The memories of Ma Niang on rainy days are always complicated.

The heavy grassland and splashing mud will be liked by some Ma Niang, but some Ma Niang will avoid it.

Representative Chimei, who has had a representative victory on a rainy day, will probably be the former.

As the saying goes, memories fade and fade.

But technology and magic can make up for it.

Even if there is no chip, Ma Niang in the university department will be quite accomplished in source energy, and the development of the brain will not be bad.

Qianming didn't respond directly, and it was just because of complicated feelings.

It's raining.

For the representative of Qianming, the rainy day means not only the event and training, but also the last memory.

She is rare, and the retirement ceremony also encountered a horse racing lady on a rainy day.

When it leaves in the eyes of the public, it is a rainy day.

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Under the continuous drizzle, the umbrellas in front of the stands bloomed like flowers, stacked on top of each other, so that it is difficult to say whether you can glimpse the grass through the gaps.

This is the retirement ceremony represented by Qianming, with 8 wins in 15 fights in her career, which is not a good result just from the data, after all, in her time, there was a Rudolph symbol.

Just like Zhou Yu met Zhuge Liang, who was born out of nowhere, he was pressed everywhere, and several challenges were in vain.

It wasn't until October 6 at the Boundary Gate District Racecourse that she ushered in. B The end of fate.

The rain should have carried a bleak chill, but it was washed away by a large enough crowd of people waiting.

And when the protagonist walked up to the stands and waved, someone shouted:

"Hey! The rain has stopped. Close the umbrella! Let's take a look at Chiaki! ”

"Can you close the umbrella for a while?" There are also people who respond in this way and take the initiative to set an example.

When someone took the initiative to set an example, the people around him also put away their umbrellas.

The vision widened, and the brown-haired horse lady in her coat seemed to notice this, and she shook her hand, and under the flare of her coat flew up was the victory suit that would cause cheers and madness whenever she appeared in the arena.

The special custom race clothes that the horse racing lady will inevitably wear when she steps into the G1 level event is not only the condensation of the personality and dream of the horse racing girl, but also the due style even if it is at the curtain call of everything.

It's just that at this moment, the previous chanting and praise have never appeared, and even the unwilling shouts and reluctant retention are gone.

The rain didn't stop at all, and a group of soaking wet figures waved their arms vigorously in silence, also in response to the horse racer's greeting.

She carried her coat in one hand and waved vigorously at everyone with the other, and her bright smile was not real in the eyes of the distant crowd, but there were always people who were willing to help each other.

There is no traditional live, and there is no impression speech that stirs up the atmosphere.

She just came to say hello to everyone who supported her, and even said goodbye later, as if it was just a small thing, and she would still be galloping on the track.

In such a scene, the sound of the rain obscured most of the noise, and everyone watched as she gradually moved away from the meadow.

For everyone who witnessed the closing ceremony, it was a haunting past.

It's like a time that will be engraved forever, let alone someone who has a rare cold after that.

The memory is blurred even here.

He could have invoked the chip function, but the lower-level version of the function was powerless to capture fragments of his dreams for him.

Aumer woke up with a slightly confused gaze, and a subconscious imbalance caused him to move suddenly, and the obvious sound of footsteps also attracted a slight turn of a pair of brown horse ears.

"I said you, can you not sleep in the lab?"

It's not a concern but a complaint, and the attitude is as always.

Ellie Speed, who poked her head out from the front of the test bench, still holding a pair of tweezers in her hand, looked at the sleepy-eyed Omer on the seat, and after confirming that he was okay, she retracted her head again to observe the slide in her hand.

just muttered and complained:

"How could there be a guinea pig who came to the activity room and fell asleep on a chair, if it weren't for the fact that he was as honest as a guinea pig, I would have to kick you out."

"I'm sorry."

Ormo looked down at the white lab coat that was on his body, and he knew who it was by looking at the shoulder-width design that was much smaller than that of an adult male.

But it's still a little surprising, after all, I haven't seen it yesterday.

Although it is natural for a researcher to have a white coat, and even some people who are not researchers want to play the whole thing, but he has never seen this kind of thing in the room yesterday, and today it suddenly appeared, which inevitably made him subconsciously think about his intentions.

Probably some kind of anticipation, right? Omo thought.

Expectation is an inconvenient state of mind, whether it is rising or falling will have different behaviors, when you deliberately put on a pair of high-heeled boots and white coats that are different from yesterday, and the boots are still as smooth as new through the empty bar under the laboratory table, the expectations in your heart cannot be hidden.

I still want to run, although I put on a posture of 'running is better than experimenting' at the beginning, but Ma Niang will still want to run after all.

Omer withdrew his gaze from the top of his boot and lifted his white coat to his feet.

I made a chest expansion and stretched my waist.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Don't you have a terminal? Guinea Pig King. ”

The words were as prickly as ever, but at least note that Omer was using a terminal instead of a mobile phone.

Omer, who didn't care much about this rebellion, did activate the terminal and looked at it, it was now nine thirty-four in the morning, and it seemed that he had only slept for more than two hours, which was quite stable.

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It was his second day as a trainer.

If you don't have enough sleep, you won't adjust it.

And rightfully so, after all, he worked all night last night.

Yesterday, near dusk, he received a real-name online friend application.

ID: Nishiwilda,

Verified by UmaLine.

The roommate account of the Mapp Bourbon may be himself or the Mapp Bourbon, but it does not hinder the exchange of information.

The description and evaluation of the field performance, distance adaptability, different running styles, and even the speed fluctuation table and score line, together with the whole compressed package of documents, turned into a dazzling data after Omer decompressed.

