Miura Bourbon and his former trainer terminated their contract due to different goals.
At this stage, there are no trainers, and the competition career has been restarted by the competition revision at the beginning of the year.
The Asahi Cup Futures Championship, a race in the first half of December, is the first G1 race in most racing girls’ racing careers, and she has to run in the second round.
At the same time, this may also become the hottest round of the Asahi Cup.
After all, she is not the only horse racing girl whose career has been restarted due to the three goddesses' edict at the beginning of the year.
But it is precisely because of this that she urgently needs a trainer who can work together with her instead of having different opinions.
In order to get on track with training as soon as possible in order to prepare for the end-of-year G1 reward event where the kings gather.
However, the school's trainer resources are in jeopardy. It is already known to the racing girls themselves. Miura Bourbon, who has terminated the contract with the last trainer for more than a week, has obviously found nothing when looking for a new trainer.
Her talent is not bad.
Her original mid-range and long-distance fitness, as well as her gradually developed short-distance fitness, are enough to put her foundation higher than most of her peers, or rather.
Even if a character who has already been practiced has been defeated once, his attributes will be stronger than most blank slates.
But unfortunately, the choice between the trainer and the horse racing girl cannot be solved by having good basic skills. Even if she got the news that 'that person' had come to Treson from her roommate who was unaware of it, she came too late.
Because he discovered that the opponent had a trainer badge, he plucked up the courage to make a direct attack, but was told by the opponent that a horse girl had already blocked him.
Miura Bourbon didn't know what his expression was at that time, but Omer could clearly see the obvious disappointment on that cyborg face.
"So you took the initiative to propose a temporary trainer plan? I really can't see that the trainer is actually a bad guy."
In Eliseko's research laboratory, Omer, who had left the chairman's office three times, filled in the explanation that he had skipped when he first arrived, and got this answer.
After all, he could tell that Arisuko was in a bad mood at that time. Although he didn't know what the other party had in mind and suddenly changed, he still had to explain clearly what should be explained.
There was no change in the tone of voice, but at least there was an improvement in the address, which can be considered to have had some effect.
"There is no such thing as a good or bad person, they just get what they need."
"oh?"
"My mercenary agency still needs to rely on Treson's relationship. To do this, I need to improve the performance of the trainers to gain the support of the chairman. A responsible person and an agent are enough to be conspicuous as a new trainer."
From this point of view, Omo felt that his luck was actually quite good, and opportunities like this would occasionally come to his door.
"It sounds like you need to add more people?" Aili Suzi asked, picking up a test tube in his hand and passing it towards Omer.
Omo, whose expression immediately became serious, took the test tube. He did not drink it immediately but sniffed the taste first, then raised it to his eyes for a closer look, and continued: "In the early stage, there was still room for improvement, but when the office got on track, it turned out that It’s difficult to take care of both sides, so try to avoid it.”
As a trainer and as a mercenary in the office, the idea of not interfering with each other's affairs is naturally too ideal.
Although Omer wanted to make a surprise move to prove his worth to Chairman Akikawa, he had to consider whether he could afford it.
"And even if we add people, it's just an agent training."
"And not everyone is as desperate as Miura Bourbon. All racing girls who are not in a hurry know how to evaluate whether the trainer can satisfy themselves ~ Trainer-kun," Ellie Tako, who walked to Omo's side, patted Omo vigorously. Mo's back said, "What are you still hesitating about? This is a medicine that can increase muscle strength. Considering your race, the dosage was slightly increased."
"Have you tried it yourself?" Homais asked.
"Although I can be an experimental subject myself, I haven't reached that time yet. That's why I need your help! Trainer-kun!" Eliseko patted Omo on the back again.
With a height of 1m59, she really can't be photographed even if she doesn't stand on a high level.
"It doesn't matter if you call me Mr. Guinea Pig at this time," Omer could see through the little trick in the other party's address. He shook the test tube with no sediment in his hand, "In other words, I am a first-time tester. I can Apply for insurance services?”
