The chat room displaying the list of trainers moved up as the fingertip slid down.
The owner of the fingertips observed the network IDs of all the trainers, and for the second time tried to find the central trainer that corresponded to what he knew from those imaginative business cards.
Generally speaking, this is not realistic.
Among such a large college, [Not Kiryuin] is the only one.
Unless there are relevant people's chat records that can be used as evidence for detailed confirmation, it is just a waste of time.
Omo was indeed killing time. After all, if he didn't do this, his acting horse lady would find him annoying, and the other acting horse girl was still attending morning classes.
fantastic.
A few days ago, he was still struggling with the choice of working as a trainer. He felt that as long as he made the choice, he would run towards 007, as if he didn't even have time to be a mercenary.
Yesterday, I was even more convinced that this was indeed the case, and even had to work overtime all night long.
But at this moment, he was so bored that he could only peek into the screen forum.
If you're really bored, try using the search engine to access 'Yuger Corporation' - this way of killing time is not as interesting as peeking at the screen. Omer still thinks that if you leave this matter to the guard of Digimon who claim to be perfect or below, you can break through the door. The cybervampire Morrison is better.
But there was no movement all day, which made Omer wonder if he was really held hostage by a Digimon.
Or more directly, he provoked the Internet police or ran into some cyber hacker.
The Internet has never been a lawless place, and Omo, who has done big data collection, knows the boundaries very well.
Let's give him some more time, Homao thought.
He turned to the trainers' chat room.
Just look at the trainer ID whose name was previously called "Good Opera, Take Me Away", now it has become "Good Opera!" Come and sit with me, I'm too late! '.
"..." It's a bit strange, like seeing another Bize.
I couldn’t help but complain:
[When did this person’s name become so radical? 】
Not only was this person not ashamed, he even responded with the emoticon package of "Okay, okay, okay, I am a good opera.jpg".
The 'alien' in Trayson's trainer... Omer thought for a moment, and from the perspective of a suspected time traveler, there are several names.
Then someone asked:
[Now that the good opera is here, let me first ask you what her name is]
【If you don’t answer correctly, I’ll kill you】
The person immediately replied: [Niko Yazawa ()]
【go out! .jpg Your grave has been found. 】
The one who can say such nonsense is indeed a time traveler.
Because he has a 'non-existent memory', Omer can temporarily understand this kind of joke called 'cv meme', but to the locals who don't know the inside story, it is completely crazy.
So it should be the Jinlang Uchida trainer, right? He once served as an acting trainer for Good Opera, but he has to be said to be the most famous horse girl by name.
Also count the golden ships.
It was the horse girl who was called the 'alien horse', whose radio wave level was far higher than that of Bize. If Representative Qianming gave him the impression that Treson was the freest, then the Golden Ship was probably the freest among the stars.
We have to go around, Omer thought, and the topic in the chat room has jumped to the topic of the formal title of a good opera.
[Correct name? 】
【Takemasa Opera King】
[or called]
【TM Opera King! 】
【TM Opera King! 】
【Who are you asking me? I am the opera king! 】
There is no shortage of repeaters in this chat room, but this time the conversation is not about alien stories, but earthly culture stories.
テイエムオペラオー, this title can be split and converted into. Opera O.
. is the abbreviation of 'Takemasa', オペラ(Opera) is taken from his mother's name: Opera House, and オー(O) means king. The translation is Takemasa Opera King, or TM Opera King.
However, because 'TM' in the Tom Yam cultural context has a unique meaning, subtle misunderstandings can easily occur.
With this in mind, the final translation decided by the Central Racing Association is: Good Opera
A good opera known as the overlord and overlord, with 14 wins, 6 losses and 3 seasons in 26 games, with a career scoring rate of 100%.
The second G1 seven-time champion after Rudolf, his deeds can be called Long Aotian among the horse girls. He was surrounded by all the horse girls at the time and still carried out the myth of his prosperity. His URA Association The 605 Arima commemorative CM promotional text is even more praising:
'Star Alliance Year 615, there is a horse to commemorate it
If we continue to win, all the horse girls will become enemies.
