

So-called information, when considering enrollment, is usually just taken as reference.

It's like flowers in the mirror and moon in the water; only when you truly come into contact can you grasp how much of it is real.

Just as Aomo already understood JunChuan JiangSheng's image.

Clearly she is the chairman's secretary, or rather a senior who supports the protagonist newcomer trainer, a presence like a superior and partner; these pieces of information compiled from countless trainers' chat sighs, interview records, and even public promotions also include JunChuan JiangSheng's extensive handling of affairs, even having an incident of 'arresting those who violate access control'—a dormitory management act.

From this one can piece together an image of a woman with extremely strong work ability and extremely strong spirit; moreover, some unverified information suggests she was once that 'Illusory Horse Girl'—

—However, only at the moment of genuine contact can he confirm its truthfulness and even gain a new understanding.

Holy Terra Federation

To make such a calm and strong person show fatigue, one can imagine it is an extremely Hei'an and heavy reality.

What Aomo first thought of was not the waste in life, but the graceful exit in the 'Illusory Horse Girl'.

So-called gracefulness may not actually be graceful; the difficulty of achieving dreams carries enough weight to make one who 'looks down on everything' become calm and restrained.

Central Teleisen

If one is unwilling to face it squarely, the posture becomes even uglier; indeed, it is precisely that ugliness that matches the Hei'an, to the point of completely merging, indistinguishable.

Thinking of the 'Monster Shape King', Aomo naturally feels something, and thus from the heart respects JunChuan JiangSheng—

Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Yisheng

Because he saw that familiar fatigue on the secretary's face.

This expression is all too familiar to me! Aomo thought he also often wears this expression because of someone.

Although respect had not yet cracked, but from that moment Aomo's thoughts raced, realizing he might have erred in his judgment about the 'burden'.

It seems that, for now, what most exhausts JunChuan JiangSheng is not anything else, but this Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan.

Ah this...

When Aomo looked again at that petite figure who, even standing on the table, was not tall enough, his eyes grew solemn.

As if facing a great enemy!

Simply because a heavy doubt lay across his heart:

Bi Ze

Morrison Lindun

Which side does Chairman Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan lean toward more?

Not considering the situation of the professional Saichang.

How many students does Teresen have?

How many registered active horse girls are there in the Central Saichang?

How many GI races does the Holy Terra Federation have in a year?

The three goddesses can pull about eight thousand horse souls from another world each year, of which only about thirty or so can at least win one.

Only about 5% can win a major prize, about 1-2% can advance to G1-level races, and winning a G1 averages just 0.1% per year.

It is precisely this situation of thousands of troops and horses crossing a single-log bridge that gives GI its value; those who enter GI races are all selected elites.

Moreover, there's no need to mention contending for 'first place'—that is, the championship—under such conditions.

If there are races with special significance like the Triple Crown, they are even rarer.

Many trainers, especially those recruited from other worlds, are easily blinded by Teresen Academy's horse racing achievements.

As trainers, the horse girls they can accommodate are naturally excellent, having names and surnames.

Yet they forget that even a horse girl with just one G1 is a 'famous horse' selected from among thousands.

The Terra Federation has so many schools related to horse girl training, most of which also bear the name 'Teresen' given by that goddess.

But, Central Teresen, there is only one.

This is the Central; only truly strong and talented ones can reach here.

Even though they all appear as lovely young maidens, some even look like children, and their minds retain a touch of childishness——

——Trainers should not be affected by this either.

Do not underestimate, do not indulge, and do not be fearful.

Know this: they will all become professional athletes.

Aptitude, stamina, speed;

Temperament, image, and the dream of relentless pursuit.

Only by running at the fastest speed does one deserve to win the Gaoyue Prize;

Only by burning through a lifetime of luck can one win the Jidong Derby;

Only with exhaustive planning and flawless execution can one deserve the laurel of the Chrysanthemum Prize!

This is the classic Triple Crown, representing 'supreme sovereignty'.

