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A superagent's message kept the screen open, and Omer just lowered his eyes and played with the box in his hand.

By the way, reassure the friend who was so loud that it made the maid robot turn back: "Be careful of neighbors complaining about disturbing people, you." ”

Redefining appeasement.

But Bi Ze did quiet down.

He ran to the door, beckoned the robot to continue resting, and then cowered back to Omer.

“… This is your championship trophy......"

"I can see it."

Turn it over slightly to reveal the row of characters directly in front of you.

The 33rd "Top 10 Dark Villains of the Year" championship trophy - it should be very glaring, but it seems to be getting more and more indifferent lately.

"So I can take it apart, right?"

Omo asked lightly, but Bi Ze was still nervous.

"Uh, of course, whatever."

If this guy is a horse girl, he probably even has his tail wagging nervously from side to side, right?

Ormo glanced at him, then sighed at his over-trainer thinking.

"Don't stand in front of me and put on this look like you've smashed something, it's not like you at all, look like an alien."

"Huh? What does it look like? ”

"The appearance of the Cowhide Candy Man," Omer looked at the obsidian-locked moonstone and continued lightly, "Remember when we first met?" ”

"Uh... It's a bit hard to look back on, at that time. ”

"It's really troublesome to operate, it's enough to show the enthusiasm of that time, tell me about the new universe, the new universe ......" Omer chewed on the title, and looked up again, "What was the original name?" Officially registered international name. ”

"Well, I think about it," Bi Ze said, thinking a little, "it's Neo Universe." ”

attracted Omer's complaint: "Aren't you Dongyan people? How do you pronounce a strange smell of the Far East? ”

"Uh......" was questioned about his nationality, and Bi Ze wanted to reprimand loudly, but he couldn't deny his pronunciation, so he could only defend himself, "Playing cards." ”

A convincing argument, Omer nodded in immediate acceptance.

“Neo Universe… Universe."

He smiled, remembered a song, and then asked him again, "It won over the desert heroes?" ”

"I have the impression that I won a game, you wait, I'll search for it." After all, it was not as convenient as Ormer's ability to retrieve memory files directly, and Bi Ze said and went straight to the computer.

Retrieving the results of racehorses in another world may sound a bit whimsical, but as long as you consider the information sharing in the circle of time-travelers, there is nothing wrong with that.

Carrying the trophy, he got up and walked to the bed next to Bethel's computer and sat down, and Omer watched his search jump.

"There it is! 03 years! Japanese Derby! Bi Ze turned his head and saw that Omer was also looking at the screen from the side, so he turned back and pulled the information of the horse race, "The old rival President Sakura, the desert hero who won three times in four battles, this seems to have set some records... Oh! It was the first time a foreign rider had won a Japanese derby...... Foreign riders...? ”

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the young man who was still looking at the screen, and there was a pair of eyes focused on the information on his face, which was not very oriental.

Think about it too much......

He looked back.

The trainer is a reflection of a rider from another world...... Although this kind of statement has been used, it is mostly in games, and when it comes to the reality of this world, although there are also people who have put forward such a doctrine, and even some practical examples, it has not been widely recognized.

More trainers are living counterexamples.

Just like his trainer brother, the three horse girls under his command are also incompatible with the corresponding three horse racing riders.

He couldn't say what kind of Trinity fusion freak Omer was......

With that in mind, he dragged the vertical progress bar on the page slightly, so that the Trinity Fusion Monster could tentatively browse the rest of the content.

Bi Ze is just a mobile gamer.

Although I once liked the feeling of being in prison in a horse racing girl, most of my understanding of real horse racing is related to mobile game prototypes.

The rest is by the clouds.

Just like some players who like mobile games with the theme of ship girls and gun girls, they will know more or less about warships and firearms, and if they are interested, they may check it in detail, and then have more cold knowledge to talk about.

Bi Ze has investigated a lot in detail, and the rest is made up by Yun!

And the reason why he remembers the name of the new universe is also because some time ago someone mentioned the news of the implementation of the mobile game in the forum.

It is said that there are also desert heroes in the plot of the cultivation, which gives Bi Ze the impression of connecting the relationship between the two.

And now......

"Are you sure it's it? I heard that the horse racing girl mobile game in my hometown is going to be out of her. ”

The progress bar is pulled to the end, and there is not much to talk about in a race book, so it is better to go to the horse racing wiki maintained and updated by some traversers.

Bizzer looked back at Omer who had already lowered his head to look at the trophy again.

Seeing his movements, he couldn't help but feel weak, and then shrank his head.

But the 'death sentence' he was waiting for was not visible on Omer's face.

