Chapter 93

Rainy days leave complex memories for horse girls.

The revived grass field and splashing mud—some horse girls like it, others avoid it at all costs.

Qianming, who had a representative victory on rainy days, would generally be among the former.

It is commonly said that memories gradually fade and slowly lose their magnetism.

But technology and magic can both compensate for this.

Even without crystal cores, the university department's horse girls are quite accomplished in source energy, and their brain development is not lacking.

Qianming's representative's indirect response was also merely due to a complex mood.

Rainy days......

For Qianming's representative, rainy days mean not just races and training, but also the final memories.

She is a rare horse girl whose retirement ceremony also encountered rainy weather.

In the public's eye, her departure was on a rainy day.

Under the continuous drizzle, the umbrellas before the stands bloomed like flowers, stacked together, making it hard to say whether one could glimpse the grass through the gaps.

This is Qianming's representative's retirement ceremony, her career record of 15 races, 8 wins—looking at the data alone, it is not impressive, after all, in her era, there appeared a Ludaofu Xiangzheng.

Just as Zhou Yu encountered the suddenly appearing Zhuge Liang, being suppressed everywhere, and his several challenges all came to nothing.

Thus it continued until October 6th, at the Jiemen District Racecourse, when she met the conclusion of mr. c. b's fate.

The rain should have brought a desolate chill, but it was dispersed by the sufficiently large crowd waiting.

And when that protagonist walked near the stands and waved, someone shouted:

"Hey! The rain has stopped. Put your umbrellas down! Let everyone see Qianming!"

"Can you temporarily put your umbrellas down?" others echoed, voluntarily setting an example.

With someone taking the initiative to set an example, the surrounding people all followed suit and put away their umbrellas.

The view opened up, and the brown-haired horse girl wearing a coat also seemed to notice this; she flicked her hand, the coat flew up, revealing beneath it the victory outfit that would always draw cheers and frenzy whenever it appeared on the racecourse.

The specially tailored race outfit that horse girls must wear when competing in G1 events is both the condensation of a horse girl's personality and dreams, and even in the final curtain call, it should display its due elegance.

But at this moment, the former cheers and praises did not appear, not even the unwilling roars or reluctant pleas for her to stay.

The rain had not actually stopped; a group of soaked figures waved their arms vigorously in silence, also to respond to the horse girl's greeting.

She held her coat in one hand and waved vigorously at everyone with the other; her brilliant smile actually seemed not entirely sincere to those farther away, but there are always people willing to help each other, who, through technology and source energy, construct a relatively clear image for the strangers nearby to see.

There was no traditional live broadcast, nor any heated atmosphere-inducing speech.

She merely came to greet all who supported her, even saying see you later, as if this were just a small matter, and she would still gallop on the track.

In this scene, the rain sounds muffled most of the noise, and everyone watched her gradually depart with her light figure on the grass.

For every audience member who witnessed that closing ceremony, it is a past difficult to forget.

Like eternally engraved time, and even more so, after that, someone rarely caught a cold.

Memories up to this point also became blurred.

He could have used the crystal core function, but that low-level version lacked the power to capture fragments of his dreams for him.

Thus Aomo woke with a slightly dazed gaze, his unconscious imbalance causing him to lurch suddenly, and that obvious step sound also drew a slight turn from a pair of brown horse ears.

"I'm telling you, can't you not sleep in the lab?"

Not concern but complaint, his attitude could be said to be as always.

From the front of the test bench, Ailisuzhi poked her head out, still holding a pair of tweezers in her hand, gazing at the sleepy-eyed Aomo on the chair, confirming he had no serious issue, then she retracted her head again to observe the slide in her hand.

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But she still didn't forget to mutter complaints in her mouth:

"How could there be a guinea pig guy who comes to the activity room and falls asleep on the chair? If his sleeping posture weren't as honest as a guinea pig's, I'd really have to kick you out."

"... Sorry."

Aomo lowered his head to look at the white coat draped over him, seeing that the shoulder width was much smaller than that of an adult male, he knew whose it was.

Still, it was somewhat unexpected, after all, he hadn't seen it yesterday.

Although researchers having a white coat is natural, and even some non-researchers want to wear a full set for roleplay, yesterday he wandered indoors and saw nothing like this, but today it suddenly appeared, making him unconsciously ponder its purpose.

Perhaps it's some kind of expectation? Aomo thought.

Expectation is a mindset not easily concealed; whether rising or falling, it will manifest in different outward behaviors. When you deliberately put on a pair of high heels and a white coat different from yesterday's, and through the gap beneath the lab bench you see the boot surface still as clean as new, the expectation in your heart cannot be hidden.

Still really wanting to run, although he initially put on a posture of 'running is not as good as doing experiments,' but horse girls ultimately still want to run.

Aomo, having withdrawn his gaze from the boot surface, picked up the white coat and stood up.

He did a chest expansion, stretched lazily.

"How long did I sleep?"

"You don't have a terminal? Guinea pig guy."

The words were as always prickly, but at least they noted that Aomo used a terminal rather than a phone.

Aomo, not particularly bothered by this contrariness, indeed activated the terminal to check—now it is 9:34 a. m., it seems he slept only two hours or so, still fairly sound.

This is his second day as a trainer.

Qin bu zu, jue bu tiao.

This is also natural, after all, he pulled an all-night work session yesterday.

As yesterday approached dusk, he received a real-name-verified friend request.

ID: Xianohua,

Verified via Umaline.

On that end of the roommate account of Meipu Bojie, perhaps it is the person herself, or perhaps it is Meipu Bojie itself, but either way it does not hinder their information exchange.

Regarding Meipu Bojie's venue performance, distance suitability, descriptions and evaluations under different running methods, and even the speed fluctuation chart and score line together, a whole compressed package of files, after Aomo decompressed it, turned into a dazzling array of data.

