Those who have just arrived and started betting without any understanding can be described as the purest gamblers.
There are very few people like this in the horse race betting industry, because the influence of horse girls in this world is so great that horse girl events have even completely replaced horse racing itself - embarrassing the status of those four-legged primitive creatures.
Without the demand for mounts, the only remaining status is the keeping or protection status of a simple animal.
Homais had no interest in that kind of creature; all he studied was horse racing.
What horse bettors need is understanding and research about all the horse racing ladies.
As the race schedule progresses step by step, the bounty status of the horse racing girl also increases, which in turn affects the odds ratio of the gambling game.
Considering that there are enough cases in the history of horse racing to illustrate the career paths of horse racing mothers, such as 'late bloomers', 'short-lived', and 'anticlimactic', gamblers should also be patient enough when looking at horse racing mothers.
Not only do you have to be patient, but you also need to have a thorough understanding - this can easily turn a horse race bettor into a single pusher of the betting target - the more you study those horse racing girls, the more you will be attracted to them... and so on. Developments abound.
At this time, the longing for the horse lady will interfere with the original intention of betting on horses.
So, how can you bet on horse racing rationally while becoming a single pusher?
The answer is simple.
"Become DD."
"I'm asking you how to make money to restore health, but you want me to give people money!"
"Is it necessary to give money to others to become a DD?"
"What?! Are you a shameful prostitute?" The young man with black hair and brown eyes said bitterly, with a bit of pride and anger that he was "ashamed to be associated with you".
Then he loudly said: "I have a monthly membership card for the live broadcast room!"
"..."
During those brief silences, Omer would pretend to look at the terminal and hum.
It's like talking to someone on the phone!
Prove that he did not talk to such aliens and would not be infected with the Kaizi virus.
And the money-hungry alien who has attracted the attention of others will jump up and say: "What are you pretending to do! I clearly see so many 17-level brands!!"
They all put the 'torch' up in this way. In order not to become a person being roasted on the fire, Omer would sneer and take the initiative to step into the sea of fire.
"Haha, this is my free interactive hair."
"What do the chatters of several racing girl Umastagram fan groups say!"
"That was someone else's name. I was just hired to write."
"Damn it! Why can someone like you, who has no intention of writing strange books, live with Ma Niang, while I have to study boring spell macros with a bunch of old men and women!!"
"Is it possible, and I mean possible, that you just don't have that weird heart to be trusted."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! There must be a horse racing girl in this world who can be invited as a fellow monster book lover! I think Digi-chan has potential...! What are you doing?"
Bize saw this guy waving his fingers in the air again. Although he had seen the other party's fake moves before, he still asked for the time being.
"Send a message to Ms. Digital Ellie," Omer answered honestly, his finger touching the air slightly hesitant, "By the way, I'm wondering whether to send the recording file as well."
"No! We are good brothers -" "Who is your brother?"
Now it was Omo's turn to enter the contemptuous part of "How can I, Omo, such a good man, be brothers with a wealthy man like you!"
Well, Caibu, さいふ, wallet in the Far Eastern language.
Even if you are a piece of bread, it is better than being a wallet! You piece of barbecued pork! ——The cold look with a bit of disgust undoubtedly revealed this meaning.
At this point, this alien wealth cloth should have been as if someone had given him a gift from the captain in the palace, changed his mind on the spot, rectified his past mistakes, and cried out about the evil things he had done since he was a child. He said it all - but unfortunately he still had the basic passive of being tough-talking, which was highly rated.
"Friends, aren't we! Aren't we Tomodaji?!" A social terrorist who can say this in public will undoubtedly make Omer work harder to pretend that he is talking to someone on the phone.
Especially when that guy was still saying: "Besides, there's nothing strange about subsidizing talented women. You see, in ancient literature, there are elegant anecdotes between literati and courtesans. Well, do you understand?"
This person dared to question the Tom Yam language literacy of the Bad people who had lived in this area for 16 years earlier than him.
"I've given up my evaluation." Omo, who turned away from the light screen, was speechless tormented by such an unusual face.
As an Earth resident, we should accept the deviation of aliens’ understanding of Earth’s culture.
"What about Airi-chan?" Such an alien asked, stroking his palms.
Seeing that Omo didn't answer immediately, he stared again the next second:
"I sent you a complete set of Ultraman Zeta resources circulated within the circle! How dare you say it didn't help you!"
"...It was just deleted."
He raised his hand to twist the bridge of his nose. In a state of mind that he couldn't bear to look at and was slightly tired, Omo couldn't help but glance at the display cabinet next to him to divert his attention.
The dark gray mechanical staff in the display cabinet shows its ability and sharpness, and it looks like a war spear. It can be said to be both rustic and new.
The earth is the combination of earth in the positioning of this staff, and the new is the source energy spell system etched on the staff itself - looking at the information in front of the display cabinet that requires concentration to see clearly, the system is still the Spirit Summoning 3.211 version.
It is indeed a new work from the Magic Association Investment Company, a major version ahead of the market.
Presumably the spell casting speed and the ability to accommodate spell nesting have also become more powerful - just when Omer thought this, he saw the following series of version update announcements:
[Fixed the bug of spell disorder]
[Added two new spell slots]
[Provides more customization options]
[Fixed the branding conflict on the magic branch of the enchantment system]
…
No, why not enhance spell nesting performance and spell macro delay? Isn't the spirit summoning system a staff system that focuses on nesting and optimizing summoning and spell combinations?
Do developers really know what customers want?
Omo frowned, but the guy next to him looked at that thing and shouted, "I'm super, six spell slots! Three magic amplification tags!! Is this a new product?"