The horse girl was completely surrounded.
The road should have disappeared.
Good opera. Why are you running.
The myth of victory over the years.
In this battle, people see dreams.
Come and witness your dream. '
The word "dream" is the theme of the career of a horse racing girl and the original intention of establishing Treson College.
Just like Chairman Akikawa once said to him: 'Please let your dream of being a horse racing girl come true! '
It was indeed an overly ideal place. His thoughts drifted here, and he smiled silently, but was interrupted by the sudden sound of footsteps.
It sounded like the sound was approaching at the entrance of the corridor not far away.
However, he didn't pay too much attention and planned to pretend to be dead by pretending to be playing with the terminal.
After hearing the footsteps arriving at the steps, they took a few steps in this direction, and then paused.
"Ah you are"
"..." Hearing the slightly deep female voice, which was unexpectedly close, Omo just looked away from the light screen.
Then he saw a black-haired horse lady with slightly alarming bangs on her forehead, whose gentle and curious golden eyes were staring at him.
Unlike her slightly mature voice, she doesn't look very old, and her figure is even petite.
After actually seeing it, I think it's a bit shorter than Tachyon, a certain demon thought impolitely.
".Is he Tachyon's trainer? Mr. Linton?"
It was still that slightly deep and mature voice, which made it seem very strange.
If Miura Bourbon's voice has a mechanical sense of no ups and downs, then this child's voice has a strange feeling that seems to be caused by emotional defects or suppressed emotions.
Excessively calm, even more than he used to be.
"Exactly," Omo nodded first, and then asked, "Classmate from Manchester Tea House, right?"
"Yes, you don't dare to see Suzi?"
As the intelligence summarizes, she lacks the desire to communicate. Even when she takes the initiative to talk, there is an obvious pause in every sentence. Compared to Miura Bourbon, the Manchester Teahouse lady is more of a social fear, or she just doesn't like to speak. .
Omo suspected that the other party was the type who would talk a lot once he was on the chat software, but what needed to be dealt with right now was obviously the other party's worries.
Yes, worry.
As they looked at each other and exchanged messages, Omo wasn't sure whether Manchester City Teahouse could see his calmness, but he could see the worry in the other person's eyes.
It seemed that the fact that she did not dare to see Tako was very worrying to her.
Considering Tachyon's reputation, this concern can probably be extended in several directions.
However, judging from Tachyon's performance and evaluation yesterday, coupled with the fact that Manchester City Tea House and Tachyon have shared a classroom for many days, Omo is convinced that their understanding of each other is not superficial.
In other words, there was no reason for her to be bothered by the rumors.
If that's the case, is she worried that she will be disturbed by rumors, or is she worried that Tachyon's relationship with the trainer will become stagnant?
When he thought of this, Omer shook his head: "Not really."
In any case, in order to omit that worry, explanation should come first, so he answered very simply: "I originally wanted to take her to the training ground for a lap, but she has an experiment that must be completed right now, so I am here Wait for her."
"By the way, I wanted to watch, but she thought I was disturbing her." "Pfft. Ah, sorry."
"It's okay, you can laugh if you want, but can you tell me why you're laughing?"
"This is the first time I've seen Tachyon complain about others disturbing her." The black-haired girl said, reaching her right hand to her chest to hold it, and cast a somewhat tangled look at the lab door because of the topic.
It was as if the mere presence of the person inside gave her a headache.
"In the past...she was the one who bothered others."
"I think so," Omer agreed with deep understanding, "Tachyon must have troubled his classmates from Manchester City many times."
"Just call me Tea House. No, no, that's indeed the case." Manchester City Tea House said, subconsciously wanting to refute, but found that it was indeed the case.
The atmosphere immediately became awkward.
Now it was Homa's turn to laugh out loud, as if meeting someone of his kind again.
"You must be tired from staring at her all the time, right?"
