So he told a boring story.

This story begins with a child who can be said to be a stupid child, ends with a stupid youth transition, and ends with a stupid trainer.

There are no ideals, no dreams, only short-term goals.

From looking forward to new teachers, new classmates, new play, to looking forward to new skills, new female classmates, new college life, to new jobs, new colleagues, new life.

Give up short-term goals because of the expectation of 'study hard' and 'work hard', and give up the original choice because of the guidance of 'this is not profitable' and 'that has no future'.

The man who was exposed to his own world by his brother's brilliance and finally decided to leave the family to find his own values and pursuits eventually became a trainer's story.

But even if he became a trainer, it was not his own goal, but the so-called 'clear path' pointed out to him by his parents' relationship, and he did it.

Then I met the Sky Shrine.

A maverick horse racing lady with her own pursuits and abilities.

A decent person, even the job choice is helped and guided by relatives, even if the learning ability is excellent, but it is just an excellent ordinary trainer.

The normal situation between the two is that one side drags the other, one side persuades the other, and then there are occasional quarrels, but more of them are Cold War relations.

To be honest, this sounds like some kind of middle-aged troubles that have survived.

If Ormo hadn't put up with the question of 'why keep pacting,' it would have been a painful story of 'why not get divorced.'

"So you listened to him whining for almost an hour? Even when the team building is going on to KTV? ”

"After all, Miss Sky Jingu's mood is not good, and she doesn't plan to spend that time of failure with the trainer, but I really hope that she will come to the rock trainer to review it as soon as possible, so that at least it will make my job easier."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, in Nerima Ward, Tokyo, under the jurisdiction of the Jiemon, Omo stood in front of a drink shop, waiting for the drink ration from the 'captain of the big army' who was still queuing.

Just like colleagues not far away involuntarily took out their mobile phones to pass the time, he also fiddled with the terminal as a matter of course.

At the same time, it also brings up the mute barrier that was too permanent.

It's a good practice to keep the call private, especially if you're not anonymous anymore, and when it comes to recordings......

Friends who have worked in a similar way know that the recording thing is more torturing the lawyer than torturing the defendant, especially if you have a dialect accent in the recording.

It can only be said that even in the technologically advanced Terra Federation, dialects are one of the few barriers that can get stuck in AI.

But even without mentioning harassment or the dangers of eavesdropping, such voice calls do need to avoid interference.

After all, this is Nerima District.

As we all know, the part of Tokyo that is far from the city center is often not close to the hustle and bustle.

There will even be dark parts that will grow as always.

The same should be true for urban agricultural areas such as Nerima Ward, but Fuchu Racecourse is indeed located here.

The unique crowds of people, the countless food and entertainment districts are built around, and the bustling roads everywhere can even make you think you are still in the city.

Popular events always have such a charm, and the fact that many manga companies have settled here as the 'birthplace of animation in the Far East' makes it a pilgrimage spot for many ACGN fans.

At the same time, this also further promotes the various second-creation activities of the horse racing girl culture.

Even the most recent Ma Niang Only exhibition, which the digital teacher tried to participate in, was held here.

When the 'fancy dress' character haunts the edge of his vision, he understands that the preparation for the fandom has begun.

After all, cosplay is strictly managed in the Far East, which is the birthplace of the country.

Cosplaying in an area without special permission will only be seen as a fancy dress, and it can also attract the police.

On the other hand, those people at the moment can also be regarded as proof that the venue has obtained a permit.

The fanfic exhibition can probably be opened as scheduled on Halloween, so what about doujinshi? What about the teachers of the club?

Omer inevitably thinks of someone who seems to be playing his own gongbi teacher.

On the day when he was in front of his own children, he still looked like a painter who was in a desperate situation as if his work and rest had collapsed and his state was in a dilapidated state.

The next day, he showed that he had nothing to do, and after he was accustomed to finding a digital teacher to confirm steadily, he got a joyful reply from the other party:

'No problem, the teacher is very efficient!'

Wait, I'll show you the samples I've received so far.'

The contents of the compressed package received after only a few minutes proved that the digital teacher did not ignore the facts because of some extreme easterner Asiasia.

There is no doubt that it is from Miss Xi's brushstrokes, or rather, the special brush (x) is quite recognizable, but at the same time, it also proves that the Gongbi teacher who has been stuck in his place all night will be miraculously resurrected as soon as he returns home, showing the efficiency of killing many human painters.

How?

Dude is getting in the way of your play?

It's hard not to think that the teacher is playing his own mercenary, although he is full of doubts and curiosity, but when he thinks of the strangeness of the three years old films that night, he feels that it is better to cover it naturally.

People have to learn to play dumb a lot of the time, and even if you really don't understand, you have to curb the curiosity that may bring you unpreparedness.

Especially at a time when you're not living a very relaxed life.

"Easy? Do you think she'll listen to you when she comes to review? It's a matter of course, guinea pig-kun. ”

Look, there's even a horse racer who is in charge of pointing fingers at your operations.

The demon man really has to be judged by class, and he should be the leader.

"I have to point out that you might be taking it for granted." Ome was expressionless, looking at the screen with his back to the window, and his back to the daylight, as if he wanted to release the light energy blow to himself from a special angle.

"When I say easier work, I mean that if she has such a strong will and awareness, then everything I have to do can be easy and smooth, just pouring chicken soup on the trainers, the effect may not be good."

