When Homais returned from the corridor to the auditorium, the first thing he faced was the first complaint.
"You're so slow to come back, Mr. Guinea Pig, aren't you whispering to the cafeteria again?"
The brown-haired horse girl looked at the trainer with suspicion, but the latter just smiled helplessly.
"This is my first time walking through the contestant tunnel, so I got a little lost. I'm sorry."
As he approached, the horse girl with long chestnut hair also stood up in time and handed the water bottle in her hand to the trainer.
"Master, your water."
"Ah, thank you."
The trainer thanked him and took it, and then he saw the cybernetic horse lady looking to the side, her movements a little nervous: "And..."
"..." Omo, who followed her gaze, just patted her shoulder and whispered, "Let's change positions."
"receive."
The two phases changed places, and Omer sat down in front of Bourbon's seat. He heard someone on the side suddenly say: "Generally speaking, if you come to cheer for the players, you will choose the stands at the front, right?"
"That's true, but that kid doesn't need cheering." Omo smiled and looked at the face he hadn't seen for a long time.
I don’t complain about the other party’s old-school clothes, which may have a bit of external image-building effect.
“So I prefer the view here to the site in front of the fence.”
"Looking at the whole scene has more teaching significance."
"Teaching?" Rudolph looked at Omer's side symbolically.
Whether it was Airi Taiko who stared at Omo with an unkind expression when she heard "No need to cheer up", or Miura Bourbon who was curiously asked about by Akane Shinjo next to Airi Taiko, it seemed that Not mature enough yet.
Immature - the emperor can certainly judge this, because she not only rules the court, but also rules outside the court.
Before retiring, she held the incredible power of the Central Student Union. Her manner and every move created a convincing and mature authority.
It's just that the emperor never has a trainer around him, only his ministers.
However, as the student council president, I always have to deal with trainers a lot, and I have seen all kinds of trainers.
But even so...
"You are really special, Trainer Omer."
"Everyone is special, Miss Rudolph, and observing different people always makes life more interesting."
"Sounds like personal experience."
"I don't dare to deceive you."
"Just kidding, Trainer Omo doesn't have to be like this. Emperor is just a title after all."
"Now that everyone is watching, your coming to watch the game can cause an uproar, let alone sitting here..." Omer felt helpless.
There is no need to look around, the crowd's eyes are glaring, and there is no need to be alert. Among them, the saddest thing is that there are a few glances from the side.
"I even wanted to be more reserved, otherwise I would have to question later whether I could get out of your circle of fans alive."
Rudolph smiled when he heard this: "But if you are really so reserved, it doesn't fit the image of you in their eyes."
“Nowadays, it’s 50-50 between shameless and fearful,” Omo sighed. “The image created online is always messy, not even unified.”
Especially in the past two months, he has experienced it deeply.
The self discussed in the Rhodes Island Forum, the self mentioned in the Clock Tower Network, the self denounced in Umastagram...it really means that there are many versions of the same thing, each of which is different.
Although there are thousands of people with different faces, if you sum up the reviews from different sectors, you will probably think that Omer is a Rubik's Cube.
"So, do you want to unify? Trainer Omer."
Omo was slightly startled when he heard this, and then smiled bitterly and said: "No, there is no need to bother the symbol family to work hard on such a small matter."
"Really? I thought you really needed help. After all, this incident is really big."
"?"
It seems to be the key point... Sitting next to Omo, Arisuko, whose flexible ears have always been slightly twirled, turned to look at the two companions.
The pink-haired JK and the chestnut-haired horse girl were still talking to each other while looking at the field. They seemed to be indulging in another topic, but the former was okay, as the latter's pair of horse ears seemed to be facing the same direction as his.
"I see. I'm deeply sorry for bothering the president to come over here."
"It's mainly because of Kaza-san's competition. Tomorrow there will be Tako-san and Bourbon-san, right?" Rudolf said, turning to look at the arena below.
The commentator announced the opening, and the cheers from the mostly seated audience resounded from all directions. The dense sound seemed to be able to break away the moisture left by last night's heavy rain.
"A lot of popularity, Manchester City Tea House! This horse racing girl comes from Central Teresin. She has participated in the New Horse Racing and Yayoi Awards as an independent horse racing girl. She is in very bad condition and her results are poor. Since then, she has announced Regulate the state of the body.”
"After being signed by that 'problem trainer' this year, this became her first fight after her comeback, and it was also her debut fight!"
"It is reported that many famous horse girls came to the Sapporo Racecourse this time because of her, which also rekindled many viewers' confidence in her."
Such an introduction reaches all quarters through loudspeaker and sound transmission devices located everywhere, including in the auditorium.
"What is a 'problem trainer'? Maybe I should call the association -" "No! Miss Rudolph, then the center of the conversation will not be the cafe but me!"
Also in the player stands.
"Whether she can change that past impression, let's see—"
The commentator paused for a moment, and the scene of the horse girl walking out of the corridor was faithfully captured by the drone, and it was enlarged to the point where the audience in the middle and behind could see it.
As a result, the entire racecourse seemed to be immersed in ice and cooled down for a few seconds.
Just like the audience near the entrance of the corridor.
Those spectators standing in front of the fence were the first group to remain silent.
In shock, even astonishment, I witnessed the moment when the horse girl walked out of the corridor.
The dark horse girl seemed to blend into the dim corridor, leaving only a pair of dark golden lights that lacked warmth.
She was silent and indifferent, without the waving to the audience that horse girls usually do, and as she walked, she could vaguely see the almost illusory silhouettes surrounding her.
His eyes slightly moved in the direction of the explanation, and he seemed to be back to the cold and wet weather in the heavy rain last night.
Then he looked around the auditorium, then withdrew his eyes and walked towards the gate.
"She seems a little too nervous." Homao whispered.
"…Indeed."
Although he was not familiar with Teaza-classmate, in the clear and large picture provided by the drone, the emperor could still catch a glimpse of the slightly stiff pace of the other party.
"But you are indeed a little dissatisfied with the commentary, right?"
"So!" Glancing at Rudolph, Tako whispered dissatisfiedly, "Trainer, didn't you even encourage her?"
"I think this is not just encouragement. You might as well recall the stage that Miss Sun God provided you two days ago."
Think about the stage at that time...
The simulated stage was not the only one, and the teahouse itself was not missed.
Under the gaze of nearly 130,000 people, the tea seat, who was almost in the same boat, slightly broke away from the support of his friends and looked at the other contestants who were entering the venue one after another.
The method of calmness that simulates the stage is the first thing that works is escape.
Set your sights on others who are on the same stage - this doesn't last long on the stage, but it's enough on the field.
What you need to pay attention to is not the audience, but the opponents. The OP-level event is not G1, and there is no catwalk where the showcases are displayed one by one.
——The trainer's words were still in his ears, and his dark golden eyes that showed no emotion immediately scanned all the contestants.
Then each contestant becomes stiff.
"...Trainer Ormer."
"Don't tell me, I know."
Omo, who had already covered his face with one hand, didn't want to hear any comments, especially since his light screen also made a beep.
He opened his fingers slightly and looked at the sudden contact displayed on the terminal, and saw that Narita Shiraito's head was shaking.
【She has great potential! Next time I will teach her alone! 】
"..."
(End of chapter)
