Even if the clouds dissipate, the grassland will not dry out.
The grass will splash water when you step on it. Once you exert enough force on it, not only will the water splash like lotus, but also obvious mud.
Just like this moment, when Miura Bourbon and Manchester City were racing on the field, the flying mud proved the necessity of changing into sportswear.
The two people had no idea that it was training so they didn't need to run too hard. The former ran in front with precise and powerful steps, and the latter followed closely behind them with their foot power that put aside everything.
The howling wind seemed to be mixed with thunder, giving people the illusion that the heavy rain was still lingering.
Two bolts of lightning, one of which was maroon and the other pitch black, had already crossed the first bend one after the other.
Outside the grandstand, Omo was using a freezing spell to collect moisture on the bench next to the track, while Sunday Ning Jing followed the two figures with his eyes and sighed with emotion:
"That kid in the teahouse has completely let go."
"You should have run with her again," Homais said, brushing the ice off the bench.
Rather than using flame magic to bake the bench and disperse the water, it is obviously easier to directly freeze the liquid on the surface and wipe it away.
However, he obviously paid attention to the situation on the field and was able to speak calmly on Sunday.
When the target of pursuit is not in front of you, running will always be reserved.
In the past, Manchester City's performance even in official games was worrying, not only because of the unfamiliarity of the field, but also because it did not really ignite the flames.
The desire to be satisfied and the flame that burns the self has no shortage of fuel, but it still needs a flame.
In this regard, Sunday Tranquility had to admit: "It is indeed the case."
"I've been with her day and night for so long, and I don't think she understands her as deeply as you do."
"Tung Yam has a saying, the authorities are obsessed with it, and family relationships will eventually hinder your vision."
"Isn't it because of your bad eyes?" Sunday quietly stared at Omo who sat down on the bench that was guaranteed to be dry and waved to him.
She continued to stand and did not respond to the invitation.
And Omo didn't force it. He just put the book on his knees and opened it. He looked at the content and said: "Calling it 'bad' is too much."
"By now, some little girls should have rejected those eyes of yours, right?"
"..." Omer was silent and turned the page.
After all, he had to admit that the other party's words were accurate, and Zhen Ji Ling was a good example.
They don’t want to be so close, and they don’t want to be seen through by the other party - women will always be more emotional about this kind of thing than men.
"Did I tell you right?"
"Do you want to have another round with Tea House next time?" Omo asked.
"No need. As soon as I see that Tea House's training is on track, I should withdraw." She stretched and was about to dig into Tea House's mobile phone.
Just as when she arrived, she preferred to get into it and wait for the transfer in order to avoid having to squeeze into the back seat of Homare with the two horse girls.
However, at this moment, her ears trembled slightly and she turned to look at the entrance behind the training ground.
Changed my mind again.
"Hey, look over there!"
As if to avoid being overheard by the other party, Zhou Jingjing raised his hand and patted Omer on the shoulder to make him look up before speaking silently.
It's up to Omo to use his lip-reading skills to understand her words, which are "clues to the door."
And after that, she also took out the stopwatch that Omo had put aside, intending to wait for the two horse girls to reach the end of the game before picking it up.
"I'll go see them." She said.
He immediately opened the distance and headed towards the finish line.
This also left Omer speechless. After hearing the footsteps speeding up slightly, he turned his head and looked behind him.
"Good afternoon, Trainer Linton, long time no see."
The horse racing girl from behind greeted her. She slowed down her pace and walked with the power of her nickname.
Stately and solemn?
Maybe it's not that far yet.
After all, she was still wearing Treson's school uniform.
The appearance of the horse racing girl grows slowly outside of the range of "original transformation".
Even though the student council president has graduated and is taking over the family business, she is also dealing with many incident documents transmitted from the local Teresin to the central government, but she still fits that school uniform.
Just like her old friends Chiaki Representative and Maruzensky.
Therefore, even the power of His Majesty the Emperor is only the oppression of the student council president.
I don’t know if I will ever see the other party’s heroic appearance in the victory uniform in his lifetime... If he wanted to show off the majesty of the emperor, Omer would naturally miss the dark green uniform first.
And such nostalgia did not prevent him from responding to that greeting:
"Good afternoon, Miss Rudolf."
He stood up calmly, put down the books on his knees, and gestured to her to sit down.
"Does my news bother you?"
"Not really, but I should be grateful to you for allowing me to go out for a walk." Rudolf accepted the invitation and sat on the side of the bench, and then raised his hand to signal for him to sit down as well.
This may have been just a subconscious move on her part, but she took the initiative instantly. Fortunately, Omer didn't care and didn't feel pressured by it.
"The past few days of reviewing documents have been really boring, and there has been a gloomy rainstorm. But now, thanks to Trainer Linton, it has been swept away."
"This is just a random move to facilitate training. If it can also make people feel refreshed, then it will be great."
"Training, indeed," the emperor nodded, looking at the two girls in the distance, "Aren't you worried? Trainer Linton."
"Continuously accelerating in such a heavy racecourse, it seems that those two classmates... are called Miura Bourbon and Manchester Teahouse, right?" Rudolph symbolically showed her extraordinary memory. Even if she didn't recognize it at first, she continued to After two seconds, the name can be accurately called.
