Representative Qianming, who had had lunch once, did not continue to have another dinner.
Rather than being considerate of Omer's workload, it's more that he has other matters to deal with and doesn't have time to play tricks at the moment.
I have to mention that Representative Qianming is actually backed by her family.
The Qianming family is not a racehorse family in the true sense.
Although it is true that it has G1 level talent because it has produced several racing girls and has won derbies in all of them, it is indeed not a family that mainly focuses on horse racing.
Just like the junior high school horse racing girl Rijianguang, the Utopana family that is backed by them also does not focus on horse racing as a development, but instead focuses on the development of a video game company.
The main members of the Qianming family are also engaged in business in other fields.
No matter how successful the racing girl in the family is, her reputation is just the icing on the cake for the family. If she loses or even retires, it does not prevent her from continuing to operate.
It is neither genius education nor elite training. The policy of the Qianming family is to allow young people to develop freely, that is, on the basis of the guarantee of compulsory education, without making more in-depth arrangements.
——Let them learn whatever they want to learn, and provide them with opportunities for whatever career they want to pursue.
Such a free and relaxed family environment is almost the opposite of the symbolic family.
It is also in this kind of family environment that a special racing girl like Representative Qianming emerges.
There was no interference in the choice of job after retirement, and Representative Qianming was allowed to take up the position at Central Treson.
But even so, there will still be things at home that she needs to deal with.
For example, there are certain meetings that require the participation of members, or certain matters that her cousin has asked her to take care of on her behalf.
Although she does not have the burden of being the head of the family, this girl who is very good at interpersonal relationships can be regarded as an undoubted talent and has won the trust of her relatives.
When she calls herself a detective, she will be forced to face troublesome things like helping to take care of children and taking care of cats, just like a real detective.
Of course, whether this kind of thing is troublesome or not depends on the person involved.
At least according to Omer, Qianming probably doesn't hate cats and children.
Being more bearish is another story.
It shouldn’t be a bear, right?
Seeing Qian Ming's helpless but not contradictory look at that time, Omer felt that the children of this generation of Qian Ming's family probably had good personalities.
But what does this have to do with him?
No matter what the Qianming family's children are like, he himself has to deal with the children here who have a bad personality.
"Ouch! Trainer! Why are you so slow today!"
"Little Snake, will you come and play the game later! Monster Brawl has been updated! The dark monster mode that everyone has been missing is finally implemented!"
"...Trainer, my 'friend' left before and asked me to tell you, 'Don't forget to share the results once you have them'... Can I ask...what is...investigating?"
"Master, I would like to express my gratitude for the situation in the jewelry store in the afternoon... Well, yes, this "process" was also carried out at that time, but after discussing it with Mi Yu, I confirmed the result: as expected, I should thank you separately. you."
Well, it can’t be said that it’s not very good, at least Tea House and Bourbon Henshin.
As for the researcher Ma Niang who is begging for food for the second time, and a certain monster researcher who was still addicted to experiments yesterday and couldn't extricate herself, but today she seems to have turned into an Internet-addicted girl...
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Omer shook his head.
But I'm somewhat used to it.
Although this slightly noisy office far exceeded his expectations, it was still in line with the interpersonal advice given to him by his psychiatrist.
It's not good to talk about other people's characters, and maybe I'm not that good either... Thinking back to the explicit or implicit expressions of Sunday Serenity, True Ji Ling, Sky God Palace, etc. to me, Omer also closed his eyes slightly.
Some people have said before that his eyes are too sharp, but such people are neither many nor common.
People who meet for the first time, or even those who have met him only a few times, will only be impressed by Omer's politeness and intelligence, but will not realize that his eyes are penetrating the other person's information and thoughts.
To achieve the latter, either he himself must be obvious enough, or the other party must have special abilities.
After he became a trainer, this situation became more frequent, both because of the change in the circle of contact and because of his own more frequent performance.
But there is no need to change it.
He opened his eyes again and looked at the rows of sifted information columns on the screen.
He was sifting through the symbolist information extracted from public information by the crawler tool one by one. Because the information was too complicated, it took a lot of time and attention.
This couldn't help but remind him again that he had considered asking someone to help process the messages.
There are actually candidates.
Simply processing information rather than involving the commission and the events themselves, there can be a lot of helpers from unrelated people, such as Sky Shrine, Pipa Morning Light, or Junchuan Xiao - forget it, why bother working overtime man? ? ?
As expected, Omer still couldn’t do it.
