I didn't expect that the goddess, who didn't even know much about the common sense of stuffing the cash box, still had a terminal, so what does she use that terminal to check on weekdays?

Omer, who was descending the mountain, pondered the problem of lack of nutrition.

On the whole, everything went quite smoothly, and even omitted some of the necessary steps for formal worship, such as going to the hand water house to wash your hands.

But then again, a Western horse goddess and a Baide district demon, why bother to follow the rules in a Far Eastern shrine?

After Omo asked the goddess to scan the code, he made a wish to rattle, and even clapped his hands casually and made a wish.

It's the kind of 'hope that everything goes well' type wish that belongs to the most model lake, and then I saw the goddess a little embarrassed and said, 'I can't realize your wish, or do you want to make a promise related to the horse racing lady?' Aren't you in charge of a horse lady? ’

As the goddess of the Horse Racing Niang line, it is not difficult to understand that she can have some specific abilities in the field related to the Horse Racing Niang, and Omo is not surprised that she knows the number of Horse Niangs under her command, and he is even willing to believe that the other party can be accurate to the individual of Elle Suzi.

However, Omo still didn't mean to make another wish, just smiled, shook his head, and said that it was okay, and it was better to achieve the goals related to the horse racing mother by himself.

This answer made the other party very satisfied, so when Omo went down the mountain, he had a dark golden guard in his hand.

The other party seems to have really pulled himself to make a set of worship and it's over, he didn't say anything else, and Omer couldn't say anything else, so he could only say goodbye first, thinking that he would have the opportunity to bring gifts to get acquainted again, so that he would have more courage to find a topic.

As for the omamori......

Omer looked at the guard in his hand, the dark gold guard in the center of the guard with dark red lines to weave the outline of the running horse, holding it in his hand has a cold feeling.

The Imperial Guard of the Far East, which is essentially a talisman, is what Omer commented on this: Feeling... Not as good as the earnings of commemorative coins.

With a commemorative coin cos double-faced man's power increase, it is more reliable than waiting for others to save it, this thing is better to turn around and throw it to Elle Suzi, maybe you can save some air conditioning costs.

Wait a minute, Traison doesn't seem to be counting the air conditioning bill... Omo touched his chin and found that he could come to the laboratory to prostitute air conditioners in the future, but after thinking about it, staying in the laboratory would most likely be required to cooperate with the experiment, and this wave of costs and benefits may not be very well matched.

See you in the afternoon... With a sigh, he looked back at the unread messages on the light screen, Keliff asked him how he was doing, and Bizzer sent a new message asking if he could get Elie Suko to shout Teliga...?

The meaning is unknown, and it may be that aliens are peculiar to madness, so Ormo skipped over and talked to Keliff first, and then turned to the cafeteria.

I deliberately missed the peak season in order to experience the legendary free canteen where all horse racing girls can be fed.

However, even if the peak period is missed, there are still some Ma Niang and even employees in the canteen.

So these people can't help but look at the new face of Omer in surprise.

Is there such a young trainer in the school? And this hair color... Is it the emperor or a fan of the emperor?

Omer passed by calmly with these gazes.

The hat and mask had already been taken off at the shrine, and the thought that some horse racing girls were looking for him on campus, characterized by the appearance of the same road as Miss Tsunakawa Reins, he simply went straight to the window to do a menu quantum speed reading without disguise, and then let out an unexpected exclamation.

'MD, carrots are so good! ’

Although the menu is varied and balanced, most of it involves ingredients like 'carrots', so much so that the name of the dish at first glance makes Omer a bit 'carrot' gestalt.

But fortunately, this cafeteria also knows that this school is not full of Ma Niang who loves 'carrots', and there are still some normal dish names to choose from.

It belongs to the type of recipe that is too easy to be blinded by the high-frequency 'carrot' at first glance, but still leaves a way for others to live.

"Excuse me, I'll order these."

"Okay, please hold the sign and wait."

There are ready-to-eat sets of meals, and there are freshly made dishes that can be waited for slowly, so Omo chose a sparsely populated edge seat and sat down, embedded the number plate into the interface of the table, and began to look at the other food in the cafeteria.

Food that Elie Suko will love... I think that from the perspective of a researcher, he will start with nutritional balance, but he doesn't know the recent physical condition of Eli Suzi, so he should be conservative in his choice, and consider a balanced diet and taste......

Omer smacked his lips, feeling like he didn't have much choice.

It's better to think about it later, and you can consider reproducing the recipe prepared for Morrison back then.

But if you think about it, you find it troublesome, because the recipe needs to be improved.

The difference between the tastes of vampires and horse racing girls is obvious after all, and he can't give Ally a whole table of blood products.

So not only do you have to cook the food yourself, but you also have to adjust the recipes... Do I need to request an additional kitchen? Or do you want to talk to the back kitchen of this canteen if you can borrow it?

Thinking of this, Omer's eyes turned to the back kitchen again, and his gaze was slightly empty because he was thinking about the difference in taste, but there was a slight sound of moving chairs in his ears.