Of course, maybe the troubles between Cyber Horse Girl and Psychic Horse Girl were brought to the desk of the Student Union.
"None of them seem to be your racehorse ladies."
"Yes, he is just a temporary acting trainer." Omo nodded slightly and turned to look at the two horse ladies who were accelerating. "But if I think about it, when the horse girls want to run better and faster, it is better to be with the temporary trainer." It doesn’t matter whether it’s temporary or not, as a trainer you should respond.”
He never mentioned that the reason why he didn't bring Danda with him was that Danda was obsessed with studying monsters and couldn't afford to delay.
It is enough for this kind of shameful behavior to be circulated internally, there is really no need to spread it to heaven.
The shameful behavior of the students was brought to the student union, and it was also the student union with Tereson's aloof status.
It is not an exaggeration to describe it as "listening to the sky".
"As for this heavy racecourse...you don't doubt that they will be injured, right?" When asked about this, Omer looked at her specifically and felt that this was not necessary.
After all, as an eight-time champion and retired full-level player, there is really no need for Rudolf to ask such basic questions unless she is testing Omo's basic skills as a trainer.
"In terms of the pressure on the bones and joints of the legs, the heavy racecourse is lighter than the good racecourse, and the deformed soil will not provide too strong a reaction force."
"But I can't run very fast."
"But among those two, Manchester City Teahouse has obviously never been to this kind of venue." Rudolph said softly, and her eyes were naturally locked on the black-haired girl in the distance.
The girl ran hard, like a galloping thunder, chasing her companion who was like a fully drawn bow in front of her.
She was accelerating continuously, and dark shadows similar to the peaceful eight points on Sunday also flashed in front of her from time to time, making the arena itself look a bit cold and strange, but the emperor did not care about this.
In the era when the emperor was galloping in the arena, and in the era when the emperor was watching the arena, she had seen too many different types of horse racing girls with different skill sets.
It’s okay to be a little bit supernatural.
"She seems a little excited today..." Omer's tone was obviously not very worried. This confidence came from the black silhouette that had rushed to the finish line. The black silhouette had a more intuitive and violent temper than the teahouse, and was different from Miura Bourbon. Like an explosion of violence trampling the earth like an industrial machine, her figure is the mania of the soul.
She is indeed a soul.
Only as a soul can the performance be so intuitive, and no matter whether the spiritual sense is sharp or not, it can be clearly captured by the audience.
She was worried about the teahouse, so she was running wildly, not using the erratic nature of her spiritual body, but running to interact with reality and matter.
At this moment, there are three horse ladies competing together. The only difference is that one of them is on the sidelines.
Turning his attention back to the court, Omo continued to add: "After regaining a new life, I ran to measure myself, and encountered the psychological pressure of being unfamiliar with the venue. As a result, the former broke through the latter, and instead made the teahouse perform better. Showing an uncharacteristic amount of energy."
"So she can catch up with Miura Bourbon with this?"
"If you can't catch up, her physical strength is not enough to support her as a 'fleeing horse'. The result of using her strength in advance will only widen the gap in the final game."
And having learned the lesson from last time, Bourbon will not be stunned by the supernatural phenomena on the field this time.
When the skills are deployed, even without changing into the overly cool victory uniform, it can still bring acceleration like a meteor.
So at that final moment, there will be a confrontation between [Anaruta]/[Shape of the Chaser] and [G00 1st.F∞;].
[G00 1st.F∞;] The name of Miura Bourbon’s talent skill comes from the automatic programming of equipment such as CNC machine tools.
G00 is the traveling mode of the tool in the machine tool, that is, rapid point positioning, and Fxx marks the feed speed of the tool in the machine tool.
For example, F200 means that the tool feeds in the feed direction at 200mm/s.
What G00 1st.F∞ represents is undoubtedly the intention to move at infinite speed and cut a sharp blade towards the first place——
——It also coincides with the number of a certain series of Gundam.
The visual effect of the victory server is very similar to the particle distribution because of its natural skills.
She did anchor the first, with the lightness and swiftness of a Gundam.
At this moment, the machine-like heavy and stable violence has transformed into something else. The mechanical spirit gallops forward, not only maintaining the position at the front, but also further widening the distance.
One horse body, two horse body - Sunday Serenity could not catch up with Miura Bourbon, but she was able to catch up with her sister's figure, and directly bumped into the body in the form of a soul body, and her running steps did not stop. He fell down, but slowed down smoothly due to the synchronization of the same running state.
And the pressure on the bones is relieved with the familiar and instinctive skills of veterans who have experienced the competition.
On the data card and promotional animation of Miura Bourbon, the nickname is MB-19890425.
MB is the abbreviation of Miura Bourbon, and 19890425 is Bourbon's date of birth, which is a naming rule for aircraft such as airplanes. The semicolon at the end of the ultimate skill corresponds to the statement end label in machine tool programming, and its function is similar Equivalent to ";" in C language
It's really very rigorous.
——Until we meet again!
(End of chapter)
