AM8:15, Central Traison

Even just passing by the window door will attract the students' puzzled eyes. Linton, on his way to the activity room.

With a bit of youthful sentimentality, but also with the subtlety of the past and the present, his steps are not very easy.

It's just that even if there is no boss staring, the trainer should not put on a P face to get along with the children.

So let's have some fun.

Think of this as the center.

Think you're already a trainer here.

Think about it again, I already have four people under my command who have collected intelligence, and they are D horse racing girls who are rounded off.

So......

Well, that's it!

If you think about it again, your steps will be so light, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

Compared with the digital teacher, Umastar, who is more professional in both mentality control and expression management, has arrived at his loyal post.

And then, paradoxically, no one greeted right away.

Ai Mu Orihime, who was closest to the door, was sitting quietly reading a book on the lazy sofa that had been added in front of her, while Mipo Bourbon, who was a little farther away, was playing with her mobile phone, and a flamboyant and contrived male voice like an opera leaked slightly from the headphones.

And Erie Suko, who is standing steadily in front of the experimental table, is making tea uncharacteristically.

In contrast, the Manchester City Café across from her seemed to be acting as usual – pouring her coffee over without moving.

But that's still not right.

Even though he had a lot on his mind, in the face of such an obvious abnormality, Omer still sensed the problem.

After all, one of the things that he is proud of in this team is that all the members are very polite.

Even the most 'prickly' Elie Suko will have a normal greeting, and Ai Mu Orihime, who always has a 'you're so annoying' expression, will not leave behind the surface kung fu that has a great sense of distance.

But at this moment, everyone was quietly doing their own thing, and not even one raised their eyes to glance at Omer, as if the door had not been opened, and there was no formal boy like him standing in the door.

It also made him pause the greeting that had already poured into his mouth, silently walked to the edge of the table by the window, and put down the briefcase containing the documents and files in his arms.

After that, he went back to the activity room.

Of course, the activity room has not become a dimensional separation of other worlds, and the gate does not have the characteristic of separating latitudes.

Once he realized this, the teenager had to regret admitting that his previous speculation about frequent interrogation had been fatally wrong.

The girls' urging may not be eagerly awaiting training, on the contrary, each of them is not very happy.

And the spearhead is pointed at himself.

But if it's like being angry because you're stepping on it yourself, it's too late...... Retracting his gaze from the self-directed teahouse and the bourbon, Omer ruled out the most ideal, strictly speaking, possibility of dealing with it.

Those two were the best-tempered of his girls.

The reason for them to join this 'Far Eastern bullying' should not be so casual.

Merely... How so?

Did you do anything that made people particularly angry today?

Whether it is pure thinking or thinking in the logic of thinking substituted for the memory of youth, Omer does not solve it for free, but if he has no clue...... He was about to connect it to the previous episode between the real machine and Elle Digital.

But that's probably not the problem.

Although the interpersonal relationships of these girls of the same age are likely to be inextricably linked, if they want to be so concentric, not to mention girlfriends, at least they must be sisters.

It has to be a real sister, not a mouthful of Jimei's ammunition pack alternative.

But while he was still pondering, a girl with black hair and waist suddenly stood up, put the cat-patterned coffee cup in her hand on the table, and pushed it in front of the boy.

The aroma of black coffee is as good as ever.

“……”

The girl didn't speak, and the dark golden eyes didn't reveal anything, but after her, another cup was placed on the table and pushed in front of him.

The chemically bonded cup was filled with a bright red liquid, and the rising heat carried the most obvious aroma of tea.

"Guinea Pig-kun, which side to choose?"

Erie Suzi, who launched this cup of black tea, became the first person to speak out at the moment, and this also made the teenager feel extremely confused.

The atmosphere jumped from the Hongmen banquet to the name of the vote all of a sudden, and a change does not mean that it is easy, after all, choosing this concept itself points to inevitable loss.

"Is this a gamble?" He looked at the coffee and tea in front of him.

I also noticed that Bourbon and Aiori were glancing at this place.

The girls' anger seemed to come and go quickly, and it was reasonable that there would always be a reason to vent, but he couldn't understand it.

Or is it all acting? That Extreme Eastern bullying gesture just to scare yourself?

"Don't worry about that, you just say which one to choose, don't think about it," Ally, who could obviously guess that Omer's brainstorming was not angry, "It's just to scare you, who told you to come so late today." ”

Is that so? That posture doesn't look fake......

