The chat room with the list of trainers moves up as your fingertips slide down.

The owner at his fingertips observed the network IDs of all the trainers, and tried for the second time to find the central trainer corresponding to what he knew from those whimsical business cards.

Normally, this is not realistic.

Among the great colleges, [not Kiryu-in] is the only one.

Unless there is a chat history of the relevant person that can be corroborated by detailed confirmation, it is just a waste of time.

Omer is indeed killing time, after all, if he doesn't do this, his responsible horse mother will be annoying to him, and the other acting horse lady. Still in the morning class.

It's amazing.

A few days ago, he was still struggling with the choice to work as a trainer, feeling that as long as he made a choice, he would be running to 007, as if he didn't even have the spare time to be a mercenary.

And yesterday I felt that this was indeed the case, and I even had to work overtime all night.

But he can be so bored at the moment that he can only peek at the water forum.

If you're bored, try to use the search engine to visit 'Yugel Corporation' again - this kind of time is not as fun as peeping, but Ormo still thinks it would be better to leave this to Morrison, a cyber vampire who claims to be guarded by a completely internal Digimon.

But there was no movement for a day, and Omer wondered if he had really been detained by the Digimon.

Or to be more direct, provoke the Internet police or bump into some cyber hackers.

The Internet has never been a place outside the law, and Omer, who has done big data collection, knows the boundaries very well.

Let's give him some more time. Omer thought to himself.

Instead, he flipped through the trainers' chat rooms.

Just look at the trainer ID that was called 'Good Opera, Take Me Away' before, and now it has become 'Good Opera!' Come and sit with me, I'm too late! ’。

"......" is a bit of a wonder, it's like seeing another Bi Ze.

I couldn't hold back my complaint:

When did this man's name become so radical. 】

Not only was this person ashamed, but he even replied with a meme, "I'm a good opera.jpg.

The 'aliens' in Traison's trainers... Omer pondered for a moment, and from the perspective of a suspected traverser, there were a few names.

Then someone asked:

[When a good opera comes, I will ask you what her name is]

[If you don't answer correctly, you'll be killed]

This person immediately replied: [Yazawa Nicole ()]

Get out.jpg Your graveyard has been found. 】

The one who can say this kind of reluctance is indeed a traverser.

Because of the 'non-existent memory', Omer can understand this kind of joke called 'CV meme', but it seems to the locals who don't know the inside story to be completely crazy.

So it should be that Jinlang Uchida trainer, right? used to be an acting trainer for good operas, but to say the most famous Ma Niang under his name.

And you have to count the golden ships.

It's the horse girl who is called the 'alien horse', and its radio wave level is far above Bi Ze, if the impression that the representative of Qianming gives him is that Tresen is the freest, then the golden ship is probably the freest in the interstellar.

Gotta walk around. Aumer thought to himself, and the conversation in the chat room had jumped to the topic of the official title of a good opera.

[Correct name?] 】

【Takesho Opera King】

[Or called]

[TM Opera King! 】

[TM Opera King! 】

Who do you ask me? I'm the king of opera! 】

There is no shortage of repeaters in this chat room, but this time it's not an otherworldly terrier, but an earthly cultural terrier.

テイエムオペラオー,This title can be split into . Opera O。

It is an acronym for 'Takemasa', オペラ (Opera) is taken from his mother's name: Opera, オー (O) means king, and the translation is Takesho Opera King, or TM Opera King.

However, because 'TM' in the context of Dongyan culture has a unique meaning, it is easy to have subtle misunderstandings.

With this in mind, the final translation of the Central Jockey Club became: Good opera

is known as the overlord and the overlord's good opera, with 26 battles, 14 wins, 6 sub-seasons and 3 seasons, and a career entry rate of 100%.

The second G1 seven-time champion after the symbol of Rudolph, whose deeds can be called the dragon of the horse racing girls, was surrounded by all the horse racing girls at that time and still carried out the myth of the heyday of the year, and the 605 Arima-memorial CM promotional text of the URA Association was even more praised:

'The year 615 of the Star Alliance, Arima commemorates

If you continue to win, all the horses will become enemies

The horse lady was completely surrounded.