Under the calm expression that seemed to hide all the thoughts, even the eyes did not appear to be as sharp as they were.

It seems a little weird, brother, this state...... Rao is an alien boy can also sense the subtlety of Omer's state at the moment, and then look at the trophy he is slowly lifting the base.

Did this trophy hit him so hard? He thought subconsciously.

"Seventy percent of the possibility, the remaining two percent of the way up to you to provide me with her information in the horse racing game,"

"What?"

At this moment, Omer suddenly replied, but Bizer did not react.

"The horse racing lady I'm looking for, there is a seventy percent chance that it is her, if you can give the new universe as a reference for the horse racing girl, maybe you can make up the remaining two percent." The demon replied without raising his head.

Looking at the creator's signature at the bottom of the base, Omer wondered if he had guessed wrong.

Specter/Ghost, Goblin

This kind of signature is somewhat rambling, not like someone you will know.

But this trophy design just captures some of the essence.

The pitch-black pit viper wrapped around the crystal moon, seemingly firmly controlling the moonlight in the center, but it seemed to lock the light of the crescent moon and prevent it from scattering and slipping away.

The moon does not emit light, but only reflects the light around it, just like the moonlight on the moonstone, which is also the result of distorting the light from outside.

It has always been someone else's light, and if it is not locked, it will pass away.

The so-called brilliant gems have always been containers of light.

Retaining the brilliance and processing the brilliance is equivalent to pouring value.

That value is being shaped by desire.

The pit viper, carved from obsidian, is black to purple and faintly colorful, which is the embodiment of desire.

The desire to break open the container and extend the entanglement, locking the light reflected in it, is the extreme self-control.

It makes people feel depressed when they look at it, but it doesn't make them hostile.

Because it represents an extreme, but not dangerous, self.

Omer couldn't help but wonder who made the sculpture and who carved it.

More than the craft itself, he has a sense of being completely amazed by the dissection.

Always observing and dissecting others, there is finally a day when positions are reversed.

But perhaps this is also a part that cannot be avoided as a public figure.

To be noticed, to be understood, and even to be dissected image, self-...... In the end, it is usually the peers who are doing it, for example, the famous horse girl will be analyzed by other horse girls and trainers about the running style.

It is precisely the confrontation with each other that will spy and understand so deeply.

In addition, there will also be some more fanatical fans or something, analyzing and summarizing everything about you from a simple observation perspective.

Aside from these two possibilities, there is also a third.

- Acquaintances.

Acquaintances who simply know you and know you a lot.

It's just that the signatures of ghosts and ghosts are too vague and ambiguous, and the first thing he thought of was the tea party, this time it was Sunday Tranquility, and then some unclear alumni or netizens.

Those who have shown an interest in the séances and necromancy, whether explicitly or implicitly, who has this technology?

He had no clue for a while, and felt that it was more troublesome to investigate and verify than the work at hand.

Yes, even now, he still finds it troublesome to investigate and verify the commission of the desert hero.

The reason is like what Bi Ze asked after he finished speaking:

"Twenty percent? Who do you keep 10% for? ”

"There are a lot of similarities in horse racing, aren't they? Just in terms of the name. Omer looked up and walked out of the immersion.

Although there is no shortage of whimsical names for horse racing, thousands of horses enter the selection process every year...... The full name is not heavy, but it is normal for there to be overlap in the constituent elements.

For example, a horse racing with a universe in its name may also be related to some astronomical speaking habits.

Omer still guarded against the lowest possibility, and patted Bi Ze's shoulder: "Let's make a list for me that I said at the beginning, and then the information of the new universe, and send me a copy of it." ”

“？ Do you want to exhaust me? ”

"I've heard you're pretty idle."

"I've made appointments for all three jobs! What to say about summer jobs, summer jobs! ”

Elderly high school students are full of words, and the age of adulthood does have great freedom of choice of work, this guy is in college in his hometown world, and it is really reluctant to come here to mix high school.

But when Omer raised his hand to the box that had been dropped on the ground, he asked, "So let's talk about this vote?" ”

The other party shouted: "Okay, okay, I'll list, I'll list!" ”

This reaction inevitably made Aumer smile.

I remembered some memories of when I was still in school.

"I won't bother anymore, I'll take the trophy with me, no problem."

"Of course, no problem, yes!"

Bi Ze suddenly remembered something and shouted, turned his head to see Omer, who also turned around, and his voice was a little lower when he met his gaze, but he still had the courage to ask:

"Did you turn on Do Not Disturb and didn't look at your email or anything? The organizer would like to contact you to discuss the production of the peripherals......"

"Can I refuse?"

"They're going to give you a bonus, which is a big vote."

"What's their name?"

(End of chapter)