One of the problems that people always have to face in the world is laziness.

Omer is not immune.

I often want to sink myself into the sofa or quilt sheets, and then fantasize about buying a wave of home robots, or ordering takeout every day.

Now, he has that economic strength, so what restricts him?

It's two months of high overhead.

It is also necessary to control the quality of Ma Niang's food in hand.

It is true that the true integration of nutrition into the three meals a day of the responsible Ma Niang is not a fixed indicator for trainers.

It's better to say that there are very few trainers who can cook their own meals these days.

Home robots, chef robots, and food delivery.

When the Treson College is open normally, the cafeteria is of high quality while providing free food.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for a trainer like Omer to personally control Ma Niang's three meals a day.

When chatting in the trainer's chat room, he was also surprised by his colleagues for a while, and they all persuaded him that there was no need to be so fine, especially a certain Nishizaki Yu training, and he highlighted a 'big husband is not informal, don't care too much about the three meals a day of the horse girls!' ’。

That's really what a trainer for Special Week would say.

The Japanese general who can stand up with a big belly by eating not only shows the magical plasticity of the horse racing girl's body, but also makes people want to catch the trainer to ask about the current situation.

So after he finished speaking, he would be forced to point at the Ayaka Tian trainer.

And repeatedly warned Omer: The diet of the horse racing mother still has to be managed, and the fluctuation in weight, whether it is heavy or light, must be paid attention to-

Then these words caused the second trainer of Yan Hui to ask in surprise:

"Your host would be willing to tell you how much you weigh?"

Then there were several trainers' +1s, including several faces who had been diving for days.

It's outrageous, most of the trainers don't know the weight of the horse girl they are responsible for.

It's outrageous, but it's also a reality.

And the reasons for this reality are also very arbitrary.

- Ma Niang doesn't want to say it, and you are not easy to force.

Even if you come up with a stern phrase like 'train you need to know your data,' not all girls will listen.

Wayward persistence, cunning evasion, and even arguments based on reason.

There are even many trainers who are 'pinched' by Ma Niang, and on the premise that both sides have no opinion, you can't say anything.

I can only sigh that the training policies of my colleagues have their own characteristics.

And his colleagues also lamented his bizarreness.

As a woman, Ayaka Forcea is a first-class trainer, and it is just enough to understand this kind of value under the friendly relationship with Ma Niang.

It is a taboo to ask about weight between people of the opposite sex, let alone an adolescent horse girl with a more sensitive mind.

Omer. Did the Linton trainer really not get kicked by Ma Niang?

Hello, no, don't believe you can check the .jpg of recent cases

There was only one food poisoning that had nothing to do with Ma Niang, and it could be reimbursed by accident insurance - although the store manager Kiryu had already covered the medical expenses before that.

Lying Rhodes?

That was last month, and it has nothing to do with Ma Niang, right?

I just never thought that in less than ten days, he would be working with the members of that company again.

Won't lie down again, will you?

Omo thought, looking up at the cityline in the distance.

Thanks to the restriction on the use of many scientific and technological products in the Jiemen District, the cyberpunk style on the cityscape is not strong, and there are not many floating cars in the sky, let alone large-scale projections, even the projections have disappeared under the restrictions.

On special days such as festivals, such restrictions are briefly lifted, but today is just an ordinary day.

So there are only the lights of the city and the stars, mingling with the borders, dotted under the white eaves, like crackling and splashing rain.

It was so quiet that he yawned when he looked at it.

Only then did he remember the fact that his mental condition was actually not very good.

The culprit was undoubtedly those two cups of coffee, and even if Omer didn't want to remember, the delicate taste of drinking oil seemed to stay in his mouth, and even made him chew wax even when he ate dinner.

By the way, tonight's kitchen is dominated by the café, and it is Bourbon who is the first to do it.

But looking at the feedback from outsiders at the table, the taste is probably good.

For the time being, the only thing that has some problems with the sense of taste is myself.

It is precisely because of Omer's poor state that when the kitchen is busy, a data seal of 'trainer standing forbidden' appears at the door.

It was Bourbon that was previously forbidden to enter the kitchen.

Now that she is no longer an electrical killer, she has successfully become a candidate for helping cooks.

Before Omer could rejoice, he was banned.

The child has grown up - I guess I should sigh like this.

It's just that the kitchen doesn't have its own place, and it's quite melancholy.

Although cooking is not a hobby, it has become a habit, and I feel a little uncomfortable when I am not in the kitchen before the meal, and I am not very comfortable sitting on the sofa that I want to sink deep into, and I turn my head frequently.

Then he was 'tortured' by one left and one right, sitting and playing with his mobile phone, and Akane reading a magazine.

With a glance at him: "Don't look at it~ The kitchen won't smoke" to start,

Then Akane didn't raise her head: "Little snake, you owe us an exhibition!" "Hit the match.

Then there was the interface of the speedo: "Yes, we got a call from Bourbon and rushed back, and even that Miss Thorne asked for leave to visit you, she should have been watching the booth over there." ”

Clara Thorne, a name that is subtly consistent with the human body of the Golden Furuhashi Lady in "Ultra Monster Anthropomorphic Project".

According to me, I felt some kind of fate from the same name of the monster girl's project, and took the initiative to contact Yabo Monster Co., Ltd.

The phase of the test, as well as the instant fit with Chairman Yabru, proved that it was as amazing as an isotope in an ectopic plane.

