Aso Championship, Dahlia Appreciation, both OP-level events in the first half of August, have a fan threshold of 500.
The former is the Kokura Racecourse on the edge of the Tohoku District, and the latter is the Niigata Racecourse located within the Kaimon District.
They are far apart, hundreds of kilometers apart.
Considering that both rounds of games are scheduled in the afternoon, even if there is a sequence of nearly half an hour, it is usually difficult to pay attention to both games at the same time.
Unless you take the shortcut of the data channel, or master the clone, just like the Gaci people who gave Severn a lot of strength back then.
Omo can't imitate the Gaci, but he can perfectly cosplay the Mephilas.
His high-precision teleportation ability is enough for him to cope with these two games, and he can even lead people.
Of course, if he had to choose, Omo would only hope to bring a few people with him, such as a few people from the office, those friends, and Bize, who he had agreed to early on, and the person he used as a horse racer. The Metronian who promised to bribe her was related to her mother.
Almost done, right?
The total adds up to five, and this is the first time that Omer feels that it is a good thing that children do not have many friends...
But there are times when people have to do something voluntarily.
Especially under the eyes of the pair full of expectations, or pretending to be pitiful and full of dissatisfaction - Omo held up a sign that was somewhere between picking up people at the airport and looking like a student on a spring outing, and acted like a tour guide. When Pai led a group of people in front, his heart became numb.
This has not been transferred yet, it is just the result of a network communication.
[Master said he is willing to take us to teleport directly] → [Trainer Linton is willing to take us to teleport there! 】→【Eh eh eh? Trainer Omo didn’t even tell me! I have to go find him and ask]→[Omer didn’t tell me either, so I’ll go ask him what’s going on! 】……
Obviously, the problem lies with yourself.
Children don’t have many friends, but they seem to have too many friends.
Omo, who had realized this as early as yesterday, was not too entangled.
He even thought about the only gratifying thing in his misery - that among the ranks of these people, there were missing a few overly eye-catching horse racing superstars.
Miss Rudolf has been surrounded by government affairs again, and she even dragged the Sirius symbol to jail with her. Maruzhansky waited for a racing event, and even left a message with Qianming representative: 'I will come over when the competition is over——'.
As a result, today there is only Chiaki’s representative, Narita Shirahito, an adult group.
There is no need to mention that Sunday Tranquility is evading fares in a spiritual way.
However, the underage horse girl group has the same lineup, except for the absence of Teacher Da Tuo who is accompanying Miss Ruby to run away together.
There is nothing wrong with watching the game from a distance - Omer responded to the other party's message like this. He really didn't care, but to really make the other party feel at ease, it had to be the attitude of the other two parties involved.
Bourbon and Tachyon, they are the protagonists today.
And now, Bourbon, who had already put down his cell phone, was walking in the player tunnel.
She will be the first to step onto the stage, but unlike Kaza and Tako, she is extremely familiar with it——
"Go this way next. On your side is the entrance to Stage 2."
"...Yes, Master."
The cyber horse girl's tone was slightly awkward, and she hesitated to speak.
She walked in the athlete tunnel with the trainer.
The corridor was still dark, and without the interference of the spirit body, it seemed like the light was really in the way.
The Kokura Racecourse is a small, remote racecourse. Although it has the right to host events in the off-season, the construction specifications of the racecourse itself are mediocre.
It doesn’t match Miura Bourbon’s past value at all.
But there was no dissatisfaction on the cyber horse girl's face, and there was only slight embarrassment in her blue eyes.
"The structure here is more complicated than in Sapporo. Fortunately, I came to see the structure diagram in advance," the trainer walking in front said, turning his head slightly to look at her, "What did you want to say before?"
"Looking back at the log, I want to perform a solo operation."
"I think proper companionship is necessary, especially if you're not familiar with the space."
"Understood, but I just judged it to be a temporary mistake."
"Understood," Omer responded with the same answer, "Based on your judgment, what do you think of the conditions of this player channel?"
"Judged to be crude."
"Like this game?"
"Can't confirm, I have only participated in two OP-level events."
"Didn't I show you all the player information?"
"What is mentioned in the Master's speech record is just for reference."
