There is a gym, football field, and a series of lounges and locker rooms in the southwest area of Treson.
There is also a honey drink specialty store, sandwiched between the gym and the football field.
Although there was still a lingering bitterness in his mouth, it didn't stop Omo from finding a bench on the roadside and sitting down, holding the drink in his hands with his hands clasped together.
Looking at the cover with the hoof painting printed on it, he took a sip from the straw with an extremely solemn posture.
"No, it's still too sweet."
He sighed and commented on this special honey drink that he specifically requested to be "lighter and thinner".
After being reminded by his enthusiastic colleagues in the group and receiving information that seemed to prove that he was overthinking, he wanted to drink something sweet.
I did see the storefront.
Perhaps because of the course time, the entrance of the specialty store seemed unexpectedly deserted. It was a rare opportunity, so I went to buy a drink.
The special honey drink is called Eight Thousand Three in Tomyam. The reason is that as mentioned in the news record, it is an archetypal application of katakana.
It can be regarded as a well-known drink that took off with the Ma Niang competition and expanded into the interstellar world.
As you can tell from the name, this stuff is high in sugar and calories. Even if ordinary women can accept its taste, they will probably stay away from it.
But racehorse girls are different.
Racing is a high-intensity athletic competition, and their energy consumption can be seen from the staggering amounts of food most of them eat.
The high sugar and high calorie content of Honey Drink makes it stand out from other drinks and become the only designated drink popular among countless horse racing girls.
There are even dozens of 'licorice' flavors specially launched for jockey girls - to be honest, most people can't tell the difference. This is just like the so-called 'soul' flavor, which is prepared for creatures with special tastes.
But the two obviously cannot be confused, and Omer's reaction at this moment is the most intuitive proof.
He was also thinking about whether the taste would change after the awakening of his bloodline. If he could also accept the special honey drink, the high calorie content of this thing would be a good drink for him.
But the result can only be said to be overthinking.
Even the most diluted sweetness is not acceptable. Maybe his taste is too deeply affected by black coffee. Omo thought, raised his head again and looked at the racing girls on the football field in the distance. By the way, He took a sip from the straw.
His brows also frowned subconsciously.
"If you're not used to drinking, why force yourself to drink?"
The sudden inquiry from the side made Omo raise his eyes in surprise, and then looked at the court again.
"I bought everything, so I can't waste it." He said calmly.
"Eh? That's what Dong Yan said." The voice showed surprise and curiosity without any pretense, "He clearly looks quite Western."
In response, Omo just took another sip of the drink in silence.
The gradually accumulating sweetness and the thoughts that he tried to suppress made him feel a bit 'tortured', and he was even more confused about how the other party could be here.
"Do you want me to reveal my origin? Ms. Qianming represents you."
The visitor is representative Qianming.
The first local Triple Crown horse girl in the Far East District, she is also a palace-level horse girl. Like Rudolf, she has retired long ago but has found another position in the college.
She lowered her head and spoke to Omer, her brown hair hanging down naturally, and her smile showing a carefree and carefree look.
Such a face printed on the commemorative medal suddenly appeared beside him vividly, and the impact on Yu Omo should have been even greater than when he was looking down from a high place.
But he suppressed the impact, and even the sweet feeling in his mouth became a new weight to suppress the impact.
So Omer responded with the seriousness that this kind of people are least good at dealing with.
As expected, he saw the embarrassment of such people and the panic that changed depending on the severity of the situation.
The latter did not occupy a proportion. Omo saw that she just smiled awkwardly and said:
"Not really, I just saw a new face unexpectedly, and"
Representative Qianming pointed to his curved bangs, but it was intended to remind Omer himself: "It may be a little offensive, but the strand of your hair here reminds me of a friend."
"It's not difficult to understand, after all, we are in this academy."
Omo said without thinking.
"My adoptive father said the same thing, but it's not what I wanted. I'm just too lazy to dye it black."
"That is to say," the girl asked in surprise, her eyes sparkling with interest, "she is also born with it?"
“…”
Omo fell silent after hearing this. The silence came suddenly, making the other party startled. Then he clasped his hands together and said, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean that."
Her reaction was not slow, and she realized that in terms of the result, it was still like asking about one's origins, especially since Omo himself did start a conversation.
"It's nothing." Omo felt that he had failed to stabilize his mentality, so how could he blame her? He was even reflecting on his 'mistake' just now, and then said calmly, "Then what happened to Miss Qianming?"
"No need to use honorifics, you are not from the East, right?"
"But you should be a pure Easterner."
"Oh, I don't care. Can I sit down?" "Whatever."
Ao, who began to squeeze the plastic cup with his palm, remained silent and stared at the stadium in the distance.
By the way, I was struggling with the fact that I hadn't noticed it before when I was clearly closer to Ali Soko, but now I could clearly smell the smell of shampoo coming from her.
It seems to be grapefruit type.
"Who are you paying attention to? The kid with the yellow and black earmuffs?"
The smell was closer, maybe he was tilting his head.
Omer once again wondered if all the racing girls were miscalculated in their sense of distance.
Now that he knew that Miura Bourbon had the courage to make a desperate move, what about the Qianming representative next to him?
Omer locked his gaze firmly, preventing it from moving to one side, even though he might be able to get the answer by looking sideways.
"Want to know her name?" she continued to ask.
"Xiao Lin Qi Qi." He put down the straw and said calmly.
"A horse racing girl who is extremely talented in Yuan Neng Feng Shui. However, some people on the Internet think that her technique is more like pure Yin Yang than Feng Shui."
"Wow~"
Omo heard the small clapping, but also noticed the slight distance of the breath, which made him feel a little calmer.
