Chapter 792: NO.161: Brother, you're really just working

NO. 161: Brother, you're really just working.

Eight minutes ago.

【Qianlian Qianlian: What did brother and Zhiji sister say?】

【Yuehuanshe: Haven't said much yet, but the other party seems to have figured something out themselves, perhaps self-reflection, or perhaps it's thanks to Zhiji Miss's younger sister.】

【Qianlian Qianlian: That must be the younger sister~ Originally Zhiji sister, even if she reacted, would definitely not admit it so quickly!】

【Yuehuanshe: Reasonable guess, so what's up? If you're asking when her training ends, it's soon; you could come over here and directly suggest she change to a different horseshoe.】

【Qianlian Qianlian: Mm~ Can't I just chat with brother? You came and treated Karen as a tool! Only sixty points, huh!】

【Yuehuanshe: Coming or not?】

【Qianlian Qianlian: Come!】

【Yuehuanshe: Queen Plaid Skirt brand horseshoe specialty store at 24 Yingli Street, you have ten minutes.】

【Qianlian Qianlian: Huh?! Not even enough time to do makeup and change clothes!!】

【Yuehuanshe: Little Karen, it's fine if you don't do makeup.】

——The other party is typing——

【Qianlian Qianlian: Can't we stay a few more minutes? Or should we report the location later?】

【Yuehuanshe: Little Karen, you still have 9min25S】

【Qianlian Qianlian:!】

"I have something to take a call, by the way, Karen should come over, wait here another fifteen minutes."

"She... then let's wait."

——

Eight minutes later.

"What prejudice?"

Pulling the horseshoe wrapped in a labeled plastic bag from the plastic bag, as she handed it to Aomo's Aimu Zhiji, she couldn't help but ask.

"I think you should have heard of it, of course perhaps you've overlooked it." Taking the horseshoe that was far heavier than it looked, Aomo gauged the various data on the label, not forgetting to continue:

"A considerable portion of transmigrants will have preconceptions about you horse girls, even possibly guessing your personality somewhat accurately."

"..."

"Looks like you overlooked it," Aomo glanced at Aimu Zhiji's slightly astonished face, then turned back to the horseshoe, "but it doesn't matter; just think of them as originally your fans, and fans looking at idols—some are very rational, some are very biased."

He didn't intend to say more, after all, making young people delve into philosophical debate too early isn't good.

Whether the person in the painting that looks exactly like him signifies a hand manipulating everything, extending to whether his own fate is void—such torment… Aomo does not deny its value as a topic for debate, but he is more accustomed to viewing it from an efficiency standpoint.

Which is purely wasting time.

When he turned his head again, the words he spoke were already in the domain of horseshoes:

"This horseshoe won't do."

"Extremely soft steel that's hard to wear is the choice for training horseshoes; you should have noticed how heavy this is."

Hooking the arc of this U-shaped metal block with his index finger, Aomo's action seemed to contradict his words, but Aimu Zhiji could not help but nod.

Although Aomo persuaded her to come out and change horseshoes, she still understood that the horseshoe inside the training shoe indeed hadn't been changed for a while; it needed to be replaced with one sturdy and stable enough not to fall off the running shoe.

But what Aomo actually wanted her to prepare was a competition horseshoe, and also to fit her current foot size more closely.

Ordinary people's understanding of a teenage girl's development mostly concerns body curves, but trainers evaluate the other's calf length and contour, even foot size.

This draws suspicious glances from coworkers at the logistics company, indeed a sad portrayal with a hint of professionalism.

However, speaking frankly, such a professional eye that could be classified as an 'occupational disease' is mostly held by veterans with over four years on the job, but in the realm of 'gaze,' Aomo truly is a natural talent.

Unlike his mediocre cultivation talent that can only be rated as average.

"Not only weight, but length and curvature also need adjustment; finally I think you may have misunderstood, I want you to switch to this type," Aomo said, pointing to the horseshoe category hanging on the metal hook beside the shop, "only one-third the weight of extremely soft steel, the aluminum alloy horseshoe has low wear‑resistance cost‑performance, made specifically for competition, the cost being that it needs to be purchased multiple times."

