Treson's southwest is home to a gym, a soccer field, and a row of lounges and locker rooms.

There is also a honey specialty store that is sandwiched between the gym and the football field.

Although there was still a lingering bitterness in his mouth, it did not prevent Omer from finding a bench on the side of the road and sitting down, holding the drink in his hands with both hands.

Looking at the cover with the farrier painting on it, he took a sip of the straw in a very solemn and serious manner.

"No, it's still too sweet."

He sighed, commenting on the honey drink that he had specially asked for to be 'lighter and thinner'.

was reminded by an enthusiastic colleague in the group, and got information that seemed to prove that he thought too much, so he wanted to drink something sweet.

I did see the storefront.

Maybe it's because of the time of the class, the door of the franchise store seems unexpectedly deserted, and it's rare to have this opportunity, so I just went to buy a cup.

The honey special drink, known as Eight Thousand Three by the Dongyan people, is a prototype application of katakana for the reason stated in the message records.

It can also be regarded as a well-known drink that took off with the Ma Niang race and expanded towards the stars.

As you can see from the name, this thing is high in sugar and calories, and ordinary women will probably stay away from it even if they can accept its taste.

But horse racing girls are different.

Running is a high-intensity athletic race, and their energy expenditure can be seen from the staggering amount of food they eat.

The high sugar and high calorie content such as honey special drink makes it stand out from the crowd and become the only designated drink that has swept countless horse racing girls.

There are even dozens of 'licorice' flavors specially launched for horse racing girls - to be honest, the average person can't drink the difference, just like the so-called 'soul' flavor, which is prepared for creatures with special tastes.

But the two are obviously not to be confused, and Omer's reaction at the moment is the most intuitive proof of this.

He also wondered if the taste would change a little after the bloodline awakened, and if he could accept the honey special drink, the high calorie of this thing would be a good drink for him.

But the result can only be said to be overthinking.

Even the most diluted sweetness is not very acceptable, maybe his taste is too deeply affected by black coffee, Omer thought so, raised his head again to look at the horse racing girls on the football field in the distance, and took another sip of the straw by the way.

The brows were also subconsciously twisted.

"If you can't get used to drinking it, why force yourself to drink it?"

Suddenly, the inquiry from the side made Omer look up in surprise and look at the court again.

"I bought everything, and I can't waste it." His tone was flat.

"Huh? Good Dongyan's speech," the voice showed surprise and curiosity without pretentiousness, "It clearly looks quite Western." ”

To this, Omer just silenced and took another sip of the drink.

The sweetness that gradually accumulated and the thoughts that he tried to suppress made him feel a little 'tortured', and he wondered how the other party could appear here.

"Do you want me to be honest? Chiaki represents Miss. ”

The person who came was a representative of Qianming.

The first local three-crown racelady in the Far East, she was also a palace-level racer, who had long since retired from the post of Rudolph but had found another position at the Academy.

She lowered her head to talk to Omer, her brown hair falling naturally, and her smile was free and easy.

Such a face printed on the medallion suddenly appeared vividly on his side, and the impact on Omer should have been greater than the previous high overlook.

But he suppressed the impact, and even the sweetness in his mouth became a new weight to suppress the impact.

So Omer replied with the seriousness that such people are the least good at dealing with.

As expected, he saw the embarrassment of such people, and the panic that changed depending on the severity of the situation.

The latter did not occupy a proportion, and Omo only smiled a little embarrassed when he saw her:

"Not really, but I just saw a new face unexpectedly, and"

Representative Qianming pointed to his curved bangs, but it was intended to remind Omer: "It may be a little offensive, but the wisp of you here reminds me of a friend." ”

"It's not difficult to understand, after all, it's in this academy."

Omer said without thinking.

"My adoptive father said the same thing, but it wasn't what I wanted, and I just didn't bother to dye it black."

"That is to say," the girl asked in surprise, her eyes flashing with interest, "and she was born too?" ”

“…”

O Mo was silent when he heard this, and this silence came suddenly, which made the other party stunned, and then folded his hands and said, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean that." ”

She was not slow to react, realizing that it was still like inquiring about her origins as far as the results were concerned, especially since Omer himself did open a conversation.

"It's nothing," how could Omer, who felt that he had failed to stabilize his mentality, blame her, he was even reflecting on his 'mistake', and then said lightly, "So what's the matter with Miss Qianming?" ”

"You don't need to add honorifics, you're not from the Far East, are you?"

"But you're supposed to be a pure Far Easterner."

"Oh, I don't care, can I sit down?" "Whatever you want."

Ao, whose palms began to squeeze the plastic cups, remained silent, staring at the distant court.

By the way, I didn't pay attention to it when I was clearly closer to Elie Suzi before, but at this moment, I could clearly smell the smell of shampoo wafting in.

It seems to be a yuzu type.

"Who are you paying attention to? The yellow-and-black earmuff kid? ”

The smell was closer, maybe tilting.

Once again, Omer wondered if the horse racers were all out of proportion in their sense of distance.

Now that he knows that the Meipu Bourbon is a desperate gamble with courage, what about the representative of Qianming next to him?

Ormer locked his gaze firmly on one side, even though he might have an answer by looking sideways.

"Want to know her name?" She was still asking.

"Nicky Kobayashi." The mouth that let go of the straw said calmly.

"She is a horse racing lady who is very talented in source energy feng shui, but some people on the Internet think that she is more like pure yin and yang than feng shui."

"Wow~"

Omer heard a small round of applause, but he also noticed that the breath was slightly away, which made his heart settle down a little.

