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The message from a certain super agent kept the light screen from extinguishing, but Omo just lowered his eyes and played with the box in his hand.
By the way, to appease the friend whose voice was so loud that it made the maid robot turn around again: "Be careful of neighbors complaining about disturbing the residents."
Redefining comfort.
But Bitzer did quiet down.
He even ran to the door, greeted the robot again to continue resting, and then timidly returned to Omer.
"...This is your championship trophy..."
"I can tell."
Turn it over slightly to reveal the row of characters directly in front.
The 33rd "Top 10 Dark Villains of the Year" championship trophy - it should have been very dazzling, but it seems to have become less and less important recently.
"So I can take it apart?"
Omo asked calmly, but Bize was still nervous.
"Uh, sure, feel free."
If this guy was a horse girl, his tail would probably be swaying nervously from side to side, right?
Omer glanced at him, and then sighed at his too-trainer thinking.
"Don't stand in front of me and look like you smashed something on me. It doesn't look like you at all. Look like an alien."
"Ah? What does it look like?"
"She looks like a candy star," Omo, who had unwrapped the package, looked at the moonstone locked in obsidian, and continued to say calmly, "Do you still remember when we first met?"
"Well...it was a bit hard to look back on, at that time."
"The operation is really troublesome. Just show your enthusiasm at that time and tell me about the new universe. The new universe..." Omer chewed on the name and raised his head again, "What's the original name? Official? Register an international name.”
"Well, let me think about it," Bize said, thinking for a moment, "it's Neo Universe."
This caused Omo to complain: "Don't you think of Dongyan people? How do you pronounce the strange smell of the Far East?"
"Uh..." Having already been questioned about his nationality, Bize wanted to scold him loudly, but he couldn't deny his pronunciation. He could only defend himself hesitantly, "I played cards."
It was a very convincing argument, and Omo immediately nodded in acceptance.
"Neo Universe...Universe."
He smiled, remembered a song, and then asked him again: "Does it beat Desert Hero?"
"I have the impression that I won a game. Just wait, I'll search for it." After all, it was not as convenient as Omo's to directly retrieve the memory files. Bi Ze said and went straight to the computer.
The retrieval of horse racing results in another world sounds a bit whimsical, but as long as you consider the information sharing in the circle of time travellers, there is no problem with this.
Carrying the trophy, he stood up and walked to the bed next to Bize's computer and sat down. Omo watched his search jump.
"Yes! 2003! Japanese Derby!" Bize turned his head and saw Omer looking at the screen. He turned back and swiped at the horse racing information, "Old rival Sakura-chan, four versus three. The desert hero who won the victory, this seems to have set some kind of record... Oh! That is the first time that a foreign rider has won the Japanese Derby... a foreign rider...?"
He suddenly turned around and looked at the young Bird who was still looking at the screen. There was a pair of eyes focused on the information on his face that was not very oriental.
Thinking too much...
He looked back.
The trainer is the reflection of the rider from another world... Although this theory has been said before, it is mostly in games. In the reality of this world, although some people have proposed such a theory, and there are even some practical examples. But it is not widely recognized.
More trainers are living counterexamples.
Just like his trainer brother, he has three horse ladies, and the corresponding three horse racing riders are also incompatible.
He can't say that Omer is some kind of trinity fusion monster...
With this in mind, he slightly dragged the vertical progress bar on the page so that the 'Trinity Fusion Monster' could temporarily browse the remaining content.
Bize is just a mobile game player.
Although I once liked the feeling of being in jail in Horse Racing Girl, most of my understanding of real-life horse racing comes from mobile game prototypes.
The rest depends on the cloud.
Just like some players who like mobile games with the theme of ship girls and gun girls, they will know more or less about battleships and firearms. If they meet someone who is interested, they may check it out in detail, and then come up with some cold knowledge to talk about.
Bi Ze did a lot of detailed research, and Yun made up for the rest!
And the reason why he remembered the name New Universe was because someone mentioned on the forum some time ago that the mobile game has been implemented.
It is said that the desert hero also appeared in the cultivation plot, giving Bize the impression of connecting the relationship between the two.
And now...
"Are you sure it's her? I heard that she's going to be released in the Jockey Girl mobile game back home."
When the progress bar is stretched to the end, there is not much to say about a game. It is better to go to the horse racing wiki maintained and updated by some time travellers.
Bize turned back and looked at Omer who had lowered his head to look at the trophy again.
Seeing his action, I couldn't help but feel guilty, and shrank my head again.
But the 'death sentence' he was waiting for did not appear on Omer's face.
