Three days, technically two days of torture.
If you play games wholeheartedly and torture your opponents, you may still be in good shape, but that is torturing your opponents and yourself after you are tired from studying...
That will probably only foster psychopathy.
In order not to become a psychopath, Omo made the greatest psychological struggle, such as using the water chat room when training horse girls outside, asking Miss Rudolf about the status of her actions, and paying attention to the Penguin Logistics chat room— —
——He always felt that Neng Angel and the others were plotting something, as if he was consciously excluding himself from it. Even Mostima, who had always been indifferent, was tight-lipped about it, as if he was involved.
This was probably not a good thing, and it made him wary of the third day.
And in this confrontational state, when the third day arrived, he showed obvious confusion and exhaustion.
There is no real life that is too fulfilling, and of course, there are rewards.
He already has the confidence to apply for the office level promotion exam. As for the trainer...
He got a passing grade when he answered the question in front of the chairman, but he actually went through the back door.
But this backdoor is always valid until you make a big mistake and are stripped of your qualification as a trainer, or you are sent to a local racing school.
The benchmark for improving the salary of central trainers is not a more difficult written test, but is judged by the performance of the actual trained racing girls.
Therefore, regarding the acquisition of relevant knowledge for trainers, the gains must be reflected in future training. This is a very long-term process.
But after the summer vacation, it’s time to see the results.
There will be an on-campus tryout not long after Tereson starts school. It is an opportunity for horse girls who do not have a trainer contract to show themselves, and it is also an opportunity to choose between trainers.
At the same time, there will also be a warm-up match for horse girls who have entered formal training.
Although it is an event held on campus, it also has a large prize money (paid by the chairman at his own expense), tough opponents (the one who can get to the center is a horse lady with G1 potential), as well as formalized rules and track quality. .
Although it is used for getting a feel for it, it can also be regarded as a mock test before the formal assessment.
There were several internal competitions of this kind in school, and this was also one of the special treatment from the central government (actually it was just due to the enthusiasm of a certain chairman).
But it would be a little too anxious to think about what will happen after school starts in the early stages of summer vacation.
Omo, who was entrusting his whole body to the sofa and was in a salty state, laughed at his habitually far-fetched plans while waiting for the communication from Penguin Logistics with a calm expression.
But before the communication from Penguin Logistics came, there was a call from a certain pink-haired JK who got up early:
"Little snake! Little snake, little snake! Where are you!!"
While shouting, he ran down the stairs quickly. The sound of his slippers colliding with the wooden steps was really dull and loud, as if he had no idea of being gentle.
Omer couldn't help but feel lucky that the soundproofing of the house had been completed.
Otherwise, this wave alone would wake up all the girls in the room.
As for whether to continue to return to sleep is another matter.
But now, he had to reluctantly raise his hand and greet lazily: "Here."
"Whoa whoa!"
Although the sound was not loud, it was still noticeable in the quiet morning, not to mention the arm rising from the back of the chair. It also made the girl at the stairs immediately turn back from the kitchen and said happily: "The season reward display has been passed! "
"You can really get the skin of General Zog! You've even unlocked the second stage of Zog!"
The girl carrying a plastic bag stood in front of the sofa, overlooking the young man lying dead.
"You worked hard! Little Snake. You have completed the task so well. I'm wondering if I should give you a reward."
"Reward me with some purity." Omo lowered his hand and continued to lie down.
"Eh? Is that it?"
The girl tilted her head and looked at him for a few seconds, then she lay down next to him in the same pattern, looked at the ceiling and suddenly smiled: "It's just like wishing for a glass of water with the Peace Star!"
"Is it true?" The devil's voice was smooth, "I think it's another fake Peace Star."
"Don't say that~" She raised her arm and slapped the young man on the chest. The girl tried to defend her honor. "It's not always a joke. It's rare to see you like this, little snake. It's really hard to win, right?"
"It should be said that it is torture, but it may feel more torture on the other side. I have also seen a few IDs of people I am not sure I know, and I feel a little offended."
"Eh?"
"You probably don't know them, Carrot Man, Bayuan Sun Sword, Wei Ke Raccoon... Fortunately, this game allows duplicate names. I hope the person facing me is not the person I think of."
"Also, I want to see your box before agreeing to something like this next time."
"You're so indifferent, just like a flight attendant who checks the weapons tray first when meeting someone."
"Can there be a gbf in your time?"
"You won't know it until you get to this world."
"It's very adaptable."
"Yes, this is a wonderful world where there are more than 20 kinds of tomato juice!"
“The appreciation for a place like this really leaves me at a loss for answers.”
"Then just be perfunctory," Akane suddenly stood up and looked at Omer who was still looking at the ceiling, "Little snake, you are always too serious about your acquaintances!"
"By the way, this is for you."
As she spoke, she picked up the bag in her hand and took out a beautiful box.
"?" Omo leaned up slightly and looked at the package, which looked familiar. "Did you buy wagashi a few days ago?"
"How could it be kept for so long!" The monster maker was really speechless about this demon. "This is the snack I bought in line with the cafe last night."
"This is specially prepared for you! Don't say anything about not liking dumplings, mochi, or dorayaki!"
"You have been able to predict my words." Omo raised his hand and took the box.
"Because Xiao She, you used to scold the dumplings in the game for making you sick to your stomach, so the main thing was to put Dorayaki."
"Is it the kind that can summon a civet cat robot?" He opened the box and looked at it. The snacks that can be queued up are probably good enough, but the price is that the quantity is not too much.
There wasn’t much need for snacks. Omo glanced at them and handed the box to her: “Choose a few.”
"Eh?"
"We have to have breakfast later, too much will affect our appetite."
"Eh-I'm still going to go back to my room and continue sleeping!"
The girl tried to leave, but was suddenly grabbed by the wrist: "Go to bed after eating, um, it's almost time..."
He glanced sideways into the air.
"about there?"
Looking at the young man in confusion, Akane saw the young man raise his head:
The next second, Akane Shinjo heard a dull sound of closing the door, followed immediately by the sound of footsteps walking down the stairs after walking through the corridor.
"...Master, Akane, good morning." It was Miura Bourbon who was a little confused about the current situation of the two of them.
"Hey Duo, uh...good morning." Looking at Bourbon, and then turning to look at Omer, Qian's head turned not too slowly. It is not difficult to think of it when combined with Omer's previous sentence.
This cybernetic horse girl often shows accurate judgment of time in daily life. Even her daily schedule is accurate and stable enough to be noticed by the trainer.
It was the self-discipline that awed her.
"Good morning. Just keep an eye on her. Don't let her run away before breakfast."
"Eh?!" "Are you going to be the same as Team Tachyon and Team Teaza as usual?"
It was the daily routine of the other two horse ladies to wake them up after dinner and let them go back to sleep.
Although sleeping after eating is not healthy, it is better to consider training and daily conditioning than not eating at all.
"Yeah, same, so you watch her while I go to the kitchen."
As he spoke, he picked up the two dorayaki in the box he was holding in his hand, and handed the whole box to Bourbon: "You can also eat two, as a pre-dinner snack."
"Yes, Master."
After looking at Akane who sighed in confusion and the expressionless trainer, Bourbon took the box.
"See you later then."
Omo said and walked towards the kitchen.
The ever-bright light screen he noticed in the corner of his eye seemed to have changed. It was a new message.
From the frequency band of Penguin Logistics, Mostima initiated a private chat:
[Yuechi Logistics hopes to terminate the cooperation and has made an appointment for a meeting at nine o'clock. Do you want to come? 】
"..."
Ringed Snake: [If you don’t come, give them some face]
(End of chapter)
