After the class bell rang, most of the people around the training ground were reduced, and Omer leaned on the runway fence with his hands in his pockets and did nothing, looking at Elie Suzi playing with her mobile phone without distraction, and then looked at the Manchester City Café on the side, and came out with a belated thanks:

"I'm sorry for you, classmate, don't you delay class in the morning?"

"It's okay, I don't have classes in the morning."

Stuffing the water bottle that Elie Suko no longer drinks back into the briefcase that Omer asked her to help bring, the Manchester City Café is so well-behaved that it looks like Ommer's horse.

It's better to say that there have been many curious students and colleagues who have come to ask before, and a fresh-faced trainer with two famous horse girls is easy to attract curiosity.

But their ideas are not all wrong, after all, Omo did sign two horse girls, and they are both famous 'problem' horse girls, but the people are not right.

It's also a pity that the Meipu Bourbon has to attend classes honestly and can't spare time, so they can't come to help train.

So at the moment when he couldn't spare his hand, the Manchester City Tea House that volunteered to help was really touching.

"What do you mean by no class?" "Remember what we talked about souls? Guinea Pig King, the tea house is a high-achieving student of the source energy descending spirit system! It's not in your intelligence, is it? ”

It's like a keyword search touch.,Erie Suko, who suddenly joined the topic.,It seems that she doesn't want to let go of any opportunity to hit Omer.。

Then it brought out the honest and well-behaved teahouse: "Because of the wind of the séance. I was worried that other students would panic, so the school also kept it a secret. ”

“…… Then I'm really honored. ”

Omer, who was deeply touched by the word 'secrecy', could almost instantly think of the events of the Heavenly Gate City.

The story begins with 'secrecy' and ends with 'secrecy', and Omer doesn't intend to think about Terra's Heart and the Key these days.

Among these secrets, probably only the 'secret' of Manchester City Tea House has the lowest threshold for knowing.

"You are. Trainer of the speedo, so. Sooner or later, too, it will be known. ”

It's just such a threshold.

But this can also understand the faint spirit son that I just saw.

But more than that, Ormer wanted to ask about the note.

"I see. But café-san, do you remember Tachyko's lab, or the paper balls discarded in your utility room? ”

After noticing that the opponent was not difficult to touch, he decided to straighten the ball.

"Paper balls?" The other party's reaction seemed to be impressed.

"Yes, I needed to vacate a new chair yesterday, and I took the liberty of rummaging through the clutter pile and finding a paper ball from it."

As he spoke, he paid attention to the other party's demeanor, The doubts on that little face at the moment never disappeared, and it always proved that he thought too much.

"I have to admit that it was rude for me to check the contents of the paper ball without permission, and I'm sorry for that, but I don't mention the content for the time being, and I care about the logo of Yugel."

"Because I've heard that a lot of shops in the Traeson neighborhood have been approached by that company."

"Well, handing out flyers and pitches... I also have the notebook they sent," only when she heard the end, the doubt on the girl's face faded, she nodded, and then she was stunned for a moment, and her dull face directly showed a little flush, "Is there any content... Turn... Running or something," "What? Is it a little secret that can't be told? ”

Erie Suko, who suddenly burst into the topic, was obviously listening to it until this moment in order to strike 'this blow'.

And it can be clearly seen that the other side is redder, as if in a sentence.

Seeing her reaction, Omer felt a little disappointed.

Simply disappointed that your instincts are wrong.

It seemed that it was just a little girl's secret and not some real suspicion, but when he thought so, he saw a faint figure suddenly appear on the other side, and shook his head at him.

Aumer was stunned, and then was interrupted by Elli Suko, who suddenly squeezed between the two.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, guinea pig-kun~"

Ben was still 'torturing' the Manchester City Tea House, carrying out secret exchanges between girls, but she was still holding her mobile phone in her hand, as if she had been pushed a message that she couldn't help laughing at when she saw it, and was moving towards Omer: You are still interested in participating in this kind of competition! ”

“？”

Suddenly hearing such a sentence, Omer first typed a question mark, and then an exclamation mark.