"Hmm... But it's hard for me to imagine... Tachyon being controlled by someone."
"You can't stop trying just because you can't imagine it."
As soon as Omo said this, he suddenly closed his mouth because of the footsteps behind the door, and the black ears on the top of the Manchester Teahouse also turned slightly, facing the direction of the laboratory door.
Both of them heard the gradual footsteps, and after noticing this, the Manchester City Teahouse also looked at Omer with a little surprise.
Ma Niang's hearing has always been quite bad.
In other words, creatures like horses rely on their keen hearing to survive, and after inheriting this part of the body's alienation affected by the soul, the structure of the horse's ears is the same as that of the horse's ears.
The ear, or the auricle to be precise, can rotate back and forth about 180°, and can be upright like a flag, or lowered to the head. The hearing range is 55Hz~25kHz, and it can hear sounds much higher than what ordinary people can hear.
At the same time, sounds 400m away can be temporarily heard. If there is a synchronization of wind direction + wind speed, you can even try to distinguish the words from them.
However, because of this, high decibels can easily frighten them and even cause harm.
So some horse girls wear earmuffs.
That is not only to show your personality, but also to protect your ears and isolate sand, mosquitoes, moths and other flying insects.
As a horse girl without earmuffs, not to mention the hearing of Ali Soko and Manchester Tea House, what Manchester City Tea House cares about is that Trainer Linton clearly looks like a human being, but he seems to have heard the approaching footsteps.
Noticing her surprised look, Omo thought: It seems that Tachyon at least did not tell her race when communicating with her.
Then I heard the footsteps so close that I was right in front of me, followed by the sound of the door being pulled suddenly!
"You two! You are really having a lively conversation using me as a topic!!"
Arisuko looked completely angry and laughed. Sure enough, she still couldn't devote herself to the experiment, but she still held a test tube with a purple-red solution in her hand.
She was looking at the two silent people in front of her. The dark red under the grating was brewing with undisguised anger, and then turned into a joke after thinking of an idea. Between the two men and women with the same black hair and a strand of white hair. Patrolling.
The difference is just whether the white hair is on the forehead or on the top of the head.
"Which one of you will come with the freshly baked potion?"
"Suko, you" "I'll do it. I think my voice is louder compared to Kaza-san's."
Rather than the sound, what made the other party more angry was probably the content. The two of them were discussing how to control each other right under each other's ears. Naturally, Omer would not expose it to find fault for himself, nor would he admit that he did it on purpose.
In comparison, Teaza-san’s reaction seemed like he really didn’t expect it.
Seeing that her first reaction seemed to be to explain something, Omo said in his heart that your response is useless and you will be suppressed to sign an unequal treaty. He stretched out his hand and said, "I'll do it!" '.
"Hey~" Seeing that the experimental subject he wanted to deceive the most was not caught, his dark red eyes turned to the young man who was standing in his way, "Are you eager to be a hero when you first meet? Mr. Guinea Pig."
It can also be seen from here that these two people have ulterior motives and have a misplaced tacit understanding.
"We still need to save the impression, right?" Omo said with a subtle smile, "Whether it was me who allowed you to do this, or you who planned to do this, what is the potion used for this time?"
"Digestion."
"?"
"Special Zhou from the next class wants this. It seems he is with that one, Ogurijin? Or Migu? Forget it, I can't remember, it doesn't matter anyway!"
Although he didn't want to remember his classmates' names at all, he confidently waved his hands casually, showing off an air of dismissal:
"Anyway, they are going to compete to see who can eat more, and I just plan to see the possibilities of horse racing girls in this regard."
Is there any need to look at this possibility?
If you don't use this potion well, you'll have to turn into a toilet genie, right?
Omer tried hard to look serious with a sullen face, and asked softly:
"What about its possible side effects?"
"Maybe hiccups, maybe hands glowing."
Omo was relieved to hear that it was not diarrhea, but he felt a headache after hearing that.
"What is your obsession with shining?"
(End of chapter)
