Generally speaking, Jockey Girls have their usual repertoire for the winner's stage.
After all, practicing singing and dancing is a troublesome job, and the classic songs in school are usually "うまぴょい伝説", "Make Debut", "ュメョカケル", "Wining the Soul", "Next Frontier" and the like Hao Jun's golden song.
Adhering to one thing: I just learned singing and dancing, can I not use it? principles, the early stage of the competition was also occupied by these songs that were almost worn out by the audience, but still enjoyed it.
But since the early stage is specially emphasized - then I have to mention a common phenomenon in games: new players dress in a proper manner, while old players go crazy and go beyond the rules.
Also known as: Big guys always have their own unique aesthetic.
As a result, songs not limited to those composed by the URA association were mixed into the winner's stage on a large scale.
Just like a certain free woman who even sang geta on stage to torture her backup dancers, the URA Association was tolerant of this. There was even a business department that went out of its way to do this and reached copyright agreements with multiple music distribution companies. Purchase Agreement.
Of course, if there are conditions - or to put it bluntly, if the performance is good enough, the URA Association will even take the initiative to contact the racing girl and her trainer to discuss the creation of a personal song or even an album.
As everyone knows, the lifeblood of the URA association lies with these iconic Maltese girls.
Packaging and promoting horse racing girls is not only a different kind of publicity for the competition, but will also naturally give back to the organizers.
Although most racehorse girls and trainers lack favorable impressions of the association, it is difficult to deny that the careers of racehorse girls are closely related to the URA Association.
But now, Manchester City Teahouse, which has just won an OP-level event, is obviously not qualified to receive a personal song as a gift.
It is true that Omer did not set the winner's stage song in the tea room before the game. It is unlucky to open champagne before the game. Even if he knew the list of contestants and their current situation, he had to guard against the possibility of poisonous milk.
Secondly, just let the child sing whatever she wants. He believes that Tea House is well-behaved and sensible.
There is no way to compose some very tricky tracks that will attract the most comments.
but……
"Emotion and Memoryのゆらぎ~"/The swing of emotion and memory
"What is the special choice?"/Even if you are chosen to be something special
"神のみぞ知る~"/Only the gods know
"明のエビデンス"/evidence of life
"月明かり夜る——!"/The moonlight disappears into the shadows
"雑台に声く出び"/Screams that echoed in the crowd
"鲁まった死霊尊り払えない!!"/The undead that can't get rid of the entanglement
You'd better want to get rid of it...
Omo sighed inwardly, listening to the child's different voice in the audience. The rare high pitch was really outstanding. It was clear that a month ago, he was a child who would show off his cute voice if he was too anxious, but now he can control that voice. A hoarse high note.
He probably practiced secretly in private... Omo always subconsciously avoided the privacy and personal space of the girls in the office, so he was really surprised at times like this.
No doubt it was a surprise.
After all, this is his favorite song.
When her favorite song was specially sung by that child on stage, she would be a little moved as if it was sung to herself. However, looking at the reluctant condition of the two backup dancers beside her...
Perhaps we should lament that this child's 'rebellious period' has finally arrived.
For the eldest lady of the gorgeous family, it will probably be an impressive experience if she listens to this kind of music.
"この心が生み出したIDOL"/The idol born in the heart
"Ming no stop thunder"/the thunder that keeps roaring
"いつまででも脳内 regeneration"/always repeating in my mind
"もう抜け出せないの? I don't know!"/Can't escape anymore? I have no idea
"この黑に——Answer えはない!!" In this darkness, there is no answer
Such a heavy repertoire seemed to add a touch of depth to the darkness. The audience, who seemed not to care at all, just swung their dark gold call sticks enthusiastically, completely integrating the scene into the atmosphere of an idol stage.
What about the three goddesses?
Sure enough, you don’t care about victory on such a small stage?
Omer was still looking around, but a hand came out from behind. When he wanted to take a photo of him, he turned around and held it, almost twisting it.
"Stop, stop! It's me, it's me, it's me!!"
Bize's voice silenced him, but more importantly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar purple hair on the generally dark stage, with only the stage lighting.
The darkness could not hinder the dark red eyes of the demon, and he was completely sure that the familiarity at that moment was one of the only three goddesses he had ever come into contact with.
Dali Arabia has purple hair and green eyes, and a hot temper like a quiet horse girl on Sunday. Her real temperament is not as friendly and perfect as the brown-haired clone simulated by AI.
But it was exactly this kind of her that left a deep impression on Omer.
The monster-like aura of the dark horse is worthy of being the god transformed by the ancestral horse, and its oppression is far greater than that of Bai Ren carrying the shadow.
Wait...oppression?
Realizing some similarities in attributes, Omo calmly accepted the fact that the other person's figure was once again overwhelmed by the crowd, and did not step forward to confirm, and there was no need to meet him.
Thinking that I should probably accept the reality, I should also consider the possibility that the teahouse itself has abnormal hobbies.
That kid...maybe didn't need Sunday Serenity's protection in the first place.
Just as he was brainstorming in his mind, recalling all the signs of his past contact with the teahouse, and even the amazing times the other party used Sunday's peaceful spirit to communicate with him, someone was also struggling.
"Hey, hey, it's time for you to let go?"
"Didn't Baalmon X teach you not to attack others rashly?"
"He's teaching! Relax a little, relax a little!"