Probed to look at the screen with the Manchester City Tea House, and saw the first bold headline:

[Top 10 Dark Villains of the Year's Appearance Selection, Omer. Linton had 263241 votes in the first round and advanced to the top 50 in the second round! 】

“……”

Omer was silent, greeted by two different gazes, playful scrutiny and incomprehensible repression that made him look like a criminal suspect.

The corners of the suspect's mouth twitched: "First of all, I have to say that this is not my name." ”

"Secondly, it's time for you to get up and listen to my running form."

"Okay~"

Aili Suzi also knows that she can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, at least she can't force the other side so quickly, so she regretfully withdrew her hand and stood up and walked towards the runway.

As for Omer, he first glanced at the open space on the side of the Manchester City Tea House, and after thinking for a moment, he still focused on Fang Cai's words first.

The students at the café don't know, or don't care.

But the spirits around her seemed to know something, but motioned for him not to ask.

Let's find another opportunity.

He walked to Ally, switched the terminal screen to public mode, and directly pulled out the standard running simulation diagram that had been prepared for a long time according to Ally's height and weight planning: "Let's talk about the arm first, correct it according to the angle above, and you simulate it." ”

In anyone's opinion, Elie Suzi is not very enthusiastic about running, and even Omer, who can let her run first or twice, deserves to be praised as 'very skillful' by colleagues passing by.

But Omer himself understands it, and even the Manchester City Tea House, which is also approaching, can see it.

The researcher was undoubtedly willing to run.

Living in the laboratory, she studies the possibilities of the horse racing girl's speed, and even does not hesitate to carry out 'live experiments' that sound scary at first glance, which can be someone else or herself.

'I could have been an experiment myself, but not yet,' she replied when Omer asked about the test.

For experiments that really use oneself as an experiment, the target of research should not be drugs.

"That's right? Putting it in handy, guinea pig-kun. ”

The body leans forward slightly, but the head and upper body are still in a line, and Eli Suzi bends her arms slightly to restore the posture of the freeze frame.

Her sense of her body was better than Ormer had expected, so much so that Ormer didn't need to correct her posture too much, just slightly tilted the angle of her arm.

By the hand of a mage.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a correction."

"Pay attention to the frequency of the swing arm to be stable enough, and you should understand the importance of the upper arm flexor group and the medial hand muscle group." As he spoke, as soon as he stepped on the ground, a streak of ice stretched from under his feet, straight straight ahead for a steady enough line.

This is purely a haste that cannot be moved, and the grass is inconvenient to draw lines, and it is the same as the hand of a mage.

"Adjust the step distance according to the length of this ice line, and save your physical strength a little to achieve a complete explosion at the end of your foot." He said.

The last foot mentioned in the horse racing is the explosive power of the final sprint.

After the general improvement in the quality of horse racing girls to the point that the mile race was included in the short course, the current race is only short, medium and long distance.

Even if it is a short distance, it is at least 1,800 meters away.

Such a field is destined to make the vast majority of players unable to sprint at all costs at the beginning.

Even if it is a so-called running method that goes straight to the front of the whole way, which is called 'running away from the horse', it is necessary to regulate the use of physical strength, leave a few distance ranges, and be wary of the outbreak overtaking of latecomers.

The real explosion is always at the end of the distance, and this is also the time to reflect the purity of the 'last foot' of the horse racing girls.

Trainers understand this, and so do horse racing mothers who have stepped into the profession.

"Guinea Pig Jun ~ Check the error here." "Don't worry, I'm looking at the retreat of one centimeter, okay, no problem."

The horse racer who "......" the pace, and the trainer who stood close and bent slightly to observe the stride, the Manchester City Tea House on the side looked at this scene that should have been commonplace, and always felt a little weird.

She couldn't think of a reason because she didn't think about it.

Now.

The two researchers, Omer. Linton and Elle Speedo.

We are working together to make adjustments to the 'Erie Speedo' experiment, and we are trying to make the first test with the smallest possible error.

(End of chapter)