If it had been before, Omer probably wouldn't have had the patience to listen to Iwa's story.

For the observer, all objective facts can be proved by patient observation.

Sooner or later, he will have the opportunity to condense the information on the other party and piece it into everything that the other party has experienced, and all of this will be turned into a few thin pages of paper in a simple summary and summary.

So even in order to fulfill the entrustment of others, there is no need to force yourself to listen to a story that is all too common, almost like the main course of countless people's lives.

Yes, for many people, the main course of life is such an ordinary and ordinary thing.

Novelty and accidents are rare, and ups and downs are difficult to accompany.

It is precisely because of this that so many people are looking forward to a purely stable life many years later, or instead seeking an adventure that has never been seen before.

The former has accepted life and stories, while the latter has never accepted them.

Yan Teruji is actually such a latter.

No matter how much he behaved like the former, even if he seemed so conservative in the face of every idea of being a horse racing girl, and he was still like a stereotype who bullied the small, once used his role as a trainer to make the Sky Shrine make compromises.

But that didn't stop the nature of his concern, and his unconcealable pursuit.

This pursuit will explode dramatically after getting used to the sluggish, boring air.

This kind of pursuit will be more refined after getting used to oppression and compromise.

This kind of pursuit will distinguish him from the previous trainers of the Sky Shrine, and become the only shining point in that complaint about life.

It is a kind of resilience that encapsulates the essential desire in the consistent obedience, prudence, and universal correctness.

He complained so much, and he never thought of giving up.

No matter how heavy the resentment against the girl in the Sky Shrine is, she still hasn't thought about terminating the contract.

He didn't give up.

In the compromise and correctness that he is accustomed to, the trainer is the only one he is unwilling to compromise and run to the right job.

Horse Racing Niang's bad grades mean that her work is not going well, and her family will often call to express condolences, and Horse Racing Niang's fans will also blame her for not being able to realize the potential of the shrine, and even occasionally have threatening letters of unknown origin, trying to get him to continue on his previous path and listen to all the people around him.

Give up, compromise, give up this 'wrong' job that is 'still not for you after all'.

Go for what is as 'right' as ever, what everyone wants you to do.

If he was a mortal mortal, he should have really succumbed to the pressure from all sides, covered his face in his hands, and fled into the warm darkness.

Again, we will persevere, we will work hard, and we will put all our efforts into a disappointing end.

Once again, his goals are shattered, so he should heed the advice of those around him and devote himself to other things again.

But the result is that he meets the young man who has realized a long time ago that he is not in the same world.

The young man who was seven years younger than him, and who had already done better than himself in seven years.

Just by facing his bright and sharp gaze, Iwa's heart inevitably filled with fear.

The gaze always seemed to be able to see him through, and through the Internet, through real conversations, I learned the feedback of people who had crossed paths with the young man.

The fear, which was unfounded, became a definite proof.

His fear will be even deeper.

Not because he thinks he's hiding something, but because he's so aware of his tedious, even ugly, past like a piece of thin paper.

He never wanted to show himself like that, and he didn't want to face those brown or dark red eyes.

But to tell the truth, he should have breathed a sigh of relief when those eyes inevitably appeared in front of him, and extended the gentlest invitation to him.

Just as a degenerate who no longer wants to wear himself out can blame all his mistakes on the demon who has found him and given him a chance, he can also be regarded as a Linton trainer tempting and forcing him to confide, and then he can say the words that have been buried in his heart for a long time, showing that somewhat ugly self.

All this should be natural, as long as he is so completely 'ordinary', reduced to the most ordinary side of the crowd.

But he didn't do it.

He couldn't even really make eye contact with the other party's gaze, just lowered his head, squinted his gaze, chattered, and from time to time silently considered his words, talking about his own business.

Because he will think of a pair of golden eyes.

Bright and bright, in front of everyone, she declares herself to be her trainer.

He had been submissive to the expectations of those around him, had always wanted to escape those endless words, and finally when he was able to make his own choice, but he was also 'advised to give up' as always, it was the girl who responded to her with rude words.

It's like seeing through the desire in my heart, like noticing the unwillingness in my heart.

"Like you said, your performance is not good enough, and your personality is not outstanding, and even the speaking part of communicating with others may hurt the hearts of others, and this is not what Miss Sky Jingu expects."

"But are you sure she just wants a right to compete, just an obedient puppet?"

"Or are you really obedient?"

"I'll get to the point, Trainer Iw."

Those eyes that were once so quiet and sharp, and always couldn't see the slightest contempt and malice, but it was precisely because of this that he was ashamed of himself countless times.

I felt an indescribable gap, which turned into a huge gap between the two, making him feel unwarranted fear countless times, avoiding the opportunity to get along with each other 1:1, and even choosing a seat farther away.

And now, this gaze is once again on him.

He should have run away again, but he was confronted with the brown eyes that were as good as they had been when he first saw them.

"The pretentious, when they get into trouble, lacks the qualities that ordinary people all too often have."

"That's a kind of toughness, that's a kind of persistence, it's a piece of ordinary stone that they lack when they build the Divine Palace in their hearts."

"So you should know by now what exactly she wants."

“……”

"Huh? Teiji?! Where are you going! We've just arrived here. ”

At that time, Yutaka Nishizaki, who had just gotten out of the car, looked at the galloping figure of Iwayeiji and was a little puzzled.

"Omer, why did Teruji go?"

And Omer also looked at the back of the hem of the suit, and his subtle gaze fell on the other party's pace, knowing that the average trainer's uniform still lacked a pair of high-quality leather shoes.

"Probably, it's to contribute to the completion of a palace."

“？”

"Anyway, you don't have to buy his drink, there's a young lady who needs his attention."

"Huh? Don't you give the other person the space to calm down? ”

"Not all frustrated young ladies should be left alone, isn't it clear to the prince?"

"Ahaha, I don't understand what you're talking about."

Nishizaki turned his head awkwardly to look at the people coming and going on the street, making Omer nod.

"Yes, indeed."

"But Omer, you seem to have been talking to him all the way, right? Was it commissioned by anyone? ”

"I'm surprised you know me to this extent."

"That's a heartbreaking thing for my friend, but how?" Unceremoniously stretched out his arms, trying to take away Omer's Yutaka Nishizaki, and looked at the junior who was dodging nature, his eyes were extremely helpless.

"Don't you find his story boring?"

"It's really boring," Omer nodded, "I don't think it's more than a thousand words, and I probably wouldn't be too lazy to listen to it in the past." ”

"Is that still the case?" Helplessly, Nishizaki turned his head and glanced at the direction where Iwaki ran away, and then looked back at the other colleagues who got out of the car were converging, and immediately said as if nothing happened.

"It has to be the client, right?"

"Not exactly." Omer shook his head.

"Now, looking at the page of less than a thousand words, I occasionally wonder if the joys and sorrows in it are different."

"Oh?"

"Words summarize only facts, but for the parties involved, they are vivid pasts, and may be wrapped in complex joys and sorrows."

"No matter how many times, I'm not used to your young face saying this."

"And what did you say when you faced the chairman?"

"The chairman can't say anything deep."

"Yes, I'm going to send this to the chairman."

"Don't!"

(End of chapter)