The road should have disappeared.

Good opera. Why do you run.

The myth of the total victory of the year.

In this battle, people saw their dreams.

Come and witness the dream. ’

The word "dream" is the theme of the horse racing girl's career, and it is also the original intention of the establishment of Traison College.

As Chairman Akikawa once said to him, "Please let her dream come true!" ’

It's really an overly ideal place, and his thoughts drifted here, and he smiled silently, but his thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sound of footsteps.

It sounded like it was at the entrance of the stairs not far away, and the sound was approaching.

But he didn't pay too much attention to it, and planned to pretend to be dead as if he was playing with the terminal.

When he reached the top of the steps, he took a few steps in the direction of this side, and then paused.

"Ah, you are"

"......" listened to the slightly muffled female voice almost unexpectedly, and Omer took his eyes off the light screen.

I saw a black-haired horse lady with slightly amazing bangs on her forehead, and her gentle and curious golden eyes were looking at her.

Unlike her slightly mature voice, she doesn't look very old, and her body is even more petite.

After actually seeing it, I felt a little shorter than the speeder, and a certain demon thought rudely.

Is it a trainer of the speedo? Mr. Linton? ”

It's still that slightly low and mature voice, which makes it seem very strange.

If the voice of the Meipu Bourbon has a mechanical sense of no ups and downs, then the child's voice is a kind of emotional defect, or a strange feeling that only has suppressed emotions.

He was too calm, even more so than he used to be.

"Exactly," Omer nodded first, then rhetorically, "Manchester City Tea House classmates, right?" ”

"Yes, don't you dare to see the speeder?"

She lacks the desire to communicate as summarized by the intelligence, and even when she takes the initiative to talk, there is a clear pause in every sentence, compared to the mep Bourbon, Miss Manchester City Tea House is more like a social terrorist, or. It's just that I just don't like to speak.

Omer is a little suspicious that the other party is the type who will talk a lot once he gets on the chat software, but what needs to be dealt with more at the moment is obviously the other party's concern.

Yes, worry.

In the eyes of each other, exchanging messages with each other, Omer did not know whether the Manchester City Tea House saw his calmness, but he did see the worry in the other party's eyes.

It seems that the fact that 'I dare not see the speeder' is very worrying for her.

Considering the reputation of the speedo, this concern can probably lead to several directions

However, based on yesterday's performance and evaluation of Suko, coupled with the fact that Manchester City Café has shared a classroom with Suzi for many days, Omer is sure that their understanding of each other is not superficial.

In other words, there was no reason for her to be bothered by rumors.

In that case, is she worried that she will be bothered by rumors, or that Suko's relationship with the trainer will be stiff?

Thinking of this, Omer shook his head: "Not really. ”

In any case, in order to omit that worry and explain first, he replied very simply: "I wanted to catch her and go to the training ground for a lap, but she has an experiment that must be done at this moment, so I am waiting for her here." ”

"By the way, I wanted to watch, but she thought I was disturbing her." "Poof. Ah, sorry. ”

"It's okay, you can laugh if you want, but can you tell me why you're laughing?"

"It's the first time I've seen Suko bother her." The black-haired girl said, her right hand reached to her chest and clenched it, and her somewhat tangled gaze fell on the door of the laboratory because of the topic.

It was as if the mere presence of the person inside gave her a headache.

"Words from the past...... It's all her who bothers others. ”

"I think so," agrees Omer thoughtfully, "and the speedoko must have troubled the City classmates quite a few times. ”

"Just call me a café. Not. No, it does. Manchester City Tea House said, subconsciously wanting to refute, but found that this was indeed the case.

The atmosphere immediately became awkward.

Now it was Omer's turn to laugh, as if he had met another of his kind.

"It should be tiring to keep staring at her, right?"