"Such a hesitant guinea pig will not be loved by the opposite sex!"
"I don't have such expectations and worries at the moment, okay? At least you are sure that this is just for improving muscle strength?" Omer imagined himself using three gears with both hands, or EX Red King's double fists, which is a bit evil.
"Of course!" Aili Suzi confirmed, then saw Omer raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, and then said, "But we can't rule out some additional minor side effects."
She was joking and wanted to see the surprise on the other person's face, but all she saw was a face that seemed to have 'as expected' written on it.
"The body is very important. You can't play pranks like this just because medical technology is advanced," Omer said, pointing the camera function of the terminal at his face, and what he saw was a ball of white light, "Okay, let's just say this It’s quite acceptable.”
"Of course, I usually prepare the luminous type," Arisuko nodded proudly, "How does it feel to turn into light? I heard that you have the ability to transform into a monster, you should like this feeling very much, right? "
"Your logic is a bit convoluted. I don't want to complain, but shouldn't you ask me if there are any changes in my strength?"
"You're very conscious! So tell me, have you had any physical changes?!" As Ari Soko said, she took out a notebook from the folded pocket of her school skirt, with a look of anticipation on her face.
"There is no change, or in other words, it doesn't feel obvious."
She clenched her fists, then turned to hit the air with a few quick jabs that made the sound of wind. In the eyes of Airi Soko, this was already beyond the speed and strength of ordinary people, but she felt that there was no change.
On the day of the physical examination, and later in private training, Omer had the same effect, and even became more powerful because he couldn't control his strength at first.
"Even if this doesn't feel obvious, then I really have to redefine your physique." Aili Suzi, who was close to Omo's retracted palm, looked up and looked up at him, "Do you have a recent physical examination sheet?"
"I think the focus of your research should fall on yourself, not me."
"Yes, although there is not much difference in physical fitness, the half-demon is still very different from Ma Niang~" Airi Soko unexpectedly stopped, but she spoke in a high-pitched tone as if announcing a big event, "But it feels like You can find inspiration from your trainer’s body!”
"This statement is really full of ambiguity," Omer wordlessly handed the test tube that was still hanging on his other hand back to Elise, "I remember that the URA Association has strict control over medication standards."
"Don't confuse my research with low-level products like stimulants! Don't you know that?!"
Taking the empty test tube handed over by Omer, the scarlet eyes behind the grating became dark because he was consciously offended:
"It's not the kind of enhancer that only lasts for a short time and is full of side effects. What I'm exploring is the 'possibility of a horse racing girl'. To put it more carefully, it's the 'hidden physical possibility of a creature like a horse racing girl'!"
"That is to say!"
Aili Suzi came closer and said to him seriously with a sullen face:
"Top speed, beyond the top speed!"
"Just don't cause any side effects. Others will be judged by the event organizing committee." Omer's expression was a little helpless, but it was difficult to see his expression in this glowing state. "By the way, what do you think of Miura Bourbon?" Sample?"
"What do you mean?" Aili Taozi, who was extracting the remaining droplets from the test tube, turned back, and the earrings in her ears that looked like the chemical formula icon of 'indene' also swayed.
"Due to racial differences, I am not suitable for testing medicine, but Miura Bourbon is a very suitable candidate, and she can actually summarize the status more comprehensively and intuitively than most people."
"Ah, I haven't spoken to her much yet, but I can see that she seems to obey you a little bit." Aili Suzi pondered for a moment, then turned to look at him with a chuckle, "Guinea Pig-kun, are you not afraid that I will test medicine on her?" Try to get into trouble?"
Homare finally realized that the guinea pig in the girl's mouth could be both derogatory and affectionate.
It depends on the context.
But it's really tricky to accept such a nickname, and he has tried his best to ignore it so far.
Like he could ignore Miura Bourbon's unique way of speaking.
"This will test your humanistic spirit, which is crushed by the spirit of scientific research."
Omer smiled, with a hint of playfulness similar to that of Eliseko.
