Generally speaking, the winner stage of the horse racing lady has a habitual repertoire.

After all, practicing singing and dancing is a troublesome job, and the classic songs in the school are usually "うまぴょい伝説", "Make debut", "ュメョカケル", "Wining the soul", "Next Frontier" and other heroic golden songs.

Adhering to one: I just learned singing and dancing, can I not do it? The initial stage of the competition was also occupied by these songs that were almost calloused by the audience, but they were still enjoying it.

But since the initial stage is deliberately emphasized, it has to be mentioned that there is a common phenomenon in games: new players wear the rules, and old players go crazy to exceed the rules.

It is also known as: the big guy always has his own unique aesthetic.

As a result, songs composed by the URA Association were mixed into the winner's stage on a large scale.

Just like a free woman who even sang a geta on stage to torture a backup dancer, the URA Association is tolerant of this, and even the commercial department has gone out of business for this purpose, reaching copyright purchase agreements with several music distribution companies.

Of course, if there are conditions – or to put it bluntly – the URA association will even reach out to the horse racer and her trainers to discuss writing a solo song or even an album.

As everyone knows, the lifeblood of the URA Association is tied to these idols of Maltese.

Packaging and marketing horse racing girls is not only an alternative promotion of the competition, but also a natural feedback to the organizers.

Although most of the horse racing girls and trainers lack a good opinion of the association, it is difficult to deny that the career of the horse racing girls is also closely related to the URA association.

But now, Manchester City Café, which has only won an OP-level event, is obviously not eligible to receive a solo song.

Admittedly, Omer didn't set the winner's stage for the café before the race, and it was unlucky to open champagne before the game, even if he knew the list of contestants and their recent situation, he had to guard against the possibility of poisoned milk.

Secondly, the child can sing whatever she wants, and he believes in the well-behaved and sensible level of the tea house.

It's not always going to be a very neat track, which will make the most barrage tracks.

But......

"情と記憶のゆらぎ~"/The swing of emotions and memories

"特別な何かに選ばれたとして"/Even if it is chosen to be something special

"神のみぞ知る~"/ Only the gods know

"命のエビデンス"/Evidence of life

"月明かり陰る——!" / The moonlight fades into the shadows

"雑stepped に響く叫び" / A shout echoing in the crowd

"絡まった死霊振り払えない!!" / Can't get rid of the entangled undead

You'd better want to get rid of it......

Omer sighed inwardly, listening to the child's unusual voice in the audience, the rare high-pitched voice was really outstanding, it was clear that a month ago it was a child who would show a cute timbre if he was too anxious, but now he can control such a hoarse high voice.

I probably practiced it secretly in private... For the privacy and personal space of the girls in the office, Omer always subconsciously avoids it, so there are real surprises at such times.

No doubt it was a surprise.

After all, this is indeed his favorite song.

When the child sings the song she likes on stage, she will be moved by the feeling of 'it's like singing it to herself', but look at the reluctant condition of the two dancers beside her......

Perhaps it should also be lamented that this child's 'rebellious period' has finally arrived.

If the eldest lady of the gorgeous family wants to follow this kind of repertoire, it will probably be an impressive experience.

"この胸が産み出したidol"/An idol born in my heart

"鳴り止まない雷" / The thunder that roars endlessly

"いつまででも脳内Regeneration" / Always repeated in the brain

"もう抜け出せないの? I don't know！ "/ Is there no way to escape anymore? I do not know

"この闇に——Answerえはない!!" In this darkness, there is no answer

Such a heavy repertoire seemed to add a touch of darkness to the darkness, and the audience, who seemed to be completely indifferent to this, just flicked the dark gold call stick feverishly, so that the scene was completely integrated into the atmosphere of the idol stage.

And what about the three goddesses?

Sure enough, don't you care about such a small stage victory?

Omershang was looking around, but a hand reached out from behind, and the moment he tried to slap him, he turned around and held it, almost twisting.

"Stop, stop! It's me, it's me, it's me ”

Bi Ze's voice silenced him, but more importantly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar touch of purple hair in the generally dimly lit stage.

The darkness could not hinder the dark red eyes of the Majin, and he was completely sure that the familiarity of that moment was that of the only three goddesses he had ever come into contact with.

Dali Arabia, with purple hair and green eyes, has a fiery temper like the quiet Sunday Ma Niang, and her ontological temper is not as friendly and perfect as the AI-simulated brown-haired clone.

But it was precisely this that made a deep impression on Omer.

The monster-like aura of the black majestic horse is worthy of the god that the ancestor horse has turned into, and its oppression is far greater than that of Bai Ren who carries the shadow.

Wait a minute... Oppress?

Aware of the commonality of attributes, Omer calmly accepted the fact that the other party's figure was overwhelmed by the crowd again, and did not step forward to confirm it, and there was no need to meet him.

Thinking that I should probably accept the reality, I should also think about the possibility that the café itself has abnormal hobbies.

The kid... Maybe it didn't need the protection of Sunday Tranquility in the first place.

Someone was struggling as he thought about the signs of past contact with the café, and even the amazing few times the other party had used his Sunday tranquil spirit to communicate with him.

"Hey, hey, shouldn't you let go?"

"Didn't Balbeast X teach you not to rashly attack others?"

"He's teaching! Loosen a little, loosen a little! ”

Seeing the subtle appearance of this guy struggling, and not bothering to mention the topic of magic enhancing power, Omer let go of his hand and bowed slightly to the audience who turned back in front of him.