Under that calm expression that seemed to be able to hide all his thoughts, even his eyes did not appear as sharp as they always were.
It seems a bit weird, brother, this state... Even a young alien can detect the subtlety of Omo's state at this moment, and then looked at the trophy he was slowly lifting from the base.
Does this trophy have such a big impact on him? he thought subconsciously.
"70% chance, the remaining 20% is up to you to provide me with her information in the Jockey Girl game,"
"What?"
Omer suddenly answered at this moment, but Bize could not react.
"There is a 70% chance that the racehorse girl I am looking for is her. If you can give the New Universe as a reference for racehorse girls, maybe you can fill in the remaining 20%." The devil replied without raising his head. .
Looking at the maker's signature at the bottom of the base, Omo also wondered whether he had guessed wrong.
Specter/ghost, ghost
Such a signature is somewhat rambling, and does not look like someone you would know.
But this trophy design has captured some of the essence.
The dark viper wraps around the crystal moon, seemingly tightly controlling the moonlight in the center, but also seems to have locked the light of the quarter moon, preventing it from scattering.
The moon does not emit light, it only reflects the surrounding light, just like the moonlight on the moonstone, which is also the result of distorting external light.
It is always someone else's light. If it is not locked, it will pass away.
The so-called bright gems have always been containers of light.
Keeping the brilliance and processing the brilliance is equivalent to pouring value into it.
That value is shaped by desire.
The viper, carved from obsidian, is so black that it turns purple, with hints of mottled colors, which is exactly the embodiment of desire.
The desire to break through the extended entanglement of the container and lock the light reflected in it is the ultimate form of self-control.
It makes people feel depressed just looking at it, but it doesn't make them hostile.
Because it represents an extreme but not dangerous self.
Homais couldn't help but wonder who made this sculpture and who carved it.
Rather than the craftsmanship itself, he has a more amazing feeling of being completely dissected.
Always observing and analyzing others, one day the positions were finally reversed.
But perhaps this is also an unavoidable part of being a public figure.
Being noticed, understood, and even having their image and self analyzed... In the end, it is usually peers who do the work. For example, a famous horse girl will have her running style analyzed by other horse girls and trainers.
It is against each other that we can probe and understand so deeply.
In addition, there are also some fanatical fans who analyze and summarize everything about you from a purely observational perspective.
Putting aside these two possibilities, there is also a third possibility.
--acquaintance.
An acquaintance who simply knows you and knows you well.
It's just that the signatures like ghost and ghost are too vague and ambiguous. The first thing he thought of was the teahouse, and this time it was Sunday Serenity, and then some unclear alumni or netizens.
Among those who have expressed an interest in necromancy and necromancy, either explicitly or covertly, who has this skill?
He had no clue at the moment and felt that the investigation and verification would be more troublesome than the task at hand.
Yes, even now, he still finds it troublesome to check and verify the desert hero's commission.
The reason is just like what Bize asked after he finished speaking:
"Twenty percent? Who else do you leave 10% for?"
"There are many similarities among horse racing, aren't there? Just in terms of names." Omer raised his head and said calmly, stepping out of his immersion.
Although the names of horse racing horses have never lacked imagination, but every year thousands of horse racing horses enter the premise of selection... The full name is not important, but it is normal to have overlapping elements.
For example, the horse with the universe in its name may also be related to some astronomical speaking habits.
Omer was still guarding against the lowest possibility, and patted Bize on the shoulder: "Let's make a list for me as mentioned at the beginning, and then also copy and send me a copy of the information on the new universe. "
"?You want to tire me to death?"
"I heard you're quite free."
"I've already made interviews for three jobs! What do you mean, summer job? Summer job!"
The senior high school student was very eloquent, and he did have a lot of freedom to choose his job at the age of adulthood. This guy was already studying in college in his hometown world, so it was really difficult for him to study in high school here.
But when Omer raised his hand and pointed to the packaging box thrown on the ground, he asked: "Then let's talk about voting?"
The other party shouted: "Okay, okay, I'm in my row!"
This reaction made Omer smile.
Reminds me of some memories from when I was still in school.
"I won't bother you anymore, I'll take the trophy with me too, no problem."
"Of course it's no problem, right!"
Bize suddenly remembered something and shouted. He turned around and saw Omo who was also looking back. When he met his eyes, his voice became lower, but he still had the courage to ask:
"Did you turn on DND and not check your email? The organizer wants to contact you to discuss peripheral production..."
"Can I refuse?"
"They will also give you a bonus. The voting scale is quite large."
"What are they called?"
(End of chapter)