"If you don't do it right, not only will your future be affected, but I will also go to jail. In serious cases, it will also delay the career of that girl Miura Bourbon."
When he said this, he shrugged with pretense of regret.
"When the time comes, the three of us will be included in the textbook together and become a teaching material to alert future generations of horse racing girls. It can be regarded as a contribution."
"Tsk." Aili Suzi clicked her tongue and turned back in frustration.
In the past, some people advised her to give up ridiculous experiments on living subjects. She also pretended to be vicious and arrested people to test drugs. In fact, it was all a deliberate prank. Therefore, she did not restrain her style and habits at all, and she felt that there was no need to restrain herself.
Until Omer brought Miura Bourbon, who came to her door on her own initiative, she felt like she was letting you do whatever you wanted, which made her inconvenient to continue pretending to be stupid.
No fun, this is really no fun at all.
As for her obvious dissatisfaction, Omo couldn't turn a blind eye. He immediately raised his eyebrows and said, "Why such an expression? Tako."
"Seriously, this is also the basic preparation for training. I believe you also believe in your research and decided to include it in the return training plan, so don't be angry."
The words that narrowed the distance, the tone that gradually softened, and the tone that sounded like comforting a child.
Last time I was working part-time as a cleaner in a kindergarten. It was not easy to find a job that was not occupied by robots. Although the principal only liked him for being able to manage the group of children, and he could also lead them with a common language related to tokusatsu. Play.
Although the age difference is actually not much, Ma Niang is mostly a group of children in Omer's eyes.
Simple, persistent, and casual.
Even if they have outstanding strength and dazzling talents, they still lack social training.
Central Trayson is such an outstanding ivory tower that most of the biggest setbacks for racing girls in their lives are reflected on the track.
Only when they truly make their debut and enter competitions in various places will they have the opportunity to begin to be exposed to more tests from outside the campus.
At this time, if the trainer or the family is more protective, it is more likely to become a doll that only lives in the arena.
Being strong only on the field is also a deformity.
Homais doesn't agree with this deformity, so he doesn't want his horse girls to be all autistic people with no human interaction.
At least not to the point where it would be difficult to find a partner to run alongside.
It turns out that the Sakura girl that Bize calls too ideal is also here. Unfortunately, Bize's body probably won't even be able to withstand the classic "colliding around the corner with bread in mouth" type of encounter.
It will directly turn into a murder, and the speed limit of Ma Niang Channel is 70.
"Huh, you better believe it!" Arisuzi, who had her arms folded, glanced sideways at him, not even reacting to the pretense of affection. She curled her lips when they met her eyes, "What are you still standing for? Go to the cafeteria and pick out a chair from the clutter. Are you planning on competing for a seat with that agent horse lady?"
"Speaking of which, I'm quite curious. Isn't that Manchester City teahouse lady coming over at noon?"
Following his words, he walked towards the pile of debris and manually started to pick out chairs with a relatively stable structure. Omer's eyes swept over the dusty musical instruments, cartons, keyboards, chessboards, and the like, wondering where the coffee lady came from. Where did he get these things and he refused to throw them away, so he scanned the structure of the table and chairs, stretched out his hand toward it, and touched a ball of paper.
It was a trivial matter that didn't matter at first, but he unfolded it out of nowhere.
"run. run. run.
Not enough to catch up with her.
Not enough, not enough to transcend everything.
Turn. Turn. Turn.
rising. Falling.
My thoughts keep looping,
Before I knew it, I was on top of colorful gears.』
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Omo looked at the inexplicable words on it with confusion, and then looked at the tear at the end of the note that seemed to have been partially torn off. His eyes focused on the familiar logo pattern on the edge.
The pattern of several rings connected up and down is the logo of the Yugel Group.
It was the logo on the tail end of the small starship seen in the Stargate Space Network.
What a weird fate.
After chatting with the editor, the top priority was to change the introduction first. The original version was still too vague. Although the name of the dish was reported, it was still relatively vague.
It's time to change.
(End of chapter)
