"Can you remember the feeling of stride?"

"Of course, I just watched Guinea Pig-kun's jokes, and now I'm in a great state~"

“… Let's see if the mud can give birth to a lotus. One of the researchers said, greeting the somewhat distracted Manchester City Tea House again, "Tea House students, prepare to time." ”

“…… Good. ”

After coming back to her senses, the Manchester City Café, who pinched her stopwatch, was facing the Elie Suzi, who simulated several changes in posture and then resumed her running form, watching her begin to lower her body and make a gesture of preparing to start.

Boom!

The sudden sound came from the burst of black flames, which made several horse racing girls in the distance look at them, but the trainer on their side was half a beat slower.

Omer, who was the initiator, just stared at the white robe in the distance in the fierce wind that rushed towards him, and then looked down, staring at the slight depression left at the starting point.

The flame was not worth mentioning, it was just a fireball that deliberately exploded uncontrollably to draw out the possibility of tachyon.

He looked at the running shoe prints specially embedded with metal shoes prepared for the horse racing lady, and turned to look at the Manchester City Tea House on the side: "Tea House students, if you were to run, would it be like this?" ”

Direct comparisons are disrespectful to others, but for horse racers who are already involved in racing for a long time, competition is their obligation.

"It's going to be deeper."

Manchester City Tea House directly gave a better response, she was not such a strong girl, that is. It's a matter of facts.

"Sure enough, strength and physical training should really be on the agenda."

Ome looked back at the brown shadow that had rounded the first turn, a field where several racers were training together, but some on the inside and some on the outside, occasionally meeting on the same track, or chasing or overtaking, which would have some rhythmic effect.

The rhythm of breathing, the rhythm of running, the choice of route, Omer's vision from a distance is not observant, but in terms of the performance of running

The chaos of all this is not unclear.

"It seems that I need to participate in parallel training and even simulation races." Omer sighed, and the Manchester City Café, who was holding a stopwatch, nodded.

"She's been out of class and running for too long."

"If you have the opportunity, can you train with her more?" Omer took advantage of the invitation and continued to add teammates to his children.

Running side by side means that when a horse racer is training, she should run with 2 or more other horse runners to simulate the sense of competition on the field.

"No problem but I've been lately. It's busy. ”

"That's okay, just participate when you have time, today, I wanted to entrust Meipu Bourbon to practice with her, but this is a bit cruel."

A cyborg who has maintained high-intensity self-discipline training for a long time, and a researcher who has just begun to rehabilitate, Omo feels a bit bullying when he thinks about it, and the already obviously raised hostile consciousness of Elie Suzi is afraid to be even more advanced.

Thinking of that direction, Omer shook his head again: "...... Forget it, let's take it step by step. ”

"Well, it's better to have a while." is also a horse racing lady's teahouse, looking at Suzi's performance at the moment, she is also a little worried.

.

It's a strange uphill feeling.

It looks like I haven't run for too long.

The centrifugal force of the bending is also terrible, and this research result is not ideal. What will the guinea pig think?

Trying to maintain her posture was affected by the corners and uphill slopes, and Elie Suko, who was trying to regain her rhythm while running, had little time to glance into the distance, and in a hurried glance, she saw the two of them turning their heads and talking to each other.

Guinea pig king and the tea house, are you talking about yourself again? Or is it the exchange of source energy? No, no, the guinea pig-kun's words will probably still ask the horse racing lady, right?

He also seemed to have some interest in the café yesterday

The thoughts in my mind gradually wandered, but the speed under my feet gradually increased, especially in the final corner.

Unbeknownst to her, the eyes of the tea house and Omer had already returned to her Elie Suko, and a strange brilliance was already blooming under her feet.

A short section before the finish line, some Ma Niang will run with full attention, some Ma Niang will run by instinct, and some Ma Niang will always plan all kinds of things in their minds.

Those things may not even have anything to do with horse racing, but they just gave birth to the idea of wanting to finish sooner and get to the finish line earlier.

The root of the living being, the desire of the soul, a little awakening.

“… It seems that the only skill she doesn't need to train is the only skill she doesn't need. ”

Witnessing the swift end of those strange moments, the pale blue light that accelerated around the running burst was so obvious, as if the big horn told all the witnesses that I had opened the skill

This also made Omer comment softly, and subconsciously reached out to make notes on the light screen, and only noticed that his palm had recovered when he reacted.

"Haha. Such as, how! Trainer-kun! Cafes! ”

Ma Niang, who was dressed in a white coat, bowed down, holding her knees with both hands, clearly panting but not forgetting to continue to maintain her spirit as always.

It's just that the sound is loud and makes the breathing even more chaotic.

"What a result!"

"You'd better stop," Seeing that it was so difficult, Omo reluctantly raised his hand, gently patted her back with one hand, and tried to remove her white coat that had become a complete burden at the moment with the other, "Tea party classmates, report the results." ”

Elie Suko, who had regained a little more upright, was obviously dissatisfied after listening to the time signal of the tea house.

"Damn, it's only improved a little bit, this can be regarded as a verification failure!"

"The idea is correct, but the theoretical practice is not detailed enough." Carrying the white coat, which already had a lot of sweat stains and felt that it needed to be washed when he turned around, Omer asked for his briefcase back to the teahouse, and reached out to fumble for the water bottle.

"I didn't expect to correct too much the first time, and I wasn't surprised by the result."

"It's a shame I can't put you back in the lab so early, and it takes at least three rounds of practice to adjust for both uphill and cornering."

"Well, even if it's me, I can't go back to the experiment with confidence when I see this kind of data,"

Under the surprised gaze of the Manchester City Café, Elle Suko accepted the request for additional training very honestly, and then leaned over to her: "By the way, what were you talking to the Guinea Pig Jun about?" ”

"In the future, the café classmates will run and practice with you when they are free, I originally wanted Bourbon to come, but I think it is better to build some basic confidence for rehabilitation patients, right?"

Omer said, handing over the bottle of mineral water.

"And your shoes, go back and show me." "Oh, guinea pig-kun still has this hobby?"

"Aluminium alloy shoes are used for competitions and weigh only a third of the weight of very mild steel, but they are less resistant to wear and tear, and training shoes are heavier but more durable."

"I don't doubt your expertise in waterproof and slip resistance, but is it the other way around in training and competition?"

The shoe, an iron aid attached to the running shoes of the horse racers, is attached to the sole of the shoe and functions as Omer said.

For horse racers, farrier running shoes, like the equipment of mercenaries, are an indispensable weapon and logistical support.

Regarding the slander of Ma Niang, the trainer said professional enough words, and even squatted down directly to see the appearance of her shoes, which made the former quite uncomfortable.

"Is the toe a reinforced resin or plasticized iron?" He looked up at Ally, who had taken two steps back, "I still remember that there is a kind of racing alloy shoe called 'Winning and Losing Iron' in the racing circle of horse racing girls, you won't order this directly, right?" ”

"Are you really a rookie trainer?"

The surprise on Eili's face was the same as that of the Manchester City Café, as if she was not Omer's mother-in-law.

"Forget if you are surprised, what are you surprised about? Don't you know what I do? ”

Omer looked at the child a little speechlessly, and slowly stood up.

"Of course I'm a rookie trainer, so I'm a fake."

(End of chapter)