As of late, Omer feels he should take a break from his activities.
In other words, stay at home for a while.
The reason for this thought is not the recent trend of public opinion, but the awareness of the extremes of one's own social circle.
The ideal form of the relationship network of a mercenary firm should be a friendly network at the corporate and power level, rather than a purely personal relationship.
Of course, the latter can also expand the firm's network of contacts, but it imposes a burden on the parties...
Omo lay down in front of the balcony and yawned.
The cool breeze that hit him couldn't shake the devil's physique, nor could it bring him the stimulation to wake up.
It was another rainy night, and there was a continuous line of rain curtain under the eaves of the balcony, making the night view of the city in this corner blurry like neon, adding a bit of dreaminess.
August 12, 612 Star Calendar, Cosmos Award, winner: Manhattan Cafe.
A small OP-level event is not worth publicizing, but August is also the off-season for horse racing.
There are only a few competition venues around the world throughout the month, and even the Cosmos Award can still appear in the URA Association's Youjun magazine - of course, the paper magazine has not yet been released, but the electronic magazine will be one step ahead.
The ominous figure filled with black energy occupies a huge page, and the title "Dark Cloud" hangs directly below. The arrogant word art and the real name of Manhattan Cafe look like some kind of promotion for a new card pool.
Although it will be replaced by a new competition page tomorrow and placed in the promotional space on the folding board, it still represents the official start of the career of the dark horse girl.
The title can still be changed. This is considered a tradition. Just like many horse girls were called monsters when they debuted, but the only one who was actually given the official title of monster was Narita Shiruhito.
A more decent title like 'Dark Skyscraper' was mentioned after the game, and some reporters asked him what he thought of it.
As for why I didn’t ask the coffee shop...
At that time, reporters were lined up at the entrance of the arena, and the one who greeted them was certainly not an inarticulate black-haired horse girl.
Having had the experience of being interviewed once, and being an eloquent trainer himself, it was natural for Ma Niang to share her worries.
Until then, of course.
Omo also inevitably meets up with his friends in the industry.
The beauty of Snow, Tamamo Cross, Rice Bath, True Clever, Desert Hero and other horse girls' greetings to him are naturally far less important than the congratulations and praises given to the protagonist of the game, Manchester City Teahouse.
The sight of a group of little girls huddled together could make Tatsuko's roommate Aili Diji die in awe.
The bond of high-density friendship between the girls is unfolding, making Omer subconsciously stay away.
And after that, congratulations and encouragements from famous retired horse girls like Rudolf Representative, Chiaki Representative, and Maruzensky...
It’s hard to tell whether it’s exciting or stressful.
But after that, it seemed like soldiers were fighting against each other, and the generals and adults were about to torture the adults.
These senior horse ladies did not stand by the tea seat for long, but they quickly turned around to express congratulations and expectations to Omo... Is it a bit too dangerous?
There are already reporters not far away who are looking at us!
Instead of watching the intense friendship scene between the protagonists of the event, he cast a dangerous look at this side again! !
And Bai Ren, can you talk about the training cafe again? I know Tea House is a good idea, but you don’t need to read it all the way, right? If this continues, Dark Sunday will appear!
Not to mention the confrontation between Dark Sunday and the monster who is not afraid of shadows, the communication that Miss Shocking did not arrive at the scene due to internship work is true and gives Omer peace of mind.
Although this guy expressed the same regrets as the other person, he felt relieved in his heart.
As for the dinner treat that he said he wanted to apologize for, he naturally shied away from it and quickly said that there was no need to do so.
Dining with idols is certainly fascinating, but as a rational fan, you have to be careful about fanatical fans.
Not to mention anything else, this Metron man had already clamored to challenge him for a duel.
Considering the opponent's fighting ability, Omer first thought that he was getting high.
After that, there was another urgent visit from the trainers.
When the horse girls compete, the corresponding trainers, and even the trainers who simply come to gather information and keep an eye on the enemy's movements for their own horse girls, will naturally be present, and Omer can understand it completely.
But when they came closer one by one, and when he had just finished dealing with reporters and thought about finally being able to get off work again, Omo couldn't understand it.
I was thinking about whether I should put on a Sima face. Since there are so many Jidong people, they must be good at reading air, right?
Do you know what "don't cause trouble to others" means?
What is challenging me? How could someone treat a newbie who has just entered the pit as a rival?
Why do you smile and congratulate, but also hint intentionally or unintentionally that you should focus on cultivating a horse girl or something... Is it too much? Are you trying to poach someone? Or is he a righteous person who claims to correct the attitude of newcomers in the trainer circle who are ambitious?
Also calling him by his first name, Zhiqiu said that he and the cafeteria would wait and see... Isn't this necessary? With so many people watching, an OP-level match with a few hundred fans, doing this will only make everyone think you are petty.
Finally, he shouted, "Your Highness Linton, I am your fan!" 's... Omo got goosebumps. When asked what kind of fan she was, she said that she was a fan who voted for the villain, and would also fight against Ma Niang's version of anti-fans for him... Hiss - there are still some in the trainer ranks. Is there such a strange species?
In short, that's it. He was bombarded by horse girls, reporters, fellow trainers, and strange fans in one day. In the end, there was a video call between the chairman and Ms. Junchuan to congratulate and encourage him. The latter seemed to see it. He was tired, and a series of words wishing him a good rest were very heartwarming.
Regardless of whether it was polite or sincere, in short, Omer was healed and his favorability towards the green secretary increased by 30 points.
But after that, he was bombarded with calls, text messages, and chat rooms from old classmates, teachers, deans, and even Morrison’s friends, forcing him to temporarily turn off his phone and borrow Qian’s phone to search for his work number. Price range with private account protection package.