And the other person is still saying:
"The intelligence work is so good, is it really targeting that child? She is only in the second grade of junior high school, and there is still more than a year before the selection."
"No, just as a practitioner of source energy," Omer said, the palm that was still pressing the plastic cup stretched out an index finger, and a candle-like flame suddenly popped out from the fingertip, "pay a little attention to her, There is no idea of a contract."
After that, the index finger returned to the team pressing the plastic cup, making its shape even more distorted.
Omer even felt that he had gotten used to the honey drink.
"How about the other kid who plays ball? You must know that kid who is really smart, right?"
"After all, he is a celebrity on Umastagram. He is young but knows how to run a business and show off his advantages in appearance and voice."
Umastagram, abbreviated as Umasta, once appeared in Tako's words. It is a social software mainly engaged in sharing photos. It has the same function as Twitter, except that the main users are Ma Niang, trainers, Ma Niang fans and other related followers. .
"Eh? This comment is so spicy. He is clearly a child as sweet as honey."
"Only a jockey girl can tolerate the honey drink. I will choose black coffee."
"Isn't coffee just as boring as Rudolph?"
Representative Qianming looked at the completely distorted disposable plastic cup in the young man's hand speechlessly.
The drink called Honey Special Drink was clearly drunk by the young man. At this moment, his eyes and brows were motionless like a statue, and the tangled expression before could not even be seen.
"Be prepared if you come to talk to boring people."
"But I think you seem like an interesting person, haha, don't sigh! In fact, I'm also looking for a place to rest."
"And I've always liked this bench, especially in the fall when the leaves on it fall."
"..." Omo raised his head and looked at the lush branches and leaves above his head. He could probably imagine the scene, "Is there a culture of mourning?"
"It's not that bad, I just like that kind of wind."
In terms of speech and personality, Representative Qianming is indeed not a pure Easterner. She is as free as a Falun. When she spoke, Omo jumped to an imaginary windmill city.
Looking back at Ma Niang, who was facing each other across the ball under the instructions of the teacher, Omo was silent and did not continue the topic. Qianming was also silent. Both of them seemed to be looking at the distant court very intently.
Then Omer suddenly said: "What about rainy days?"
"It's a rainy day, haha, it's not bad. If you think about it, I have just as many things to do on a rainy day as when the wind blows!"
"It's hard to remember if there are too many," Omo said softly. "Even if it's embedded with a chip, it still needs to be recalled from time to time."
"Haha, are you here to sell chips? I don't think it matters."
Ma Niang's casual and comfortable voice came calmly.
"Even the past events that I can't remember, the time that I forgot, may still be left in someone's hands."
"..."
"Uh-huh, isn't this a cool sentence? Ah! It's already this time. If not, I have to go to the swimming pool to have a look. Goodbye~!"
The sudden wind blowing beside him made Omer subconsciously turn his head to look, and saw the figure standing up and waving to him before leaving. Before he could say goodbye, he saw the other person suddenly turned his head.
"correct!"
The blue eyes fell on him, and even on the twisted plastic cup in his hand, and a happy smile appeared on his face.
"Haven't you already been able to drink the special honey drink? But there's no need to force yourself like this. Let's talk about it next time!"
After saying that, she turned around again and trotted away.
He came suddenly and ran away suddenly, but it was just a trot.
It seems that as free as she is, Ma Niang still needs to pay attention to the school rules about not running wildly on campus.
To be honest, she never even asked him his name and said we would talk to him next time we met. Could it be that she was here for him from the beginning?
what reason?
Omo was still confused, and suddenly heard a rush of footsteps, and saw the other party suddenly turning back.
"Uh, I haven't asked you your name yet!"
"...Omer, Omer Linton."
"Trainer Linton, right? Okay, you can just call me Qianming from now on!"
"..."
"No, I have to run this time!"
He came in a hurry, and ran away in an even more furious manner. Tuliu Omo watched her back fly away quickly, and his thoughts stopped in place.
There seems to be no reason.
She really just wanted to chat with her out of sheer whim, and she almost forgot to ask her name after chatting.
But suddenly I got the reward of calling him by his first name, and he really didn't look like a Far East person. Not to mention a Far East person, it seemed like an alien even if I thought about it.
Well, it’s not appropriate to describe the other party as an alien, so just take it out.
Omo thought to himself, and looked down at the plastic cup in his hand again because of the touch in his hand.
Being able to drink so much was unexpected, but if he could drink it, Omo pressed his chest, trying to suppress the nausea, when he suddenly heard a dripping sound coming from his pocket.
This made him activate the terminal and saw Morrison's Q-version face appear on the light screen:
"What are you asking about the Yugel Company?" Morrison was obviously because of the message sent by Omer before. "Could this have anything to do with the trainer's work?"
"Maybe? If you have time, you can help me find connections. You are not in a hurry to get the answer."
"Okay! I just happened to learn a few tricks recently from a few hacker guys who are weak and mechanically ascended. As long as they don't have the data of a perfect Digimon guarding, you can try it."
Morrison agreed wholeheartedly, talking as if he was awesome, but Omer clearly remembered that the mature Digimon in the complete body were quite incompetent in reality.
...Just pretend that the rules of the online world are different, and you can't be too harsh on an electronic vampire.
He looked around in the light screen, mainly looking at the playground in the distance, and then asked:
"By the way, did the interview go well? How did it feel on your first day at Treson?"
"…Overall, it went smoothly."
"?" After getting along day and night for more than ten years, Morrison could instantly hear the complexity contained in his adopted son's words.
"In general?" he tried to confirm.
"Well, on the whole," Homare responded.
It went very smoothly, but was a bit busy.
I'm still a little nauseous now.
No one will think of the Golden Ship when they see the title. The Golden Ship is the freest place in the interstellar (x
(End of chapter)