Then look at the price.
"My day, forget it."
He seemed really tempted, and Omer began to express concern about the quality of his classes.
But before Omo could say anything, the man turned around again: "By the way, did you really type the words for Ellie?"
I was still thinking about it, and I remembered Omo's reply not long ago, 'I just deleted it'.
"Is the recording also real?"
"The long-term functions that are enabled by default on the terminal do not take up much memory," Omer said flatly, "it is quite convenient for my main business."
"Do trainers still need this kind of function?" Bi Ze asked in surprise, then nodded thoughtfully, "That's quite strange for the clerk."
Now Omo couldn't be calm anymore and raised his eyebrows: "My main job is to be a trainer?"
"?" It was Bize's turn to look at him sideways, "You don't mean to say that your main job is mercenary, do you?"
These words made Omer's eyes shudder.
"Think about why I met you here." He sighed without any ups and downs.
On the surface of the Jiemen District, the Magic Staff Exchange Exhibition is jointly sponsored by eleven magic staff brand companies headed by Honglong Staff Co., Ltd.
Here, even Bize is carrying a dark blue mechanical staff, and Omo, who is just carrying a handbag, is somewhat out of place.
He himself was a little uncomfortable when he first came here.
Silence when traveling alone should have been his first habit, but recently he has always been used to having people around him who are noisy, either the irritable Sunday Serenity or Mostima who is quite the leader, or someone who seems to be scheming. Some kind of Eri Souko, or Chiaki’s representative who leads the rhythm with freedom and unrestrainedness.
Being too profound actually hinders the understanding of habits. Omo was introspecting in his heart, and his eyes when he stepped into the exhibition were somewhat sharp as if he was in a working state.
He came here at the invitation of a certain member of the Hall of Return. That member was an Immortal Seed who was acquainted with the merchant. To be more precise, he was a Western dragon.
A dragon who is very passionate about the research of magic machinery is very interested in the Galatron card in his hand.
After all, Galatron is indeed a mechanical creation that is somewhat magical.
It also goes well with something like a magic staff.
The other party did not intend to buy directly, but instead invited him to come here to have a look, as if he was very patient and planned to get to know each other first.
So Omo sighed to Akane Shinjo, "At first glance, the Hall of Return does not seem to be a criminal den."
There are a lot of exchanges between members, but it is rare to actually meet offline, which can make other members marvel, suggest rejection, or remind them to be careful.
Let Omo vaguely realize that the normal situation here is actually quite stagnant. Only when new people appear will it suddenly become more active.
All in all, he decided to accept the invitation. After all, he planned to meet the other members. He had also been quite interested in the magic staff, not to mention that he had a friend who seemed to have been busy tinkering with it recently.
I'm so busy that I don't even have time to meet in person, and I don't even come to visit the office. I can only occasionally chat online.
Then he received his ticket.
Entity.
But there are barcodes and QR codes.
Technology is so advanced, but physical tickets still exist, but it is somewhat redundant to hang barcodes and QR codes on them. However, Omo saw that the two coding scales faintly formed some kind of magic inscription pattern, so he decided not to. Go and evaluate rashly.
He has done some research on magic wands and the basics of magic, but he is still at the level of basic conversation. A more in-depth conversation would be a bit self-defeating.
However, he has also heard that tickets for such exhibitions are mostly expensive and hard to find. The colleague who can hold tickets for such advanced technology exhibitions and give them away at will is probably a senior company executive.
Considering the name of Honglong Company, Omer could even make a bold guess, guessing that the colleague of Guiyuanzhi whose avatar is the English version of "Dragon of Spells" is the leader of Honglong Staff Co., Ltd.
With such a ticket in hand, Omo also considered whether he should change into a more 'mage' outfit.
He had just made a fortune, had some spare money on hand, and had a 'businessman' as a guarantee for his investment. He was relatively optimistic about the future economy, and thought that wearing a mage's attire would indeed give him some increase in the magic of his essentially demonic methods. .
Most mage attires of the magic wand school are relatively modern, but there is still a market for traditional robes.
After all, how many spell amplification strips can be etched into the loose robe-this kind of question can still surprise the other party.
But when Omer saw Bize's cry about the economic crisis early in the morning, he decided to save some money and not fall into the other party's situation.
But... what should I say?
Coincidentally?
After all, I saw the news in the morning and bumped into him here at noon.
Or rather.
There must be something hateful about poor people?
This guy is in financial crisis and he can still come here to see the exhibition. The tickets are not cheap, right?
"What? Didn't you come here specifically to provide me with some advice on the staff? I was clearly so moved when I first saw you!"
"Is it possible that I was invited here in a capacity other than as a trainer?"
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Have you had this conversation before? Omo didn't want to continue, but just when he was about to stop talking, he saw the other party raised his hand and pointed behind him:
"Look over there! They are all here. It's not surprising that I thought you were here as a trainer!"
"..." Omo looked back at the crowd he was pointing at. Through the gaps in the crowded crowd, he could vaguely see the two horse girls in the center of the crowd.
Those were indeed two racing ladies.
A little brown-haired girl wearing a witch hat-style hat and another little gray-haired girl who had met at Treson Football Stadium and was currently wearing a black and white dress.
Due to the changes in the Eastern Shang Dynasty and his real cleverness, Omo will not misremember the name of the horse racing girl who has enrolled in school.
but……
"They are not the racing girls I am responsible for." Omo turned around and said expressionlessly.
We are still in junior high school, and it’s not time to go on the field yet.
Thanks to Bai Yinmo, He is calling me to hold on to victory, and Sister Control's Shiki bacteria for the reward!
thanks, thanks!
(End of chapter)