"It's true..." Seeing the sign with the house number of Bourbon, Omer stood in front of the door and made an invitation gesture to her.
Bourbon opened the door of his dressing room. According to Omer's habitual observation, the specifications of this dressing room are better than those of the Sapporo Racecourse.
It's just that the last user here was probably a little taller than Bourbon. Details such as the height of the lamp, the distance between the seat and the table, and even the remaining disposable cosmetics, all told Omer about the previous user. The girl attaches too much importance to image.
The results of the last race at the Ogura Racecourse... Omo recalled it briefly and sighed silently.
Excessive confidence is a waste of makeup.
"I originally wanted to say that since I have experience in OP-level events and have watched teahouse games, I should be careful about non-event-standard veterans in OP events, but in fact..."
Putting his clothes and shoes on the opponent's table, Omer faced the opponent's gaze and showed a helpless expression: "There are no well-known veterans of the OP competition in this game, and you don't look like you are underestimating the opponent, so this preaching doesn't seem to matter. necessary."
"According to analysis, Master will not say useless words."
"That's a bit blind. I only maintain that efficiency in training. Of course, it's the same before the game."
"Has Master also asked the teahouse team members this way?"
"That's still different. Although she has two game records, she is indeed a newcomer, but you are not. You even have a winning server."
Standing behind Bourbon and looking at the clothes bag on the table, Omo looked at her back again. Her long maroon hair was swaying under the light. It was the girl who was arranging her earrings and hairstyle.
"But this game is not G1, and it is far from the time when the final server will be used. I can't help but worry that you will be bored or even despise this kind of low-level game."
"No, as long as it is Master's decision, I will fully implement it."
"You can't be so rigid. You have to make a judgment at least." Omer was a little helpless.
"Confirmed to be an answer based on analysis and judgment, Master," the girl who had just put on blue hoop earrings swayed her ears slightly and looked back, "Master has changed my life."
"If you're talking about the physique of an electrical appliance killer, you don't need to take it so seriously."
"No, Master not only allowed me to access electrical appliances, but also introduced me to Tamamo, took me to visit Miyu and her trainers, and also found senior guidance such as Qianaki-senpai, Narita-senpai, and Maruzen-senpai. And it doesn’t matter how I say it.”
"You speak no differently from ordinary people now."
"I believe in Master's decision-making, Miura Bourbon, and will definitely abide by the instructions!"
"You don't listen to me at all..."
Omer looked at the cyborg horse girl with a serious face speechlessly, and asked a question that he had thought about asking when he was in the passage:
"Did the last trainer not take you through the tunnel?"
"...Master's 'observation', can you even do this?"
"It's just a simple deduction." Omo raised his hand and pointed the light tube above so that she could better see herself in the mirror.
"After checking the trainer's information, combined with your occasional mention of the past."
"In my personal opinion, many of his actions were dereliction of duty."
He said neither salty nor lightly.
"So you don't have to compare me with him in your mind and then have an unreasonably high opinion of me."
"Received, but Master still maintains the highest rating in my memory bank."
"Thank you for your evaluation. This also proves that my efforts are in the right direction," Omer nodded slightly, "but the final proof depends on your results."
"I judge that the state adjustment is perfect and the best results should be obtained." Bourbon raised his hand on his chest and assured Homais.
Then he added: "So, Master, there is no need to worry, just act with confidence."
These words made Omer startled for a moment, and he twitched his lips: "...These words really seem familiar. Do I have a chance to hear them again at Suzi's place?"
"The analysis probability is: extremely low."
"Even you feel the same way."
"Application for "question", did the teahouse team members say this before? "
"No need to beat around the bush, you, Kaza and Suzi were quite engaged in chatting in the living room at eight o'clock last night, weren't you?"
"...I'm sorry, it was my own judgment to conceal it."
Vaguely, Omo seemed to be able to see the blush on Cyborg's face.
"I don't intend to blame anyone. There is no need to rush to place the blame on yourself. If you want to say something, you might as well say it bluntly."
"If you want to say...I will do better than the teahouse team members, Master," the chestnut-haired Ma Niang said seriously, her words no longer have the slightest mechanical sense as usual, "So you don't need to worry about me."
"Although I'm glad you said that, there's really no need to compare with her."