Seeing the subtle appearance of this guy struggling, and not bothering to mention the topic of magic to strengthen his strength, Omo let go of his hand and nodded slightly to the audience who turned back in front.
They didn't necessarily recognize Omer as the trainer in the C position on stage, but they could see the two tall men next to Bize.
Especially when Mann's permanent figure stands together with his female companion Dorio of the same size, it is equivalent to the oppression of three big men.
So they will turn around and continue calling very tolerantly, but their movements will be stiffer.
In contrast, although Tver on the side also noticed this group of people, the spaceman didn't care at all. His hands wrapped in smooth tentacles were still holding the call stick tightly, and he said to the stage that he was integrated into the stage. Call.
How should I put it, it's a bit embarrassing.
But when everyone is like this, you can deeply feel what "unity is strength".
That power can even change your perception and make you have self-doubt about whether there is a problem because you don't join.
But those with strong self-will will not be so shaken. As long as you firmly believe that there are problems in the world, you can be named Uchiha (crossed out) and become Zero!
But if you don’t want to be a masked bean sprout or a fan of mental illness, you can cast a tolerant look at everything like Omo, as if you are a doctor in charge of this hospital, and you are full of tolerance for all patients.
And if someone is not a patient, such as an alien child, the doctor will not hesitate to look down upon him!
After saying hello to David, Mann and others, he then looked at the guy who was staring at the Metronian with great curiosity.
Considering that Bize was also a special cook, Omo was not surprised that he was curious about the leather case after becoming a real person. However, Belstarmon's eyes were so intense that he couldn't help but ask: "Baelmon X is still talking to you now." What?"
"No, he asked me to say hello to him two minutes ago, both to you and to this... uh, Miss Beizi?"
Bize worked very hard, but he only lasted two seconds and failed the challenge at Don't Look.
The magnetic field of view in the Southern Hemisphere is unstoppable.
Then of course he received the same contempt from the latter and his partner: "Am I familiar with you? Even my partner wouldn't call me that."
Not really, I'm just not used to being called xx-chan... Omo said in his heart.
As a non-Ji Dong, he felt that such a title was quite greasy. It was pleasing for girls to call each other, but when it came from a man...
He never built a sauce processing factory.
However, Bize had spent so long in Japan, a different world with the same origin as the Far East culture, so there was no cultural barrier in this regard.
However, calling him Beizi at the beginning was obviously a bit too much. Omer felt that Bize had probably made a common mistake among time-travelers - rashly calling the characters he knew by titles and nicknames.
This usually only occurs among travelers who talk to themselves or lack common sense in communication. It has been three months since Omer has seen Bize so mentally retarded.
However, his reaction was not slow, and even he apologized, while Omo was already chatting with David in a low voice about the racehorse girl.
Of course, David is far less enthusiastic about horse racing girls than his elder brother Mann, but he just feels:
"Omo, are you the trainer of that horse girl? Is it okay to stand so far away? I heard that you have many friends here..."
A normal friend will first care about your situation, and then care about your relationship management. It is very brotherly.
Rather than someone like Bize, if you first look at the man in the leather jacket on the left, and then look at the southern hemisphere on the right, you can only say that he is brother Qin.
"It's because of those friends that I stand so far away. It doesn't matter. The child can see this. After all, he is the child I pushed."
"Push your child," Bi Ze, who had come to the side at some point, said sullenly, "Have you ever thought about how everyone will view the teahouse after this game?"
"Follow the dark wind~" Omer wrote lightly, and it was not difficult to understand what Bize meant.
"The signs of the dark skyscraper are starting to appear now, several games ahead of schedule!" Bize emphasized.
These words reminded Omer that this guy's understanding of horse racing girls was still based on a game and the real horse racing of their time.
That can be regarded as a script in a sense. Although it is of little significance, it can provide some reference for the fate of the soul of the horse race.
"What happens in advance?"
"What will happen? I really can't believe this is the question you're asking. Don't you always draw inferences about me?"
"Occasionally, I will be humble enough to be taught."
"It will make everyone feel that the appearance of the teahouse is all thanks to you, and then you can see that your style is even cooler."
"That's it?" Omer breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that their thoughts were not in the same place.
"Isn't this enough? Don't you value the reputation that excludes you most?"
"It doesn't matter these days."
"Ah? Did something happen?" David, who had been looking at the stage in the distance but also paid attention here, joined the conversation.
"If you ask about the things you encounter...that's a lot. By the way, David, can your mercenary group earn the kind of bounty on the wanted poster?"
"Of course you'll make money! But if the target is too dangerous, you still need to hold a meeting to decide." He said, glancing at the older brother who was already running to wave the call stick in the eyes of his female partner covering his face.
"It won't be too dangerous, but there are a lot of people, and the individual bounty is low. When we get together, it's very objective. How about it? Are you interested?"
"This kind of work..." David scratched his head.
He looked at his serious friend, and then at the two eye-catchers beside him.
He was not a virgin, and with his girlfriend by his side, he didn't need to do the challenge. His eyes almost never stopped, falling on the Metron man.
"Is it related to him?" he asked in a low voice, just making a casual guess.
But he obviously guessed it right, and received Omo's approving look.
"Yes, if you are interested, we can discuss it in detail later."
At this moment, Omo's mentality changed slightly.jpg
(End of chapter)