And then it was rearranged by Ormer one by one, into the way he was used to dealing with it.

This kind of processing can really speed up the efficiency, just like the furnishings in the room, everyone has their own way of arranging, but they can more or less 'know where to put something'.

There are naturally people who are lost, but there are also many people who are cluttered at first glance, but they can always find their target at the first time.

This type of person has a unique self-rhythm that has become a habit.

Omer is one such person.

At this time, Omer had to admit that the game materials of "Horse Racing Girl" that Bizzer had said provided him with some references, such as the more gamified "speed", "endurance", and "strength" to summarize it is indeed easy to understand.

It's just not very useful.

Rather than being too precise and rigid in numbers, he would rather define them in more vague letters, and then throw them all in the recycle bin after formally considering the training plan.

He knew very well that the summaries he had made were only used to better grasp the situation, and not really represent that his subordinates would play according to those values.

Bi Ze once mentioned that there is still a mood in the game, but in reality, the elements that affect the play are too diverse.

At four o'clock yesterday afternoon, he also carried a set of test equipment prepared by Ally Suko himself to the training ground in the north of the academy with her for testing.

For the sake of research, he has also entered a lot of horse racing data in his own hands, and his familiarity with this set of professionalism even makes Omer a little speechless.

He was instructed on how to use the instruments that measure and record heart potential, heart rate, respiration and electromyography, and the latter even prepared the blood oxygen concentration measuring instrument for each lap.

It's too thorough, so thoughtful that most trainers can't do this, and they even think that Elie Suzi is making a bit of a fuss.

So they're not trainers for Ally's speedoko either.

On the other hand, Omo fully accepts, and even appreciates this level of professionalism, and is even very glad that his role is Alice Suzi.

After all, these instruments that he thought were really necessary if he purchased them personally...... Some are busy, and some are heart-wrenching.

Not only does it require a professional eye in the selection, but it also costs money.

But let's stop at the girl's surprise that the rich woman is hiding, after all, after measuring those values, Ormo realized that these values are not ideal.

Although this data is very consistent with a researcher who has been indoors for a long time, it is naturally not possible to go to the arena.

If nothing else, there is a long way to go from the nearby Meipu Bourbon.

It is true that Meipu Bourbon belongs to the senior character with amazing training, and it is normal for Elie to be able to compare, but less than a quarter is still too much, and it must be punched hard!

On the whole, the only thing that stands out is explosiveness.

But that's not to be praised either.

Elie Speedoko was known for her 'super high-speed' late-stage acceleration in the tryouts a year ago and the debut competition that followed, but she chose to live in the empty classroom on the third floor with her own self-recommended trainers, and even the thick curtains were always drawn.

From time to time, there was a little smoke, and occasionally there were screams of 'victims'.

Those who know are only doing experiments, and those who don't know think they are doing some kind of black magic.

Look at the current trainer information is a demon, oh open! The impression of black witchcraft is even harder to wash.

Omer, who hadn't thought about this yet, only felt that the 'tachyon' lady's rehabilitation movement was urgent.

However, if you want to come to the training plan, you have to consider the wishes of the parties.

At least Elle Suko's training plan will definitely not be as full as the Meipu Bourbon, as if she is going to run some kind of cup-

- The kind of game operation that is famous for high-intensity horse training, when Bi Ze recounts it, Omer frowns when he listens to it.

Reality doesn't work.

If nothing else, at least the reality is that although there will be something to be gained after running every race, it will definitely not be a magical event of 'greatly increasing attributes'.

The world is ideal enough, but it's not that ideal.

As long as you run over, there is no such thing as growth, and when it comes to this, you might as well take a look at the 'weird king' who has lived for more than 2,000 years and is still a rookie.

The effect of the blessing ceremony of the three goddesses is very real.

Every Ma Niang's debut competition will be blessed by the three goddesses, so as to be strengthened in physical fitness and even source energy affinity, and most of the natural abilities have begun to show up in a big way.

But Omer doesn't have to think about this, after all, his two horses have been blessed, oh. It seems that the debut battle does have to be rerun.

I don't know if the blessing of the three goddesses can receive the second round It doesn't feel realistic, unless I wait for when Dali Arabia is willing to take care of herself, and then ask.

However, the debut match was a few months later, and Omer didn't think much about it for the time being, but deliberately re-logged into the trainer's chat room and took the initiative to start a conversation.

The original intention was to ask for help, after all, there are so many senior colleagues here.

When talking about this kind of professional topic, these colleagues, who are usually full of gags, all behaved quite reliably, as if everyone's horse racing girls were not in competition, and even provoked a few diving members to join the conversation.

Among them was the lady Ayaka Sushida.

But it was also from there that the topic changed from the newcomer guidance to the trainer's grievance meeting, and then to the trainer encouragement meeting with the horse racing lady in the preliminary race of the Far East Darby.

At that time, Omer was already writing and painting on the side.

Sometimes I hit the external keyboard, sometimes I glanced at the encouragement meeting in the group chat, and from time to time I went to form a repeater, and I was familiar with my face.

I didn't expect that so soon, he would have to try Traison College and then integrate into the weird chat room painting style, which in a sense can be regarded as oppressive work demand.

Glancing at the chat room, pulling out a few sets of general-purpose templates from his collection, and embedding a well-thought-out schedule, this is how Omer spent his last night.

The night is long, and the roll is changed.

PS: Thank you for the tips of Miracle Cola, Forget Worries, Du Jingsheng, Wind and Clouds, Hengbing Flame Blue, 545, and Sieglong Dong Wall!

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