"…Trainer…."
At the moment when both Bourbon and Tachyon are still performing a winner's stage simulation on the stage prepared by Mr. Otaku, it can also be called 'perseverance training' and 'intelligence training'.
Only Tea House is still racing on the track at the central training ground.
It is true that the quality and performance of each of the three horse girls are different, and there are also differences in the training direction in the plan designated by Omer for the three. However, the training content at the beginning is kept as consistent as possible to prevent Omer from being distracted. Lack of skills.
But now that we have mastered the teleportation skills, combined with the modern advanced live broadcast function, this shortcoming can be made up for.
The training plan was then re-adjusted to be more in line with Ma Niang's actual situation, rather than emphasizing three people traveling together.
A three-person team is definitely not going to do this when it comes to training horse girls.
So there is this scene now.
"What's the score...?"
Omer raised the stopwatch directly at her.
"I think you should take a break now and think about it again."
The comparison of the before and after values was not ideal, and compared to the numbers themselves at this moment, Omo had already noticed several changes in the running posture of Tea House while the opponent was still running.
That shouldn't be the case.
In the past few days of practice, although Teaza's running movements were not as mechanically stable as Bourbon's, they were at least more steady and standardized than Tachyon's, and there were no mistakes.
Looking at Ma Niang, whose eyes were still calm and her ears were slightly drooped, Omo raised his hand and broke off the mineral water bottle fixed on the fence with ice.
It was just a bottle of ordinary mineral water that he placed on the ice platform created by source energy.
Handing ice-cold water to someone after a strenuous workout—this common-sense and dangerous behavior is not something that happens among trainers and horse girls.
"Is there anything you want to say?"
When he handed over the bottle, he saw the virtual image reflected in the other person's dark golden eyes.
Omo met the other party's silent gaze and added: "You should understand that something is wrong with you."
A racing girl always has a ruler regarding speed and time in her heart, and its accuracy varies with her ability.
But they will always judge their academic performance more accurately than ordinary students.
It is difficult to feel good about oneself, but the actual test paper is miserable.
Compared with ordinary students, horse girls have one more common advantage - that is, they will not deny their own setbacks.
It's better to say that she is more anxious than you when you really see the regression.
Just like the man who took the water bottle but didn't drink it at this moment, he just held the water bottle and slowly lowered his head. After a moment of silence, he raised his head:
"...Trainer, I..." Different from the previous pauses in a slow tone, her pause this time was obviously due to the uneasiness in her heart.
Or struggling with wording, or hesitating to say something.
"... hallucinations occurred..."
"It's in the city... on the streets... and jumping between buildings... I feel a little nostalgic... but also a little strange..."
She said, staring at Omer seriously, as if she was looking forward to, or perhaps caring about, the trainer's reaction.
After all, this statement was somewhat bizarre, and she had never really discussed this situation with the trainer.
But this situation is actually something she has been accustomed to in the past, and it is also a secret that is unique to her.
It's just that it has never really affected training and competition, so she won't be mentioned by others.
And now...
She recalled that a few years ago, she and other classmates lay in front of the window sill of the junior high school classroom and watched the school simulation competition in the distance.
The competition among horse girls of the same age in the arena is fierce, and the trainers outside the arena are cheering.
Then a classmate who was not familiar with him casually asked:
'Chaza Chazao, what are your requirements for a trainer? '
'…my trainer…'
She did not answer at that time, because her answer was as inconvenient to reveal as the content itself.
——My trainer…
——It must be someone who knows all my secrets...
But such people are almost impossible to find in Teresen.
Because secrets are usually revealed either by themselves or by being discovered and understood.
The coffee shop will not take the initiative to talk about his secrets with anyone.
At the same time, she is a dull and honest horse lady who rarely shows any flaws.
Through ordinary contact, we can only understand her weird reputation, but cannot touch her real secret.
It would have been like this.
But occasionally, life throws up surprises.
"I see…"
There was neither hesitation nor doubt on the face of the thoughtful trainer.
Not even a doubt.
With only a nod of enlightenment, the secret that Tea House had always carried in his heart was lost even in the process of "revealing" it.
Immediately afterwards, his answer indeed proved that this was not a bluff.
"I should talk to Sunday Serenity later."
"Although this feeling can strengthen the training process of talent source energy, other training is unnecessary."
"...Well, if I want to, how about blocking that connection at certain times?"
That connection.
Soul connection.
The connection that can only be created by souls with extremely good compatibility and extremely high compatibility usually occurs between blood relatives who are related by blood, but there are also many examples outside of this.
After all, the world is so big and there are so many lives, and it is indeed possible to meet souls who are not related but are in tune with each other——
——The instructor of the Spiritual Science Department once told her.
Let me tell this little girl that since she was a child, she has achieved many achievements that have never been achieved by spiritual practitioners in their lifetime.
This is also an excellent foundation.
Reaching a connection with a soul without resorting to a contract of any nature also means that between the two souls, the stronger one will continue to nourish the weaker one until their positions are reversed.
But there is also an inconvenience, and that is that souls who are so in tune will share not only soul power, but also memories and even themselves.
Influence each other and model each other.
But because the soul compatibility is good, which in itself means that the other person is very compatible with you, this kind of group never worries about this.
The trainer seemed to know it, so even if he knew, he didn't take the initiative to mention it.
When it comes to mentioning it now, it doesn't say to disconnect it directly.
Although he is only a few years older than me, the trainer is very knowledgeable.
Erudite to a degree that had quietly surprised her many times.
"That guy is probably busy now. Let's do another speed test later... Ah, let's make some dinner that the guy can accept. This will increase the success rate of the conversation."
He is also very talkative and has good relations with his 'friends'.
"It's a pity that it's not convenient to add more spice to her this time. She is obviously a guy from Anmei District but can't accept Anmei District hot sauce."
It's just that the way they get along is completely opposite.
It's a very aggressive relationship, so she often doesn't know what to do.
But such a trainer is indeed the trainer she expected.
Especially when the other person not only miraculously knows his secrets, but also has a good relationship with his friends.
And the most powerful thing among them had to be...
"By the way, teahouse, you can rest here for a while. I have something to do to find a craftsman."
"…artisan?"
"I made an appointment in advance, and just now I received a message telling me that I'm free. I just want to slightly change the style of some props. I'll excuse you for a few minutes."
The trainer who said this had a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with concentration before he lifted up his glasses and covered them.
It was as sharp as if he had been cut open, and it was so sharp that the tea host's heart would tighten.
She knew that if she said anything to resist, he would come up with corresponding words and methods.
The trainer's knowledge, coupled with his sharp eyes, will make people feel involuntarily afraid.
She has seen trainers who can guess a person's mental activities and even what they have just done by just observing them, and show different attitudes based on this.
When faced with such a gaze, she could not help but fear that she would be treated in this way, like a cold object. The person being appraised told the material, workmanship, year, and how it had been used.
At this time, she could clearly feel the boiling huge outline of the other party.
It was a dark, indifferent, ever-expanding, violently extending outline.
"Then... I wish you good luck..."
"Ah, I appreciate your good words."
With her glasses on, the outline seemed to be covered with a layer of frosted glass, which made her feel a little pity.
"Then I'll excuse you for a moment."
"Go ahead."
The tea host smiled slightly and waved, then saw the other party looking up into the air as if he had new news.
Then she caught it——
——The corner of the other party's mouth also curved slightly.
At that moment, the frosted glass was engulfed in darkness.
Easily...just like pure black, which is a color that will be assimilated no matter what color is mixed together.
Like coffee, it's dark and deep.
It made her look forward to it very much.