Besides that, there is the 'Triple Hua Crown' of 'pervasive elegance and strength', an ancient horse-year race more spectator-friendly like the spring and autumn ancient horse Triple Crown.

They lead to each horse girl's choice, and each trainer also makes a 'two-person three-leg' parallel contract with them, striving together for that future.

"Question!"

The chairwoman, who had long since stepped down from the table but still retained her imposing presence, suddenly unfolded her folding fan at this moment, the fan bearing the bold, flourishing characters 'Zheng Lun', while her bright, clear azure eyes were filled with solemn gravity:

"Having undergone the journey to Heaven's Gate and then several days of contemplation, Aomo Lindon!"

"Can you bear the title 'Lindun Trainer' and let those horse girls who cherish souls from another world and stand firm in their dreams of this world welcome their dreams?"

Such a question shakes the deaf and awakens the dull.

Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Miyoshi, a sufficiently exceptional superior.

Being able to make Secretary JunChuan JiangSheng show utter fatigue, plus the clever, lively, hearty openness shown in Aomo's gathered intelligence, as chairwoman she lacks the bureaucratic air that Aomo imagined a lofty, pampered superior should have.

Perhaps it is a disguise, perhaps the time has not yet come; Aomo, standing here, finds it hard to discern any oddity from the chairwoman's presently formal visage.

This also makes her existence seem extremely unreasonable.

As the chairperson of Central Teslen, Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan Misei has the power to control the condition of world‑class competition athletes.

This height is enough to make countless people look up; it ought to have the power to alienate people, she ought to have darkness, she ought to have coldness, even to the point of being sinister and arrogant, either revealed or feigned. Only thus will she not be burdened by so‑called kindness, so‑called expectation, and ultimately drive herself into the abyss of ideals.

But in reality, she is entirely bright and clear, like a strand of pure white mixed into her warm‑toned hair, breaking through those inherent impressions of power.

Like a lone boat steady on the River of Darkness and the Weak Water, it bears up "ideal" and "dream"—concepts that are inherently as elusive as rootless duckweed, as fragile as easily shattered gems.

And then, in a sudden flash, Aomo recalled what Bi Ze had said.

If this world were the two‑dimensional realm he longs for, then the reason for this judgment would be as unfathomable as this ideal.

The so‑called world is merely a broad concept; people first encounter those around them, and then the society formed by those people.

Only by having enough ideal‑minded people firmly grounded in reality can we build a relatively ideal society—that is correct.

"How! Mr. Lindon, I now demand a response from you."

At this moment, the chairperson's pointed closed fan indicates the newly recruited mercenary whose gaze is locked; the qualification to obtain that newcomer's title, plus an additional 'trainer' mark.

And her other hand fell to the edge of the table, picking up one page of a contract, and three pages... of test questions?

The course of reality suddenly matched the initial guess, causing Aomo's demeanor to become subtle.

Simply because it is like the drop from a temple down to an examination hall.

And the chairperson obviously doesn't care; her solemnity remains.

"That day! Your words spoken while facing the screen may have seemed casual, but they carried a confidence I have never seen in many trainers; let me see the source of that confidence!"

"Absolutely not, Lindon is not a training specialist—" "Let me try, thank you for your understanding, Miss JiangSheng."

As the person actually looking up Aomo's data, JunChuan JiangSheng even knows Aomo's college entrance exam scores in each subject; those scores look ideal, but they have nothing to do with training. Seeing the chairperson about to directly use a written test, they hastily spoke up, only to find that the one who interrupted her was not the chairperson, but that youth who has always observed propriety.

And Chairperson Thus we output: Thus we output: QiuChuan unfolded her paper fan, declaring passionately: "Certainly! Young people ought to have this conviction."

"Secondly! One must not just try, but give it their all!"

"As you wish."

Even though the beginning was set so high, the momentum rendered so full, but the final test paper that was produced still shattered the previous efforts; Aomo stepped forward, struggled to suppress a smile, and took on this request that is less a challenge than a self‑proof.