"With the ordinary level of the guinea pig in your mouth, the chicken soup must be useful, anyway, you are very good at this kind of thing."

Speaking of Ommer, who always sounded like he was secretly rubbing diss for praise, Elie naturally picked up the topic, avoiding the teasing that might lead to misunderstanding at first.

"And you're too demanding of a sixteen-year-old girl," the girl on the screen shook her hand lazily in her sleeve, "although Jingu is in the same class as me, her incarnation is more than half a year later than mine. ”

"I think the desire to win, the pursuit of goals, should not be related to age." Omer said calmly.

He was not surprised by this, after all, dangerous elements like him, who continue to pick up public information and screen intelligence, will naturally be exposed to all kinds of false ages in the circle of horse racing girls.

Essentialization itself is a developmental mechanism that hinders the cognition of age, and the random and sometimes carefully selected 'midwifery choice' of the three goddesses can make the fate of the horse racing mother full of difficult resistance.

It's like when he contacted Bi Ze twelve minutes ago to confirm the deeds of the contestants in the other world, only to be told by the other party that the timeline was messy and difficult to check at all.

He turned his head to look at the two backs not far away, the brown-haired contestant who had been on the field an hour and forty minutes earlier, and another acquaintance who was chatting with her or something.

Mejiro Yoshinobu and Daito Sun God.

Omer had to admit that he had misjudged his previous communication with the Great Shock.

It wasn't three contestants who got involved in the social circle, but four.

Miss Yoshinobu Mejiro, who lacks a sense of presence during the game and tries to escape but fails at the beginning, is obviously a friend of Daito-sensei, that is, the sun god of Daito.

Even the same age.

But at the same time, the young lady of the Mebai family is also the oldest in this game in Bi Ze's mouth.

With the exception of the pair of Extreme Peak and Lady, the horses corresponding to the other racers in this race are all unrelated due to the staggered timing of their careers.

At the same time, it also means that there is also a lack of intersection between the racing fates of each other.

Then I can't have the expectation of making a fuss about it.

And that might be a good thing, Omer thought.

Although the results are obvious, but the workload is huge, this kind of plan involving the fate of the soul of the horse race is not what he wants, and it can only be said that there is no way to do it.

It all started when he had a troublesome Party A, and he felt that it was not enough to improve himself, but also to improve his future opponents.

"It's irrelevant, it's irrelevant, but your expectations are also unrealistic."

This Party A even dared to say that its expectations were unrealistic.

"Do you want me to help a horse racing lady who doesn't know her well is a reality?" Reluctant to retort, "I'm curious how many trainers would receive this kind of commission from the principal. ”

"Normal trainers won't take the responsibility as a commission, guinea pig-kun, accept your fate, from the very beginning, both of us are not normal."

"Huh~ Miss Suzi, who succumbs to fate so easily, but I've never seen it, what made you become like this? Newly invented potions? ”

"Hahaha, of course, it's the researcher's heart to study even himself, and what is called surrendering to fate, this is clearly the fate we each choose, but let's say okay first, guinea pig king, it's not okay to talk to me like this and delay the progress."

"It's not that it's delaying the progress, it's just that the queue for drinks over there is unexpectedly slow, so I'll take the opportunity to report to you the current progress," I don't know how many times he glanced at Nishizaki Yutaka who was about to arrive at the counter, and Omer looked back, "To be honest, it's almost the same at this point, and the next thing to do is just wait for time to accept the results." ”

"This is not bad, because it is inconvenient to contact the horse racing mother directly, so interfering with the other party's horse racing mother by interfering with the trainer is really a complete evil act, guinea pig king, worthy of praise~!"

"It's really one step closer to being a bad soldier."

"That's right, Miss Suzi, who wants to drag her classmates up as stepping stones, should also be careful not to be hit by stepping stones." Omer smiled gently, without kindness.

After all, unlike the speedo, which has a somewhat crooked outlook, Linton's trainer does not aspire to become a bad player.

"When the Rock Trainer really transfers my words, if it doesn't work, then it's fine, if it does, I really doubt that Miss Air Shrine will really become an alternative Air Shrine."

"An alternative air shrine?"

"Axis, it can also be a kind of air shrine, you can ask Bourbon specifically, she is already a long-time fan of this circle."

Horse racing tips: Unlike the joke at the end, the name of the owner of the horse of Air Shakur is actually the Buddhist term "empty".

The way to understand it better is to change it to the two thorn apes, which is the emptiness of the realm of emptiness, the emptiness/nothingness pursued by the moon female Musashi, or the heart of the mirror to stop the water of various works, although the essence is nothing, but it is used by ACG to indicate more of a realm.

It's not about the meaning of the sky.,But when cy was a horse racing girl, he obviously didn't consider this element.,The little girl who designed it was more inclined to the Shakur/シャカール/Jingu (transliteration) part.。

This Shakur is derived from the American musician Topac Shakur, whose stage name is 2Pac.

The image design of the Sky Shrine is the same as the desert hero with a real name in the same name (Rob Roy, the Scottish hero mentioned in the previous book), and the design is biased towards the image of that person's name, so the costume and makeup are quite hip-hop.

As for the Buddhist term "emptiness", it is probably not completely lost, but has been transformed into the concept of "genius".

(End of chapter)