But if he went directly to the talent market for a private selection, the risk would be a bit high, and he would have to put extra effort into investigating the facilitator.
Bang bang.
"Please come in."
A sudden knock on the door made Omer put down the hand on his nose, leaned back slightly on the five-star chair, and saw the black-haired horsewoman twisting the doorknob and pushing in.
"...Trainer, your coffee."
"Ah, thank you."
It's probably a bit excessive to hand someone coffee at night, unless the person doesn't intend to go to bed early.
Although he didn't want to admit it, Omer rarely had the chance to return to his original routine these days.
As the worry-free person in this house, Kazao can always help with the cooking, help Omo stabilize Tachyon, and even deliver coffee to Omo.
"...She's really busy again." After a cursory glance at the screen, the girl, who seemed to have no interest in him, turned back to look at the helpless trainer.
"It's inevitable these days." said the trainer holding a coffee cup.
"In addition to your training tasks, I also have some troubles to deal with."
"...Do you need help?" the girl asked. Although she always lowered her voice to make her voice less soft, this adjustment was obviously meaningless when facing her trainer.
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This strange knowledge still came from chatting with Bize, but Omer had not told him about the new article. According to the latter's version of the news, Omer was just living with three horse racing girls.
But it was enough to make him grit his teeth.
If he were to find out that Omo and a netizen had met and found a pure Sakura girl... maybe on the way home, he would risk his life to interfere with Omo's driving.
Let's tell him later... That's what Omer thought at that time.
But now, looking at the girl's calm to dull expression and the concern in her low voice, he smiled and shook his head.
The voice was soft in nature and obviously childish, emphasizing to Omo the fact that this child should not be troubled.
Even though this child looks so much like her elder sister.
It’s easy to talk to her elder sister.
"...That's it...let's drink coffee then..."
"...I just heard my 'friend' say that she is going to a friend's place for coffee tomorrow...I just remembered that this morning, I received coffee beans imported from Orion..."
She said, pointing to the coffee cup that Omer was holding that he had not drank.
"Orion?" Omo glanced at the black slurry in the cup in surprise. Although he was a little concerned about who Ning Ning was going to drink coffee with on Sunday, he was more concerned about the location of one of the equatorial constellations.
Not to mention that in his mind, that place was Diga's hometown.
"Well...my family often buys imported coffee beans for me...if I want it myself, I will buy it..." The cafeteria who mentioned this topic looked a little distressed.
“When family members don’t know enough about you, they can only express concern along the lines of what little they know about you.”
"Yes...'friend' also said something similar."
"Not that surprising."
"The trainer, actually 'friend' her, is a very good person."
"I understand, she just wasn't very nice to me."
"..." The cafeteria was suddenly at a loss for words, but as well-behaved as she was, she still had to hesitate to tell lies. After all, what the trainer said was too true.
"'Friend' she actually likes you."
"This is somewhat ambiguous, but considering the fact that you are from the Far East, I probably have a misunderstanding."
"Well... what I said is, 'friend' she... doesn't hate you."
"I highly doubt that she and I can have any good feelings as friends, although any young person of the opposite sex will easily develop feelings after being together for a long time."
"Trainer thinks... he knows his 'friends' better?"
"It's not that conceited, so tell me."
"?" After Omo said this, he saw that the cafeteria was still staring at him.
This inevitably made him wonder if the other person was angry, even though the child had always had a good temper.
Then she took another look and found that her eyes were moving to her coffee cup with Godzilla on it.
"...You take a sip of coffee first."
Oh...it turns out to be because of this.
Omo took a sip as instructed.
"…How about it?"
"It has a very thick flavor, with a clean aftertaste, but the acidity is a bit rough, but it is mellow and dense, and overall it is quite harmonious," Omer commented, closing his eyes slightly, "The soil in Orion may be a little too fertile."
"Hmm... But my 'friend' gave me full marks and said I hope it won't raise the bar for tomorrow's coffee tasting."
"Comparison is inevitable after all, but I doubt who else's coffee she can expect after drinking your coffee." Omo shook his head.
"I dare to make a bold guess that she hasn't drunk the coffee from the other party. In addition, the other party is probably famous for a long time, which makes her have the illusion that the other party is 'intuitive', and how many friends does she have..."
"...Trainer?" The waiter didn't understand why Omo frowned and his expression became subtle as he spoke.
"Did she say where she went to drink?"
"I didn't ask," the girl shook her head, "but...she is really looking forward to it, and I wish her the best."
