Chapter 152 Have you heard the story of Shen Gong Xing? (32)

Have you heard of the story of Jinguxing?

In the year 595 of the Star Alliance calendar, a baby was sent out of the delivery room of Shetai Hospital, crying energetically in the nursery.

At this time, something incredible happened!

All the babies in the nursery, as well as the medical staff who were busy in the nursery, also heard the horse's neighing sound that resounded in all directions, and what followed immediately was the ethereal and sacred sound that could calm all living things.

After that, under the leadership of the medical staff, the URA Association staff, who were not slow to act, found the baby girl with extra horse ears and a horse tail.

She even notified her parents, who had already received a dream from the gods.

After some negotiation, the baby’s registered name became [Air Shakur]

Air, derived from the Buddhist word "empty".

Shakur, on the other hand, comes from the stage name of a certain musician.

In the Sky Shrine, a horse girl, or more accurately, a horse girl guided by the three goddesses, can be registered in this way.

The names of racing girls are always not the same as those of humans.

But the namers are consistent in having certain expectations for their naming.

What kind of person do you want her to grow up to be;

What kind of victories are expected of her;

Want her to run like something.

Putting aside some of the namers who really seem to be joking about the name given by netizens, the name of the Sky Shrine is obviously a relatively normal one.

It is as free and unique as a musician, and as empty and pure as the emptiness of Buddhism, non-existent, formless and without form.

Then the Sky Shrine achieved expectations in a curved way.

A very maverick electronics player who pays attention to data and believes in logic, his technical ability in independent programming is even better than that of Ari Taiko.

She is a professional!

The horse racing girls who can gather in Central Teresin all have unique skills. In addition to their main job of running, their side jobs are all professional-level.

There are even some companies like Golden City that do modeling work better than horse racing results. For a while, it is difficult to say which one is the main business.

Considering that I was still a student during my racing career, running is probably a side job (x).

However, only with this level of professionalism can one carve out a place in this land full of kings and dreamers.

Sky Shrine is one of them. She undoubtedly has talent and is willing to put it into practice.

Just like her laptop, which is self-made from system to software, and is called 'Parcae' by her, as mentioned before, it can provide training suggestions through data, simulate competition results and other functions.

A part of 'Parcae' was anonymously released to the public for free as 'Moirai', which can be said to have really promoted the development of the horse racing girl industry.

Several academic trainers in the central government are using that software.

Such a horse racing girl can easily make people think of a rigid and unsociable programmer, but in fact, the Sky Shrine is a kind of social cow.

Irritated, rude, and maverick, it is completely opposite to what she is good at. She is too restless, and even her aesthetics is biased towards the street bad type.

He even has an interest in making electronic music as a pastime in his spare time from programming.

She is indeed worthy of the name of the Sky God Palace.

He has a personality like a musician, and even practices music in secret, as well as the formless and formless realm of Buddhism.

Parcae, Moirai, this is the name of the goddess of fate.

She believed that fate could be calculated and aimed to break through it, but when it started, she could often hear voices.

From very early times.

The voice gave her software naming suggestions, discussed computational logic with her, and even discussed current electronic music with her.

That's her own voice.

This is the sound that will appear whenever you feel that you still have some energy left and should do better.

She trusted that voice as much as she trusted her own calculations.

"Then last week, there was a disagreement between the voice and the instructions given by your trainer, and you chose the voice?"

"Of course, my software calculation also thinks that the voice is 100% trustworthy! In comparison, the trainer has lied a lot."

"Cough cough cough..."

Glancing at his colleague who was embarrassed and pretending to cough, Omer looked back: "It seems that is indeed the case. It is not difficult to understand."

"Even if you are one thousand percent, there is still a misunderstanding, Miss Sky Shrine."

He said calmly, and Furui Muha's maroon pupils responded to the anger bred in those golden pupils: "The calculations are all based on past experience."

"Just like the divination of the source energy and destiny system, I wonder if you have heard of it. There are many subjects there that are essentially calculations and are an ancient form of big data."

"Predictions of the future are merely extensions of the past, an illusion obtained by piecing together fragments of experience. This illusion is so real that they call its fragments the future and the entire section destiny."

"But that is still an illusion. Just like a warrior who firmly believes in his fighting instinct, when his instinct warns the enemy that he cannot challenge and has no chance of winning, should he just sit back and wait to be killed?"