Looking down at the young man in front of him again, he sighed, raised his hand and hooked, and with a slip, the liquid in the two cups rose, dissipated heat, and mixed, and then was pressed by a palm and slowly pushed to his throat.

"Evil...", Suzi Deng showed a disgusted expression.

I seem to have thought of what a nightmare it would be to mix black tea with black coffee.

And the teahouse is still an intimate padded jacket, and worry has surfaced on his face: "... Trainer ......"

It's just that out of the shadows came a laughing evil spirit.

Then he was confined to the ceiling by Omer.

As if glued to it with double-sided tape, its back against the ceiling, only a black hair hanging down to cover a lot of face.

looks more like the 'heroine' in a supernatural film.

It's just that when she yells, she is more like a gangster supporting role, so the teenager put a layer of soundproofing on her again.

"It's a little hard, but it's okay."

shook his hands one after another, but it did not prevent the nausea of hanging his head and pressing his chest, and the young man with a somewhat difficult expression finally survived the stamina.

It's just that his eyes still have the ice blue of the dragon and the white pattern of the rainbow snake, and at first glance I thought he was stuck in some bad state.

After spending half a minute, he relieved himself and sighed: "It's good that I'm young now." ”

Whether it's facing all the choices or drinking some messy things, it's a privilege to be young and calm.

But that being said......

"Usually not much older, right," Ai Mu Orihime said lightly, "Now, the difference between three and four years old?" ”

At this moment, she had already put down the book in her hand and looked directly at the current Omer, as if she was not the one who was directly knocked unconscious by her sister's operation yesterday.

To be honest, the boy thought that she would be absent directly today, but he didn't expect that she not only came, but also could hold back so much.

"Three years old." The speeder on the side, carrying a thermometer-like thing, looked at the pestle in Omer's head.

"The physical age of 16 is really not illegal as she said."

"She?" Omer frowned.

It seems that the previous question suddenly has a clue.

But if you want to put this clue in, you can't run the whole way.

Isn't it too illogical?

Faced with the thoughts of women, he once again let out such a useless exclamation.

"So girls, the prank is over, the choice is complete, isn't it time to listen to today's training plan?"

As he spoke, he pulled out today's training schedule and the sign-in roster for the horse racing girls from his briefcase.

In the case of both electronic and paper versions, he actually prefers the electronic version, but today's Miss Junchuan is particularly 'enthusiastic', and when he was still dragging the handlebar trailer into the school gate, he was already at the door to ask for warmth.

He was also specifically asked to come back to the office to get the roster.

When I took the roster, I was concerned about the current situation, and even joked that I could call her Sister Reins or something...... once aroused his vigilance, and almost thought that it was another Maruzensky two monsters.

It doesn't seem to be.

Not sure, look at .jpg again

That's right, but I don't have a chance to look at it again and have to come back to work first, but fortunately, the trainer's work is mainly behind the scenes.

- Preparing the training plan, preparing the training conditions, and connecting the joints of the competition registration process are the busiest times.

In addition to the real training session, the trainer is like a spectator.

Just stand at the sidebar, by the pool, by the gym equipment, etc., wait for the timer, correct the action, and do this kind of point-and-finger behavior.

And the trainers who have a sense of participation are most likely to get a vehicle or something, and rush with the horse racing girl.

Of course, this vehicle is a balance wheel, a scooter or something, not a jeep.

And take it a step further......

"Uh......"

"A run?"

When Omer was still looking at his colleague who was driving a jet wheelchair in the distance, wondering if he could make the same model, the sudden pace of his footsteps inevitably made him turn his head.

Go and face the student council vice president who braked hard in front of you.

"Forget it, I'm still a little sick to my stomach, and I can't do strenuous exercise." The boy told the truth.

Narita raised his eyebrows: "If you don't want to run, you don't have to make excuses." ”

"It's not an excuse." The young man who took two sips of the mineral water bottle in his hand sighed.

"But you're all right? If you have nothing to do, you can go and run around with the café. ”

"You're not doing strength training?" Glancing at the horse girls in the arena who were running with tires, Bai Ren was a little surprised.

"If you're going to start teaching, it's not impossible to change the order of the training plan," Omer said, looking back as if he heard something again, and looking down at the stairway near the audience not far away.

There, the gray-haired and cherak-haired jockey lady stepped down here, and when the former noticed his turn, he waved his hand generously.

And the latter seemed to notice Bai Ren on the side, and his arms and legs were put together as if he was standing in a military posture.

It's really here......

The young man was helpless, but he was a little helpless, after all, he didn't really expect to be able to escape perfectly if he changed places.

(End of chapter)