"Next is this type, simulated and developed toward the Gundanium alloy direction, called the 'victory horseshoe' racing alloy." He crouched, picked up from the side a horseshoe that Aimu Zhiji was very familiar with, the default one accompanying the victory outfit given to G1 players by the URA Association.

Although her classmates this year uniformly choose: wear the victory outfit, switch to their own horseshoes.

Which means letting it eat dust.

Because it's just as the trainer said just now: "It has extremely high hardness and excellent source‑energy conductivity, and…… rather low toughness."

"After a run it's easy to fracture from metal fatigue; considering the current race schedule overhaul that adds distance everywhere, this alloy will likely be phased out like Gundanium alloy, until it's redeveloped and improved upon the original base."

"... Will it be gradually phased out?" Zhiji whispered.

Although she once had no trainer, she had actually used that horseshoe honestly; the first use didn't break, but before the second use, her roommate discovered its hidden flaw, and in the meantime she used the training horseshoe.

Although it was a bit heavy, after getting used to it it was fine; at least that wear‑resistant toughness satisfied her, and to avoid hassle she kept wearing it—until Aomo pointed out that the frequently maintained horseshoe ultimately just suffered excessive wear.

"Competition over horseshoe materials is also fierce; the more demand, the more products." Taking the racing alloy back from Zhiji's hand and re‑hanging it on the rack, Aomo turned to another lone horseshoe not far away, "but considering the prolonged‑race venue, this new horseshoe with tantalum‑193 copolymer embedded in the hoof tip is more worth recommending."

"Moderate hardness, rich in ductility, with excellent resistance to high temperature, low temperature, and corrosion."

Speaking of this, Aomo couldn't help but think of the section chief lady he hadn't contacted in a while.

Such an element constructed from otherworldly technology has in recent years been the protagonist of the prosthetic‑tech reform craze, even beginning to 'invade' horseshoe craftsmanship, largely thanks to that office.

But to speak of the senior pioneer on the path of 'foreign material invasion,' he cannot help but mention:

"There's also this one," he raised his hand, a jet‑black magic claw looming, he hooked down from the rack a plate‑like horseshoe with a blue‑white pattern, "the racing alloy with D32 steel added in the smelting itself, you should be quite familiar; many peers of the same cohort choose this one for its superb strength and excellent source‑energy conductivity, the pioneering alloy group that redefined the horseshoe material standard."

The claw passed it to the palm, the palm to a slightly smaller palm; Aomo watched Aimu Zhiji examining this horseshoe, yet he also added:

"Relatively expensive."

"But given your current bonus standard, it's not hard to afford this investment; judging by your relatively desperate running style, it really is a good choice."

Hearing this, the girl couldn't help but lift her head: "... Where counts as desperate?"

"You can ask your younger sister about that." Aomo shrugged.

Now he also noticed who could truly leave Miss Zhiji speechless.

Seeing Zhi Ji turn her head to look at her angry sister, who then went speechless, he called to the staff at the far counter: "Wind God Miss! Aeolus Wind God Miss! Please come over a moment."

Eh? Here I am!

Actually, there's no need to emphasize it; after all, the horse girls' hearing is always good, let alone that they are active seniors about to enter university. When that tall girl with her brown hair tied in a sideways ponytail at the back arrived swiftly, the sister on that side, who was being pointed at and commented on by her sister, also turned her head.

"... Aeolus senior?"

"You look like you didn't even notice the counter's expression when you came, but it really hurts the senior's heart." The trainer muttered softly, but then caught sight of a message Xiao Lu sent him, saying they'll meet with Sai Luo later to discuss information, asking where he is.

Sorry.

"Eh? No need to apologize for this," the enthusiastic and resilient part-time worker hurriedly shook his head, "I didn't notice earlier because I was probably helping backstage with the horseshoe quality check, Mr. Trainer Lindon is quite nasty!"

"That's surely because the Sun God teacher hasn't revealed enough to you." Aomo, who wasn't surprised she could call out his identity, smiled.

Aeolus Wind God, who is on close personal terms with Mebashi Shanxin, is naturally also part of the Great Expansion Sun God's social circle, and the girls' casual chat information network is naturally not to be underestimated.

And he also casually entered the address on the light screen, not really caring how subtle the display would be at that time.