Omo asked her, his amber eyes that had become sharp at some point pointed directly at the palace in the sky.

Cutting through its defenses like a knife.

It made him subconsciously look away and fell into silence. It also made his colleagues on the side look at Omo, whose temperament was completely different from before, silently swallowed what he wanted to say, and decided to let him express himself.

"If he waits to die, that is also a failure. Will he be contented to think that, just like the future he saw, he is dead, which proves that his intuition is reliable?"

"Living in the illusion woven by the past, people will become negative and complacent. Because of the vast amount of 'data' accumulated in the past, they will think that they have seen through all the future."

"Retreating to such a future and falling into trouble will make the 'future' he sees come true, and this proves the reliability of the data, so he will loop endlessly and be trapped in past experience."

"This process is called aging."

"Lying in the comfort zone becomes more and more stubborn, refusing to move forward and grow, calculations become more accurate, and people become more and more depressed..."

When he said this, Omo paused again and looked at the Sky Shrine with his head tilted towards the cooking pot.

He raised his hand, and with the bright silver index finger woven by magic power, he pushed the stubborn cheek of the Sky Shrine back as his index finger moved slightly.

He was met with the expected angry look from the other party.

Like a child competing, the Sky God Palace tried to turn its face away, using the strength of a horse racing girl's neck to resist the hand of the mage who only had an index finger.

"I don't recommend that you engage in these confrontations that may cause abnormal neck bones. I don't lack magic power, and this kind of conflict is unnecessary, because we all know. You don't believe in calculations, or you don't believe that the original calculation results are

In the future, that’s why you signed up for the Far East Derby, right?”

"..." He turned his head stubbornly and stopped, and the ferocious index finger covered with layers of carapace and scales also turned into scattered light spots and disappeared.

"The Eastern Derby is a city of 'bad luck'. Every horse racing girl standing on the field should have the determination to challenge fate and never be afraid of the curse woven from nowhere."

"And you don't lack the will to question the illusion, but you believe in that voice?" Homais said calmly. He had already straightened his back, and his condescending vision was like a judge examining criminals. "Or is it that the voice instigated you to come, you

No idea of ​​challenging the curse?"

If that's the case, the so-called sound and the fishing line are still quite long.

"...The voice wanted me to challenge for Derby, but warned me to back off when faced with 'bad luck'."

After a few seconds of silence, under Iwakiji's widened eyes, the voice of the Sky Shrine was quite timid, and even dropped his rude self-proclaimed voice.

Denying that voice was like denying herself. The rude and irritable horse girl seemed to suddenly turn into a child.

This may also prove that the sound has been heard since childhood.

"But you crossed the line without hesitation, well... In this way, although you cannot question the 100% trustworthiness of that voice, at least you are not 100% in agreement with it."

"Yes..." The Sky God Palace lowered its head and said.

If this is a so-called "ghost", isn't it a little too gentle?

There was no one to persuade anyone to stop. At this time, it was the Sky Shrine's own desire for victory that took over.

Omo subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to rub his chin. The slight roughness made him consider changing to a shaver.

Could it be that this is just like boiling a frog in warm water, like a trick played by the devil to lure people into sinking?

This kind of close cooperation sounds more reliable than the voices of those "friends" in the teahouse, and there is no chance of negative energy accumulation.

Omo glanced at Sunday Ning Jing's contact information, but after thinking about it, maybe he should contact Narita Shiren instead.

After all, the Far Eastern Derby has passed, and it’s time to hire people to get started.

"Looking at your attitude, you probably don't regret your choice. Since you don't regret it, it's much easier to handle. Congratulations on not letting your fighting spirit become dusty. Next, Mr. Yan."

"Ah, oh, Mr. Linton, please tell me."

you?

"You don't need to be so formal, and you don't need to use honorifics. You are a senior, right?" Omer was a bit dumbfounded. He didn't quite understand what kind of shock his words and treatment had caused to this trainer who had never let the Aerial Shrine surrender.

"Then it's time for you to communicate with the stewardess. You heard what I just said. There won't be only one person who wants to put aside those past concepts. The two of them need to re-communicate with each other based on data and will."

After saying this, Omo picked up the tableware again, but still did not forget to say hello: "By the way, stewardess."
To be continued...