And the other party is still saying:

"The intelligence work is so good, is it really aimed at that kid? She's only in her second year of junior high school, and she's still more than a year away from the tryouts. ”

"No, just as a Source Energy Cultivator," Omer said, an index finger sticking out of his palm, which was still pressing on the plastic cup, and a candle-like flame popped out from his fingertips, "I don't have any intention of paying attention to her. ”

With that, the index finger returned to the line of the plastic cup, distorting its shape even more.

Omer even felt as if he was a little used to the honey drink.

"What about the other kid who juggles the ball? You must know that kid, right? ”

"After all, I'm a Umastagram celebrity, young but knows how to run a business and show off my strengths in appearance and voice."

Umastagram, abbreviated as Umasta, once appeared in the words of Suzi, the main social software for sharing photos, is no different from the Twitter function, but the main users are Ma Niang and related followers such as trainers and Ma Niang fans.

"Huh? This evaluation is so spicy, and it is clearly as sweet as a honey drink. ”

"Only the horse racer can stand the honey drink, and I will choose black coffee."

"Isn't coffee or something as boring as Rudolph?"

Representative Qianming wordlessly looked at the disposable plastic cup in the young man's hand, which had completely distorted its shape.

The drink called Honey Special Drink was clearly drunk by the young man, and at this moment, the eyebrows and eyes that were motionless like a god statue could not even be seen from the previous tangled expression.

"You have to be prepared when you come and talk to boring people."

"But I think you're an interesting person, haha, don't sigh! Actually, I'm looking for a place to rest. ”

"And I've always loved the bench, especially in the fall, when the leaves fall down."

"......" Omer looked up at the leafy trees overhead, probably imagining that kind of scenery, "is there a culture of mourning?" ”

"It's not that far, but I like the wind."

In terms of speech and personality, Qianming is indeed not a pure Extreme Easterner, she is as free as a Falu, and her mouth makes Omer jump to an imaginary windmill city.

Looking back at Ma Niang, who was facing off the ball under the instructions of the teacher in the distant court, Omo was silent and did not continue the topic, and Qianming on the side was also silent, both of them seemed to be looking at the distant court very intently.

Then Omer suddenly said, "What about the rainy day?" ”

"It's not bad on a rainy day, but if you think about it, I have as much to do on a rainy day as I do when the wind blows!"

"It's hard to remember if there's more," Omer said softly, "and even if it's a chip, you need to think about it from time to time." ”

"Haha, are you here to sell chips? I don't think it matters. ”

Ma Niang's casual and comfortable voice came calmly.

"Even if it's a past that I can't remember, the time I forgot may be left in someone's hands."

“……”

"Uh-huh, isn't that handsome? Yes! It's all at this point, no, I have to go to the pool to have a look, goodbye~! ”

The wind blowing suddenly beside him made Omo subconsciously turn his head to look, and saw the figure who got up and waved to him and left, and before he could say goodbye, he saw the other party suddenly turn his head.

"That's right!"

The blue light of his eyes fell on him, and even more so on the twisted plastic cup in his hand, and a slight smile of pleasure was drawn on his face.

"Aren't you already ready to drink honey? But don't force yourself like this, let's talk about it next time! ”

With that, she turned around and trotted away.

Suddenly came, and suddenly ran, but it was only a trot.

It seems that Ma Niang, who is as free as her, still needs to care about the school rules that the campus cannot run wild.

She didn't even ask her name and say that she would talk next time. Did you come for yourself in the first place?

What's with?

Aumer was still puzzled, and suddenly heard a rush of footsteps, and saw the other party suddenly turn back.

"Well, I haven't asked your name yet!"

“…… Omer, Omer. Linton. ”

"Linton trainers, yes! Okay, you can just call me Qianming in the future! ”

“……”

"No, we have to run this time!"

The wind came and went, and the wind ran even more, leaving Omer to watch her back fly away, and his thoughts froze in place.

The reason seems to be nothing.

She really just wanted to talk to herself on a whim, and she almost forgot to ask her name after chatting.

But suddenly there is a harvest of calling his name, and he really doesn't look like a far-eastern person. Not to mention the Far Easterners, this is a play and even a bit alien.

It's not very appropriate to describe each other as aliens, so let's take them out.

Omer thought to himself, and looked down at the plastic cup in his hand again because of the touch in his hand.

It was indeed unexpected to be able to drink so much, but if you can drink Omer pressed his chest, trying to suppress the feeling of nausea, and suddenly heard a dripping sound from his pocket.

This caused him to activate the terminal, and he saw Morrison's Q version of his face appear on the light screen:

"What does the Ugur company do, you ask?" Morrison was apparently motivated by the message Omer had sent earlier, "What does this have to do with the trainer's work?" ”

"Maybe? If you are free, you can help me find a relationship, and I am not in a hurry to ask for answers. ”

"Okay! I've recently learned a few things from a few flesh-and-blood, mechanically ascending hacker dudes, and as long as it's not a complete Digimon gatekeeper, you can try it. ”

Morrison agreed, as if he was very good, but Omer clearly remembered that the mature Digimon under the full body corresponded to reality.

…… Just if the rules of the online world are different, you can't be too harsh on an electronic vampire.

looked around in the light screen, mainly looked at the playground in the distance, and then asked:

"By the way, the interview went well, right? How was it like on your first day in Traesen? ”

“… Overall it was smooth. ”

“？” After more than ten years of getting along day and night, Morrison could instantly hear the complexity contained in his adopted son's words.

"In general?" He tried to confirm it.

"Well, in general." Omer responded.

It's going well, it's just a little busy.

I'm still a little sick to my stomach.

No one will see the title name and think of the Golden Ship, the Golden Ship is the most free (x

(End of chapter)