Very strange, very strange.
Obviously other trainers would not do this when they debuted with Ma Niang as rookies. Yutaka Nishizaki even said violently on the phone, 'It's impossible, absolutely impossible! How could someone be a hundred times as popular as I was when they first debuted! '.
These words reveal how insignificant he was back then. Not to mention, as a 'training prince' who was directly promoted by the URA Association, published books and biographies, and was at the center of the idolized stage like Ma Niang, Yutaka Nishizaki is in There is always no need to doubt opinions in this field.
It can only be said that this is an anomaly, and the abnormal point is not Ma Niang herself, but...
All in all, Omer felt that this was not possible.
A person's energy is limited, and the social circle a person can maintain is also limited.
Omer, who had never been able to talk about being active in the past, was almost burned out after what happened today.
As soon as he returned to the office, he lay down on the sofa.
Rather than preparing dinner, it seemed like I had to turn into snow-white ashes first.
Then Suzi would have no mercy and would take advantage of the situation and stuff a tube of medicine into him.
Remarkably, she succeeded.
So now when Omo stands in front of the balcony and yawns, his upper body is glowing and his lower body is emitting black gas.
...The side effects of her medicine are probably the main effects, Omer sometimes thinks so.
The purpose of a medicine being developed is always uncertain, but the side effects are so precise that it either glows or turns black, and occasionally both at the same time.
I don’t know when it will turn into a delicate gray.
But more than the potion, her game needs to make Omo care more.
Omer felt a sense of karma at the thought that both her and Bourbon's matches were on the same day, tomorrow.
After all, he made the schedule.
Be considerate of the girls' mood and make everyone's debut time as consistent as possible and as early as possible. At the same time, it should be gradual... Now, if he had the chance to go back half a month ago, he could probably give himself a slap in the face to make him think again. .
"...Trainer, do you want coffee?"
The person who asked this question silently from the side of the coffee shop was also proof that Omer was in poor condition.
On a normal day, the trainer, who is a demon, would not fail to notice the girl's footsteps. After all, the balcony door is open.
But what shows his condition more is probably his listless eyes.
"Coffee, the caffeine in the coffee cherries..." Turning to look at the black slurry in the tray held by the tea seat, Omo's words were somewhat fragmented.
"Coffee fruit is the 'cause', caffeine is the 'fruit', cause results, cause causes cause...Namu San, actual karma."
"?" The waiter tilted his head in confusion, and the ears on the top of his head also twitched. "The trainer...is studying Buddhism?"
"I'm studying coffee science... No, forget what you just said."
Facing the pair of golden eyes and seeing the other person nodding in such a simple manner, Omo helplessly held his forehead, feeling that his behavior was detrimental to the image of an adult.
"Oh..." The waiter nodded again, then slightly raised the tray on his chest, "Then...coffee? Trainer, do you want to go to bed early?"
"I guess not. I need to make a training plan for you tonight, ah, give it to me."
Omer took the coffee and took a sip of the familiar aroma, finally feeling more energetic.
Although some of them saw luminous bodies reflected in the black slurry.
"The training plan..."
"After all-" "Trainer..."
"..." The two people who spoke at the same time were silent for a while, and then Omer raised his hand, "You speak first."
"Hmm..." The teahouse didn't want to let the scene turn into a back-and-forth refusal. He responded, put down the tray, and then raised his head to look at Omo again with his dark golden eyes.
"...Trainer, you have changed back."
"You can't keep looking at people like that," Omer knew what she was talking about, so he smiled helplessly, "Generally speaking, that's not flattering."
A top student in séance, with a perfect psychic physique, Chaza has been able to see ghosts since she was a child, and has been attracted to ghosts. At the same time, Omo is not surprised that she can see the patterns of her own soul.
She could probably see the bound darkness from the beginning, and she could also see the demonic outline of Omer's soul.
As a demon with an unawakened bloodline, he lives like a human in society, acting and pretending to be like an ordinary person for 19 years and two months, and he is this young man who looks like a human.
It can be said that it is his leather sheath.
And that ferocious appearance is a reflection of his soul. His unfettered and unsuppressed eyes are sharp, and his cold and inhuman posture is his true appearance.
So when Tea House wanted him to show his darkness and not hide it, he responded directly by transforming into a demon.
Moreover, the behavior in the base of the Invading Alliance was very different from usual.
That was also part of the little agreement.
As long as Omo doesn't hide it, Tea House can clearly see the shadow he wants to chase - and then bring him victory.
"But you kid..." Omer gently rubbed her head, and then combed back her crescent-like strand of hair, "Have you always hidden this hobby in front of Sunday Serenity?"
"Is it weird?" The tea shop looked up at him.
Those eyes were innocent, but they were always chasing the darkness.
Even his usual dull performance has become an excellent disguise.
A well-behaved and sensible child, he always has a different hobby secretly.
Considering that she has been chasing the quiet pace of Sunday, it is not difficult to think of whose influence it is.
But Omo was not in a position to say.
He took a helpless sip of coffee and moved his eyes to look at the rain curtain again.
"It can only be said that they are relatively niche, but you still have to choose carefully. Not all shadows are worth chasing."
"Hmm..." The waiter responded with his head lowered and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"I just like the quality of the coffee...like 'friends' and trainers..."
"Ah...is this really a type that can be lumped together?"
"...It's just the difference between mocha and black coffee, trainer...you want to guess who is who..."
"No."
"It's been a month since Sunday Tranquility kicked me off the screen. I'm afraid she's secretly learned the Yan style of kicking me."
(End of chapter)