"Hmm... But it's hard for me to imagine...... The way the speeder will be in charge of whom. ”

"You can't stop trying just because you can't imagine it."

As soon as Ormer spoke, he suddenly closed his mouth at the sound of footsteps behind the door, and the black ears above the head of the Manchester City Tea House turned slightly in the direction of the laboratory door.

Both of them heard the gradual footsteps, and when they realized this, the Manchester City Tea House also threw a little surprise at Ommer.

Ma Niang's hearing has always been quite excessive.

In other words, horses are creatures that rely on keen hearing to survive, and after inheriting this part of the body alienation influenced by the soul, the structure of Ma Niang's ears and horse ears is also the same.

The ear, to be precise, can rotate back and forth about 180°, can be upright like a flag, can also hang down the head, the hearing range is 55Hz~25kHz, and can hear a sound far higher than ordinary people can hear.

At the same time, the sound from 400m away can be heard, and if there is a synchronization of wind direction + wind speed, you can even try to distinguish the words from it.

However, because of this, high decibel levels can easily frighten them and even cause harm.

So some horse girls will wear earmuffs.

It's not just to show off your personality, but also to protect your ears and keep out flying insects such as sand and mosquitoes and moths.

As a horse lady without earmuffs, it is needless to say that the hearing of Alice Suzi and Manchester City Tea House, Manchester City Tea House cares about Linton Trainer who clearly looks like a human being, but seems to hear the sound of approaching footsteps.

Noticing her surprised gaze, Omo thought: it seems that Suko at least didn't say anything about her race when she communicated with her.

Then I heard the footsteps close in front of me, followed by the sudden slamming of the door!

"You two! I'm really using me as a topic to talk about it hotly!! ”

The expression was completely angry, and she still couldn't devote herself to the experiment, but she still held a test tube with a purple-red solution.

She was looking at the two silent men in front of her, the dark red under the grating brewing with undisguised anger, and then turned into a joke after thinking of an idea, and walked between the two men and women with the same black hair and a strand of white hair.

The difference is only the difference between the white hair on the forehead and the crown of the head.

"Freshly baked potion, who are the two of you?"

"Suko, you" "I'll come, I think it's my voice louder than the café classmates." ”

What makes the other party more angry than the voice is probably the content, the two people are discussing how to control each other under each other's ears, and Omo will naturally not poke it to find fault for himself, nor will he admit that he did it on purpose.

In contrast, the reaction of the students at the tea house seemed to be really unexpected.

Seeing that her first reaction was like explaining something, Omer's heart said that your response is useless and will be suppressed to sign an unequal treaty, and he stretched out his hand and said, 'I'll come!' ’。

"Huh~" Seeing that the experimental subject who wanted to deceive the most was not caught, the dark red gaze turned to the young man who was in his way, "Do you want to be in a hurry to be a hero when you first see it?" Guinea Pig King. ”

It can also be seen from here that these two people have ulterior motives and have a tacit understanding of misplacement.

"You're going to save the impression, right?" Omer smiled subtly, "Whether it's me who lets you do this, or you who plan to do this, by the way, what is the potion doing this time?" ”

"Eat."

“？”

"The special week in the next class wants this.,It seems to be with who's going to be there.,Little chestnut towel? Or rice grain? Forget it, I can't remember, it doesn't matter anyway! ”

I don't want to remember the names of my classmates at all, and I still have the courage to wave my hands at will, putting on a momentum that will distract everything:

"Anyway, they are going to compete to see who eats more, and I just happened to see how the horse racer could be in this regard."

Is there any need to look at this possibility?

If you can't get this potion, you'll have to turn into a toilet elf, right?

Omer strained his face and tried to make a decent face, and asked softly:

"What about its possible side effects?"

"It could be hiccups, or it could be glowing hands."

When he heard that it was not diarrhea, Omer was relieved, but he had a headache in the back.

"What is your obsession with glowing?"

(End of chapter)