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Chapter 1642 No.259: Darkness and Light in Dreams
Rather than asking for personal consent at the last minute, a kitten was looking forward to the unexpected arrival of night, so that the shaken and uneasy lone wolf could feel the most demonic and true attitude.

She didn't care whether she was afraid or happy, because this was just a ceremony to gain the right to compete.

Her recent anger stems from the interference of these seniors, but this anger is also mixed with the small dissatisfaction she has always had with these people:

——Do you really understand the trainer?
Do you understand the vast darkness beneath his gentle and kind appearance?

Do you understand the cold waning moon wrapped in erudition?

Just because he is standing in the audience and looking at the screen from afar, does he have to be so self-righteous as to come and interfere with our determination?

She is not afraid of nor rejects competition, just as she believes that no horse racing girl is afraid of competing with others.

One's self-confidence may be shattered after repeated defeats, but that is just the most mediocre outcome in the final analysis.

Before that ending came, no one believed that they would be like that, not to mention that this moment was just the beginning rather than the end.

There is no such thing as a horse girl who would be afraid of a fight at the very beginning.

——This is not her personal opinion, but a sentence that appeared long ago in a well-known book in the horse racing world.

That book comprehensively counted and classified the development history of horse girls over the past thousand years, and even revealed that the final process of the three goddesses guiding souls to awaken the horse girls was selected based on their own different conditions, rather than the random truth in the eyes of the world.

But the author also admitted that because the selection was made based on different conditions, in the eyes of others it was indeed no different from randomness.

They awaken pseudo-randomly among female babies in various families. At the same time, because the largest number of families in the Holy Terra Federation are human families, the majority of horse girls are born in human families. Therefore, they naturally receive education from human families and gradually show excellent talents and qualities in that life.

——Faster running, stronger strength, better endurance...

These unique talents can only be achieved by those who have been strengthened and practiced since childhood, or those who are born into the gods, demons, immortals, and monsters. They will first show signs before they begin to become true characters, and are one of the core reasons why some religious schools list horse girls as the chosen race of God.

It is also the basis of the confidence, pride, and even fighting spirit of the horse racing ladies.

Accustomed to their own strength that is different from their friends, and accustomed to the ease with which they are superior to most of their classmates, the vast majority of horse girls take it for granted to step into Trasen, to get along with, learn, compete and confront those of their kind who can finally compete with them and who can finally bring them a sense of tension.

It's like a wild animal stepping into a hunting ground that matches its ability standards.

Of course, judging from the hunting standards of the competition career alone, Narita Shirahito, as the senior of Manchester City Tea House, is the former beast king who can easily suppress Tea House.

But the hunting criteria here are obviously not the competition, but the interpersonal relationships and the battlefield of the girls.

In such a competition, Tea House could assert with extreme contempt:

Senior Narita Shirahito hasn't even qualified to start.

If one wants to rush into the arena without truly understanding the nature of the trainer, it will not only cause trouble to oneself and others, but also bring endless trouble to the trainer.

Although Narita Shirahito was unaware of the fact that Omer Linton was suppressing his excitement, the Manchester City Tea House saw it clearly.

It is precisely because one can see it clearly that the dissatisfaction in one's heart will be intensified into further anger.

But being a good boy, and being a good boy who was not afraid of fighting, Manchester City Tea House decided, as his anger grew, to let the other party see what a real trainer he was.

It is undeniable that I had expected the other party to run away on his own initiative.

I thought that if it could develop to that point, it would be a great lesson, allowing her to satisfy her little bad intentions and appreciate the other person's heart-warming side amidst rejection and fear.

Then talk to them and try to enlighten them.

After all, no matter what, she had taken care of herself and even guided herself. But if the other party was afraid but never escaped, stagnated in wavering, and entangled in hesitation, then she would feel a little happy and go to enlighten him.

The reasons are as above.

The anger in her heart was far from enough to destroy the other party's dream of sticking with her in a few days, and she did not want her actions to become the main cause of the other party's loss in a few days.

But if a third scenario occurred—whether she was afraid or not, she chose to move forward, thus truly obtaining the qualification to compete in the same event…

Then there is no need to say more.

All anger and discontent will compete on that dual track, as the book she admires says:

There is no such thing as a horse girl who would be afraid of a fight at the very beginning.

So--

In contrast to the past, she completed the task now with her own careful thinking.

So which possibility is the reality she is pushing towards?

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She looked up at the sky.

What should have been a night simulated by the projection on the β training ground was now filled with more realistic dark clouds, with only a few gaps on the edges, casting a slightly pale silver moonlight.

Compared to the pale moonlight at the beginning, the light of the waning moon is now much softer, and can give the illusion of residual warmth to those watching from the ground.

It was still just an illusion.

The moon cannot become the sun.

All the praises of the moon throughout the ages are stamped with a foundation of loneliness and emptiness, and are self-centered expectations placed on the brightest individual in the darkness.

Little did they know that the brightest moon itself was just reflecting the light, just as it was also reflecting their expectations and wishes.

There is no light, no dreams, but it always carries the light and dreams of others, and that is the existence that Manchester City Tea House will never get tired of no matter how many times you look up at it.

How could I possibly get tired of watching it?

This is the month of supervision that can always reflect your hopes no matter what your mood or wish is.

While it is filled with the mercy brought by divinity, it also has a deep demonic nature that reflects all desires, easily pulling at the minds of all those who see it, making them sway and become intoxicated, and also making them fear and feel ashamed.

Among them, there are also some strange people who burst into anger due to a cold, which makes Omer Linton's reputation show the various aspects of life from the very beginning. Even now that the situation has improved significantly, this diversity has not changed fundamentally.

It's just that the proportions of each other have been adjusted.

The sheer number of admirers alone can gradually outweigh everything else.

But I still cannot expel everything and can only coexist with all those other voices.

This will naturally make the moonlight appear mottled, but at this moment - in this scene where only two people are looking up at the waning moon, it can appear exceptionally pure and cold, demonstrating the strongest sense of presence, illuminating your way forward.

even if……

You are afraid of the darkness and dare not take a step forward.