They didn't necessarily recognize Omer as the trainer in the C position of the stage, but they could see the two tall men next to Bizzer.

Especially when Mann's permanent form stood with his female companion of the same size, Dorio, it was equivalent to the oppression of the three big men.

So they will be very tolerant and go back and continue to call, but the movements are more stiff.

In contrast, although Tver on the side also noticed this group of people, this cosmic man didn't care at all, his hands wrapped in slippery tentacles were still clenching the calling stick, and he let out a whoop at the stage to blend into the rank.

How to put it, it's a bit embarrassing.

But when everyone is like that, you can feel deeply what 'unity is strength'.

That power can even change your perception and make you wonder if you don't join.

But those with strong self-will will will not be so shaken, as long as you firmly believe that there is a problem in the world, you can be given the surname of Uchiha (crossed out) and you can become Zero!

But if you don't want to be a mask sprout or a fan psychopath, you can look at everything as tolerant as Omer, as if you were the doctor who runs the hospital, and is tolerant of all patients.

And then it's not a patient, like an alien young son, and the doctor doesn't hesitate to despise it!

After greeting David and Mann and the others, he looked at this guy who was staring at the Metrons with great curiosity.

Considering that Bizer is also a special chef, Ormo was not surprised by his curiosity about the holster, but the eyes of Belstamon burned and he couldn't help but ask, "Is Balbeast X still talking to you now?" ”

"No, he told me two minutes ago to say hello to him, to you, and to this... Uh, Miss Bezi? ”

Bi Ze worked very hard, but only lasted two seconds, and just don't look there the challenge failed.

The visual field of view in the Southern Hemisphere is very magnetic.

And then, of course, he reaped the latter's contempt in the same vein as his partner: "Am I familiar with you?" Even my partner wouldn't call me that. ”

Not really, I'm just very uncomfortable with the name of xx sauce...... Omerxin said.

As a non-Extreme Easterner, he felt that the title was a bit greasy, and the girls called each other pleasing to the eye, but the words of the men's mouths ......

He never worked as a sauce factory.

However, Bi Ze has been in Japan, a different world from the same origin as the Far Eastern culture, for so long, there is no cultural barrier in this regard.

However, it is obviously a bit too much to shout Beizi at the beginning, and Omo feels that Bi Ze has probably made a common low-level mistake in the traverser group - rashly calling the characters he knows with titles and nicknames.

This is usually only seen in the group of self-talking, or uncommunicative travelers, and it has been three months since Omer has seen Blazer so mentally retarded.

However, he was not slow to react, and even apologized, and Omer was already whispering to David about the topic of horse racing mothers.

Of course, David is far less enthusiastic about the horse racing lady than his eldest brother Mann, but he thinks:

"Omer, you're the trainer of that horse lady, right? Is it okay to stand so far away? I've heard that you have a lot of friends here......"

Normal friends, come over and will care about your situation first, and then care about your relationship management, very brotherly.

Instead of Bi Ze, looking at the leather jacket on the left first, and then looking at the southern hemisphere on the right, he can only be said to be a brother Qin.

"It's because of those friends that I'm standing so far, it's okay, that kid can see this side, it's the kid I'm pushing."

"Push your child," Bi Zeyin, who had come to the side at some point, said compassionately, "Have you ever wondered what everyone thinks of the café after this game?" ”

"Walk in the dark wind~" Omer wrote lightly, but it is not difficult to understand what Bi Ze means.

"The signs of a dark skyscraper are popping up now, several races ahead of schedule!" Bi Ze emphasized.

These words reminded Omer that this guy's understanding of horse racing girls was based on a game and the reality of Marseille in their time.

It's also a kind of script, although it doesn't mean much, but it can also provide some reference for the fate of the soul of the racehorse.

"What happens in advance?"

"What will happen? I can't believe this is a question you're asking, don't you always draw inferences from me? ”

"Occasionally, I will be humbly taught."

"It will make everyone feel that the look of the café is all due to you, and then you can see that your style is even cooler."

"That's it?" Realizing that the two of them were not thinking in the same place, Omer breathed a sigh of relief.

"Isn't that enough? Don't you value the rejection of your reputation the most? ”

"I don't think it matters these days."

"Huh? Did something happen? I kept looking at the stage in the distance, but I also listened to David, who was listening here, joined the conversation.

"You have to ask what happened... That's a lot, by the way, David, do you mercenary groups earn the kind of bounty on the wanted warrant? ”

"Of course I earn it! However, targets that are too dangerous still need to be decided at a meeting. As he spoke, he glanced at the eldest brother who was already running to wave the call stick under the gaze of his female companion covering his face.

"It's not too dangerous, but there are a lot of people, and the individual bounty is low, so it's very objective to get together, how about it? Interested? ”

"This kind of ......," David scratched his head.

looked at his earnest-looking friend, and then at the two eye-catchers beside him.

He wasn't a virgin, and his girlfriend was by his side, so he didn't need to do the challenge, and his gaze almost didn't stop, falling on the Metron star.

"Something to do with him?" He asked in a low voice, just casually guessing.

But he obviously guessed correctly, and ushered in Omer's approving gaze.

"That's right, if you're interested, we'll talk about it in detail."

At this moment, Omer's mentality changed slightly.jpg

(End of chapter)