Then he was reorganized by Aomo one by one into the form he was accustomed to handling.

This kind of handling can truly speed up efficiency, just like the arrangement of furniture in a room—everyone has their own way, but most can still manage to 'know where certain things are placed'.

People who are scatterbrained naturally exist, but there are also many rooms that look extremely messy at first glance yet always allow their owners to find their target objects immediately.

Such people have a unique personal rhythm, which has already become a habit.

Aomo is one of such people.

His visits to the room were roughly tidy by worldly standards, but the placement of various data required another logic. At this point, Aomo had to admit that the *Uma Musume* game data Bi Ze once mentioned provided him with some reference—like the somewhat game-like 'speed', 'stamina', 'strength', etc., which indeed made summarizing convenient for understanding.

It was of little use.

Compared to overly precise and rigid numbers, he preferred using more elusive letters to define them, and then, after formally considering the training plan, he would throw all those things into the recycle bin.

He was very clear that his summaries were only for better grasping the situation, not truly representing that his subordinate Uma Musume would perform according to those values.

The game Bi Ze once mentioned also had a mood aspect; in reality, factors affecting performance are far too diverse.

Just yesterday afternoon at four o'clock, he brought the test equipment prepared by Ailisuzhi himself and came with her to the training field in the north of the academy for testing.

For research, Suzi, who had also entered considerable Uma Musume data, was so familiar with this set that her professional level even left Aomo speechless.

He was guided by her on how to use those instruments for measuring, recording electrocardiograms, heart rate, breathing, and electromyography; the latter even had prepared blood oxygen concentration measuring instruments for each lap.

It was truly overly thorough—so thorough that most trainers couldn't reach this level, and some even thought Ailisuzhi was making a fuss over nothing.

Therefore, they were also not Ailisuzhi's trainers.

In contrast, Aomo fully accepted, even praised this level of professionalism, and thus felt very fortunate that his assigned Uma Musume was Ailisuzhi.

After all, if he had to personally purchase those instruments he deemed genuinely necessary……it would be troublesome, and also heartbreaking.

Not only did selection require professional eyesight, but spending money was like flowing water.

However, the astonishment at this girl being a hidden wealthy lady stops here, for after measuring those values, Aomo realized these values were indeed not ideal.

Although this data fits well with a long-term indoor Uma Musume researcher, it is naturally unusable on the racecourse.

Not to mention anything else, the distance from the nearby Meipu Bourbon is vastly different.

Admittedly, Meipu Bourbon belongs to a senior role with astonishing training level; it's normal for Ailisuzhi to fall short, but being less than one-quarter is still excessive—must deliver a heavy blow!

Looking overall, the only eye-catching aspect is explosive power.

But that is not worth praising.

Ailisuzhi had already become famous in the selection race a year ago and the subsequent debut race for her 'ultra-high-speed' final sprint acceleration, though she herself had set aside the enthusiastic self-recommending trainers and chosen to dwell in this three-floor empty classroom, even keeping those thick curtains perpetually drawn.

Occasionally smoke would rise, and sometimes cries of 'victims' could be heard.

Those who knew thought it was just an experiment; those who didn't thought they were doing some black magic.

Looking again at the current trainer data being a demon, oh my! The impression of black magic is probably even harder to wash away.

Aomo, who hadn't yet considered this point, only felt that the rehabilitation exercise of this 'superluminal particle' Miss was urgent.

But thinking about it, the training plan still needs to consider the person's own will.

At least Ailisuzhi's training plan definitely won't be as packed as Meipu Bourbon's, as if about to run some Battle-Scarred Cup——

——that kind of high-intensity competition training horse famed for game operations, when spoken by Bi Ze, Aomo listened with furrowed brows.

Reality is not feasible.

Not to mention anything else, at least in reality, after finishing each race there will be some gain, but it will absolutely not be some 'massive attribute boost' miraculous event.

Although this world is already sufficiently ideal, it hasn't reached that level of idealism.

The idea that running once brings growth does not exist; mentioning this, one might as well look again at the 'Monster Shape King' who has lived over two thousand years and is still a noob.

The blessing ritual of the three women is indeed effective.

Every generation of Uma Musume's debut race receives the blessing of the three goddesses, thereby gaining enhancement in physical quality and even source energy affinity; talent abilities mostly begin to significantly manifest from then on.

However, Aomo doesn't need to consider this point, after all, his two Uma Musume have already been blessed, oh... it seems the debut race indeed needs to be rerun.

Also unknown whether the three goddesses' blessing can be claimed a second time... feels unrealistic, unless waiting for Dalia Arabia to someday be willing to attend to him, then go ask.

But the debut race is also several months away, so Aomo temporarily won't think much about it; instead, he deliberately re-entered the trainer chat room and initiated a topic.

Originally intended for help, after all, there are so many senior colleagues here.

These colleagues, who usually joke around, when discussing such professional topics, actually all performed quite reliably, as if everyone's Uma Musume were not in competition, even prompting a few lurking members to join the discussion.

This also includes Ms. Mitian Ayaka.

However, starting from there, the topic shifted from newbie guidance to trainers venting grievances, then turned into a rally for trainers whose Uma Musume have the initial race Extreme East Derby.

At that time, Aomo was already writing and drawing on one side with a camphor tree.

Sometimes tapping the external keyboard, sometimes glancing at the encouraging meeting in the group chat, occasionally forming a repeater, blending in to become familiar.

Unexpectedly, so quickly, he would have to, after trying to integrate into Torisen Academy, then merge into that strange chat room painting style; in a certain sense, it also counts as work demand pressure.

Following the templates he once collected, nesting them with long-considered schedules, Aomo spent his night this way.

Long night, endless, changing scrolls as companion.