"Even if it's going first, it's very ordinary, isn't the speed of the sauce used to running in the middle distance?"

"The faster-than-light princess wouldn't make that kind of mistake! She's just... She's just ......"

The pink-haired girl shouted something more shameful than Bi Ze's 'Speedo-chan', and it was hard to believe how she could say her name in such a crowded crowd as the racecourse audience.

And then, as a matter of course, being watched by the surroundings.

Café: "Faster-than-light...?" ”

Bourbon: "Princess? ”

Akane: "Oh~ very good at talking! Digital Sauce~"

"Uh-huh......"

Her ears drooped down directly, and the horse girl named Erie Digital seemed to have been struck, and her dying eyes revealed a slight sense of struggling to survive.

She saw two grown men looking this way, both of whom were trainers, one of whom was even the trainer of her roommate.

He is said to be a mature and steady person.

What does he seem to have said?

"Respect, understanding, blessing."

"Goo Wow ......"

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Although it has been mentioned many times, it is the first time that I have actually met and contacted.

As a dormitory roommate of Elle Suko, it means that she is also a central horse racing girl with full potential.

For Omer, she also has a very familiar trait, like the extra Metron next to him.

This is the trait of looking at the running posture on the field and the stars in your eyes.

That is, Ma Niang's idol kitchen.

And it is of the highest level of purity.

This kind of person is also like a fish in water when he enrolls in Treson.

Every classmate is an idol who can D.

Today I see the sticker over there - respect death, tomorrow I see the sticker over there - respect death, because I don't feel tired at all and become a frequent visitor to the infirmary.

Recurrent anemia or something... The nasal mucosal blood vessels are not very strong, and they have been doing peaceful sit-ups for a long time.

It sounds like a hassle, probably a problem student, but in reality, Erie Digital has quite a lot of self-control.

This can also be seen by the shame she feels at the leak of the title - this girl has a lot of common sense, so she does her best to hide these 'anomalies'.

It's like trying to cover up the dead house around his shame, trying to retain a normal reputation in society.

Most of these people are inconspicuous on weekdays, so they can't talk about problem students.

Even a very small number of people even have good reviews and high-quality social networking.

And Erie Digital, as a student of Central Traison, is a rising star with talent in both mud and grass, and it is so difficult to hide from mediocrity.

But she clearly lacks self-awareness.

I didn't even realize that compared to the running talent that the horse racing girl almost has is guaranteed, the 'ability' cultivated by her hobby is a truly rare skill.

It can help herself and others in their racing careers.

Even Elie Suko, who rarely praises people, will mention and praise it in front of Omer, "It's well worth using as an experimental reference, Digi-kun's eyesight and judgment."

She can almost be regarded as the same kind of Omer, who has investigated and understood countless horse girls intentionally or unintentionally, and has formed a certain 'professional sense of smell'.

So she could see it.

It's like the three silent retired horses sitting in the back, and like the first-class trainer sitting beside Omer.

With their age and experience, they are still young, and they are not yet the perspective of a person like Omer, who can keep up with the insights of these people......

Central Treson's environment in which countless excellent horses can be seen can be said to be indispensable.

But even so, there is no sense of repulsion between the two of them in terms of personality - in terms of personality, the two are not the same kind of person, and there are also different emphases in the direction of the use of 'insight'.

So Omer beckoned, "Focus on the arena, girls." ”

Even if the previous sentence almost made the other party lose its highlights, but now these words can still attract the grateful eyes of the pink-haired girl, after all, there is still room for redemption.

At the moment, it is only half a foot into the prison of social death, if you really let the girls who are 'pushing' by yourself, you will be under pressure, then you will really go to the execution ground.

But even if Omer doesn't speak, someone else will speak.

is like Yutaka Nishizaki on the side, and like the three eldest sisters behind.

Although it is very casual on weekdays, this is the scene of the game after all.

"Cherry blossom traces! Still in the state of collaring! Jianyu regulations are in hot pursuit, and the next thing is a classic comedy that maintains a constant speed, blocking the front of Ally's speed, is it planned to rely on the advantage of the prologue to completely block Ally's future! ”

The sound of the commentary seat has always been there, sprinkled throughout the arena through the radio, making many gamblers who bet on Elie Speed extremely nervous.

But the real 'group of relatives and friends' of Eilisuko is noisy and noisy without any sense of crisis.

This includes Akane, who doesn't know much about horse racing, and Miss Yamato Akaji, who has a video call with Yutaka Nishizaki and can't wait to get to the field immediately.

The latter is naturally the guarantee of the trainer's vision, while the former's confidence comes from the calmness of the speeder trainer.

It's not just calm, it's just casual!

The little snake even raised his hand in the air from time to time, and the speed of the five-finger rhythm seemed to be typing fast, but it also took a long time.

It's just a complete inattentive look, not to mention the worry about the speed sauce.

[If you are photographed by a reporter like this, someone will attack you for not caring about being a horse lady]

The sudden message alert made the fingertips beat for a moment.

When Omer turned around, he saw that the representative of Qianming, who was still looking at his mobile phone, slowly raised his eyes, and waved and smiled silently when he met his gaze, attracting suspicious glances from friends on both sides.

No openings, no conversations.

The rookie trainer turned back and leaned back in his chair and looked down on the field with his arms crossed.

It seems that he is finally focused on the field, but occasionally raises his eyes and looks at the screen in mid-air.

It's collapsing, it's toppling, and the buildings on that screen are crumbling.

Thanks to a certain Metron who was already sitting on the side, Ormo sent out a group of coordinates ten minutes ago.

The creation of a new world for the invading coalition forces is carried out at the data level, which means that there should be a real data host, just like the existence of the 'world tree' and 'constancy' in the digital world.

Supreme and often regarded as a god to ensure the operation and even expansion of the world.

Destroying Him, and even controlling Him, is what really makes the plans of this group of aliens go to naught.

It was precisely because Ormer was struggling to find his existence that he would let the Metrons operate on his behalf.

And now...... It's still someone who does it on your behalf.

The Chaldeans, the Clock Tower, the Land of Light, the Super Agents, as well as various mercenary teams and infiltrated police suits—the 'Righteous Ones' of all sizes and scales, representing all positions, are all operating in that data world that cannot be directly destroyed.

They have only been unable to find a target all along, and they have been investigating and fighting at their own pace and style, but at this moment, they have all obtained the information that should have been top secret in their own way.

Towards a corner of the new world.

And the people behind all this are watching it all in front of the screen.

In the crowded audience, even too many points at the scene will be captured and used to attack, so you can only honestly hold your arms with your hands and overlook the arena.

Overlooking the race behind the first corner.

Then he tugged at the corners of his mouth and smiled a little helplessly.

Looking at the Ellie Suko, who was still behind and was almost the little tail of the first queue, he already realized that the other party was a rookie trainer who wanted to do something, and silently reached into his pocket and called up Galatron's card.

He needed to work on the multi-threaded logic project now to prepare for future interviews.

After all, that girl dared to use the arena as an observation and testing ground, and the next step should also be to show Ma Niang's desire not to admit defeat.

At best, I should probably feel a little relieved.

Of the three horse racing girls under him, there is finally one who really uses his own information.

And the price is ......

is afraid that there will be more tricks in the article of his denunciation.

(End of chapter)