"Question, can I get permission to share a table?" "You ——? at will"

Omer, who didn't even notice when the other person appeared, suddenly turned his head and saw a face as beautiful as a puppet and lacked emotional features.

The blue and black eyes met in mid-air, but the former moved away without a wave and placed the plate in his hand on the table.

"It's rude." She said.

If Ormer's usual speeches lacked an undulating calm, her tone was lifeless inorganic, as hard and cold as the metal headdress on the right side of her cheek.

That face is familiar, and this tone is even more familiar.

When Omo watched her sit aside and start picking up the tableware, he also looked away as if he was paying attention to etiquette, and looked at the kitchen window in the distance again, his face was calm, and his heart ... It's a bit of an earthquake.

After all, this is the one he originally expected to block himself.

At the college entrance examination scene that day, Alice Suzi hid in the shadows, and also successfully hid in Omer's intelligence blind spot.

And a certain cyberhorse girl who blocked the door directly and honestly really fell into Omer's field of vision, and also tried to go back to remedy the existence.

It's just that I missed it after all.

At that time, Omer didn't care too much, but now that he has become a trainer, he feels a little pity when he looks back.

He did think about it, for a moment.

But he also remembered that the other party had a trainer, and that trainer was still a traverser, and he had another set of opinions about the horse racing girl.

It's better to forget about digging corners, but even if she thought that she would meet again at Traison Academy, and even those horse girls who were looking for her would most likely notify her, Omer never thought that the real encounter would be in this kind of scenario.

The cafeteria was blocked, one was waiting for food, and the other was sitting with a plate...... What is this?

No, take a step back.

Why would she sit next to her and not across from her?

And doesn't she have friends who go to the cafeteria with? What are the trainers doing?

Omer, who still looks like he is looking at the window, although his hearing is worse than that of Ma Niang, he is still keenly hearing, enough to hear the subtle sound of eating behind him.

The sound of cutlery and chewing was steady enough, she stopped without eating, and there was no obvious sight poking from the side, as if she was just coming to share a table to eat.

With so many vacant seats, you come to me to share a table to eat?

Sitting next to a stranger of the opposite sex who has only appeared in TV interviews?

Is the Meipu Bourbon a horse racing girl who lacks a sense of crisis so much? There won't be any new weird reputations, will it?

Instead of feeling the gaze coming from the sidelines, Ormo had already noticed the scorching heat coming from several places in the distance.

No, what are you excited about?

Ormer's brow twitched uncontrollably, and he began to feel that the waiting time was unusually difficult.

Why is the food I ordered still not good? Can just a few Chinese dishes make you toss for so long?

Omer, who had already considered getting up to deliver the food to the window, turned around after thinking about it.

He suddenly remembered that he had a question that he had not answered, and it was clear that this was the best opportunity.

"Can you disturb for a moment? Miss Mapp Bourbon. ”

As long as he is determined, his ability to act is always excellent.

"Permission, please state the instructions."

This kid... Maybe you can cheat to mine virtual currency......

Listening to this mechanical role-playing tone, and the gesture of putting down the dishes immediately after hearing his own speech, Omer's heart wiped sweat.

"Do you remember six days ago? On June 9th, you went to the college entrance examination room. ”

"Confirmed, I asked Nishinohana-san to take me to my destination on that date, in other words, to complete the task together."

"Can you ask why?"

Adaptability is really powerful, because there have been many 'distinct personalities' around her, plus she has studied the other party's information, and in just a few words of this actual meeting, Omer has been able to ignore her abnormal way of speaking.

"Yes, confirm your location so that you can be analyzed."

“？”

Omer looked at the horse racer with long maroon hair in amazement, the pair of blue eyes were always so empty, and the light was clearly focused on him, but Omer couldn't see any emotion in it.

It's as if the other party is really a 'cyborg'-like existence.

"Why... Well, analyze me? Honestly, when he thought of this word, Omo remembered the spiritual examination of the Heavenly Gate City.

He had indeed been analyzed by the cold machine, and then he was thrown out a page of psychiatric tests that he didn't want to read.

In retrospect, I also have mixed feelings.

However, the Mapp Bourbon was consistent, and replied decisively and directly: "You have been entered into the database, and I judge that you need to confirm that Omer. Is Mr. Linton qualified to obtain 'permission'....."

It just might be a little hard to understand.

And at the mention of this, her gaze swept over the badge on Omer's chest, and at this moment, Omer noticed a change in her gaze.

The pair of empty blue eyes suddenly had a focus, and Omer was finally able to read the emotion called determination.

"I'm in desperate need of a 'master' who can work with me at the moment, well, that is, a trainer."

She even considered the difficulty of comprehension, and deliberately switched the easy to understand statement - before Omer could be moved by the other party's emotions and understanding that belonged to the organism, he was blown up by this content.

"Huh? What about your trainers? ”

It was the first time for Omer to encounter such a big discrepancy in information.