Considering the "location" theory he had heard from the Hall of Origin and Mr. Kay, Omer felt ...... Miss Thorne's statement, though full of thought, is not unreal.

Recently, he even thinks that Ayaka Forceda trainer is really that Kiryu Temple, but he doesn't know who he can correspond to trainers from another world.

Maybe there's nothing to do about it.

If the world of "Horse Racing Girl" exists, then even if there is a corresponding existence, it will not necessarily become a trainer.

More likely to be just a pure fan.

After all, I only started out studying horse racing.

If it weren't for the monster incident, how would you come into contact with the monster card, and then a series of subsequent choices would occur.

Most Source Energy cultivators don't question the existence of fate, and so does Omer.

In fact, regardless of the fate that Miss Thorne said existed, when she did pass the phase test and undergo the monster factor transplantation experiment, and became a true Jin Guqiao Niang, the question was no longer important.

She has made a decision to give truth to her illusory fate.

Respect and bless them, and thank them for their concern.

He really didn't expect that the taciturn Ace killer mother would entrust a colleague to take care of him, let alone her colleague would really take it.

Your workplace relationship is very good, which is in line with everyone's impression of the work of "Monster Girl".

Although the Jin Guqiao Niang in the FPop comics is the strongest and most evil final boss.。

It's better not to think about the positioning of different works, and after seeing that he was fine, this lively and friendly local girl from Anmei District also said goodbye in a warm tone and went back to share the work with her colleagues again.

This kind of staff obviously has a way to return to another dimension, but even if she goes back early, it still becomes a trick used by the speedy to play coordination.

Again to divert attention from the topic, and to try to reinforce his guilt or something, Omer honestly sat down to serve the food, and after that, it was the communication of the symbol of the moon, and the private chat with the Penguin Logistics boss standing in front of this balcony.

While looking at this city that seems quiet for the time being because the office is located, he and the emperor finalized the arrangement in a few words.

The moment you turn off the light screen, it is equivalent to relaxation, and fatigue will take advantage of the weakness.

He looked at the time again.

It's only eight o'clock!

It was the first time he yawned at this point, and it was emotional.

But when I think of finding something new for myself to do in just a few words, I will leave this feeling for a few days.

“… Trainers. ”

"Do you want to come to the balcony to breathe? Cafes. ”

The voice came suddenly, but Omer was not surprised.

The decoration of the appointment starts tomorrow, and before that, Ma Niang and the magic man's extraordinary hearing still have room to catch the footsteps.

Miss Shinjo Akane will feel out of place, and she will often slow down half a beat when everyone hears the voice and turns their heads in unison.

"I heard from my friends that you are sleepy."

“… It's not very, but it's sleepy. ”

Ome turned his head slightly, and the brown boy flashed dark red silk threads, and a faint hazy human figure could be seen levitating around him.

Even the demon's vision can't really be seen, and it's better to cultivate a spirit body that is so weak.

Although he thought so, the high-achieving students of the séance department and the spirits themselves always knew the situation better than themselves, so Omo didn't bother to put his beak, but only bowed his head slightly.

I don't care much about the other party's 'ventilation message'.

"But hearing you talk about friends makes me feel a little more refreshed, and I thought Miss Tranquility Sunday was so abnormal."

Hearing this, the café was stunned for a moment, and then reacted that the trainer was saying that the 'friend' had always been unkind to him.

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But this was not an opportunity to improve her impression, because she knew: "... She asked me about your condition and wanted to visit you......"

"And this time..., I didn't gloat on umastagram."

"Indeed," Omer bowed, "feeling the hard-won kindness." ”

He also thought that the other party would gloat, and after noticing the umastagram push, he didn't click on the app to see the details.

Anyway, it's only painful to watch.

rushed to the hot search entry by drinking coffee and entering the hospital, and there will only be a sense of 'I'm sorry to know you this way'.

“… Trainer ......"

In fact, the trainer and her 'friend' were all reluctant to talk about her relationship, and the café was about to give up, but it still felt weak because of it.

"That's how I get along with her, in fact, it's already a good relationship, don't worry about it, café."

Compared with the expressionless bourbon and the undisguised speedo, the mind of the tea house is more difficult to detect, and the dark golden eyes and slightly wooden demeanor seem to be able to hide many ancient temples in the deep mountains.

But she didn't hide the idea of wanting to make the relationship between the two sides better.

But is it necessary?

"It's not just respectful that you're friendly, café."

"Tranquility gave you the best on Sunday, that's all, and you shouldn't ask her to break a little more for someone else."

Raising his hand and patting her on the head, Omer walked past her.

"I'll go back to the house to rest, there will be decoration tomorrow, give you a holiday, and go to bed early."

No matter what era it is, the decoration is bound to be very noisy, and it will not be suitable for you to catch up on sleep.

But the café obviously won't think of this at the moment.

She was still stunned because of the first half of the sentence, and when she heard it, she only responded sullenly in the end:

“… Well. ”

I've been hit... Omerio glanced back at the back of the café.

Then move on.

This kind of truth, Sunday Tranquility's sister will not say it directly, and she will not even say it in a roundabout way.

He could only say it, but he didn't think the kid couldn't accept it.

It's just that it will be a little harder to digest, and if you look back at whether Tranquility on Sunday questioned herself about talking nonsense, you can know whether the teahouse has stepped over.