"Then I also wish her good luck." Omo said without conscience.
Obviously he can determine the scope.
But maybe!
Maybe what Ning An went to on Sunday was not the detective agency, but the Mars Snakeskin Cafe!
... No, if you can't help but laugh, the laughter will most likely be either hee hee or jie jie.
But fortunately, before he had time to destroy his character in front of Tea House, Tea House had already looked at the screen again, and then said goodbye to him:
"...Well, I wish you the best, trainer, and don't stay up too late like Tachyon."
"No, I will take Bourbon to Teresin tomorrow morning, and I will also stop by the student union."
"...? Okay, then... see you, trainer."
"Goodbye, be safe on your night run."
Omer had to remind him.
The hostess is a horse lady who likes to run at night. According to her, she doesn’t have much energy during the day - Omer thinks this is just because she drank too much coffee and had insomnia, and moved her sleep schedule later.
It is natural for students of the seance department to prefer the night to the day.
This also needs to be adjusted slowly. The game will not start according to her schedule and wait until the sun sets.
"Ah, by the way, the teahouse." He suddenly called to the other party again.
"Aren't you afraid of me? Or to be more precise, aren't you afraid of my eyes?"
"Eyes... I like the trainer's eyes very much..." The girl looked at him and smiled lightly, "As dark and deep as fragrant coffee... It's calming."
I asked whether it was sharp or not... Omer was a little surprised, but he also realized that there was something wrong with his expression.
The question should be about the eyes, and the cafeteria's answer was obviously that he saw something deeper in his eyes.
But this answer... should I say that she is worthy of being the sister of Dark Sunday?
The teahouse may have more... dark potential than expected.
"That's it. Thank you for your appreciation. In fact, I quite like your black hair," Omer replied. "It was rare to see such smooth and pure long black hair around me before - ignoring the white patch on the top of the head. .”
"...My family really likes the wisp of white hair on my head." Teaza raised his hand and wiped the obviously raised white hair on the top of his head. This kind of erection that does not require hairspray is special enough, and this specialness, in the characteristics of the horse race girl中 usually means some kind of unique 'feature'.
Just like the whorls, stars, and shooting stars on real horses, they all refer to the white seals and lines on the head. These are natural distinguishing signs and are also easy for humans to identify.
"It's not a minus point." Omo said with a smile.
"But if you stay up too late, your other hair may also turn gray."
"...The trainer...is a little evil."
"This is a sincere warning to children who go to bed late rather than bear ill will."
"...Get enough...sleep and it's stable, it'll be okay."
"I won't deny it, but the game won't start at night," he put down the cup and clapped his hands slightly, "Okay, that's enough chatting. It's time for me to continue working, and you have to sleep well, little lady."
"...Mr. Trainer too."
Rereading it specifically on Monsieur, it obviously corresponds to Homa's term of 'lady' for her.
After the girl finished speaking, she rushed out of the room, showing a bit of vitality that was rarely seen outside the arena.
This also made Omo laugh dumbly, picked up the coffee and took another sip.
Then he moved the cursor and clicked on an ID that started with Xiang Yu.
Not Aiba Ami, but her brother, the resident beast tamer in the Digital World, Aiba Takumi.
Krait: [Are you there? Can you contact me for an interview? I need a Digimon to help me filter the information]
Historically, Representative Chiaki grew up in the Gunma Chiaki Ranch, which is known as the "Gogo Ranch". It has been passed down to three generations so far. It is a famous ranch that has given away Derby horses to generations.メイズイ (Showa 28th year).
The philosophy of Da Dang Jia Qian Ming Da Zuo is: "Ignore the present moment, even if you lose money, it doesn't matter how many years it takes. As long as a famous horse can emerge from the pedigree, it is my original wish, and it is also the most incomparable." Glory. The main business of the Qianming family is other things. Running a ranch and raising horses are all hobbies after all. Doing your best just to give away a good horse is not a career or a business."
Director Nori Ohsawa also said: 'You don't need to rely on strong training to breed horses. As long as the horse can exert its innate talents and abilities to the best of its ability and live safely. However, in order to maximize your ability after going to the racecourse, special basic training is also conducted here to develop basic physical strength. '
This sense of purity, which is not for the sake of competition, was evaluated at the time as similar to the orthodox spirit and attitude of British aristocratic horse owners. It is based on this that the author established the general appearance of the Qianming family in this book
——Until we meet again
(End of chapter)
