Treson's horse girls all have distinct personalities, because their talents and pride are deeply rooted in that personality.
That personality is not only cared for by his family, tolerated by the school, but also guided by excellent trainers, and gradually reveals the outline of his talent.
But not all horse girls are suitable for such staged growth.
For example, there was a good opera lady who had been involved in the theater before graduation, and became a well-known singer at the Star Theater after graduation.
Or, for example, a classmate from Huangjin City who is still in the prime of his career, but is already a well-known cover character in a fashion magazine.
Are there any smart classmates who have millions of fans and are already Twitter's "Selfie Angels" before they even start their careers?
What they have in common is that 'premature awakening'.
By skipping a stage and achieving success overnight, I discovered my talents other than racing, and consciously cultivated them to bloom into a flower that could not lose in the race.
The last junior high school student was not even old enough to officially run on the field.
Rather than "talented" itself, the key to their excellence is whether they can "recognize" its existence in advance and work hard for it.
Very few horse racing girls can do this, because most horse girls focus on running and are worried about whether the excessive development of their hobbies will hinder running itself.
As young people and students, they will have their own hobbies and skills that can be very good in certain fields - such as the DJ skills of Datuo Sun God, the magic research of Dongshang Transformation, and the Holy Sword of Desert Heroes. Affinity.
Even Mancheng Chaza, a top student in séance who went home to visit relatives, only realized that his psychic physique was unique in the discipline of source energy after Sunday Jingjing took the initiative to guide him.
——She was already in her second year of junior high school at that time.
Prior to this, a certain person who changed his life and did not want to have anything to do with his family was still wondering whether he should appear in front of the teahouse on a dark Sunday.
Therefore, being able to discover your talents outside of horse racing early and work hard to develop them to a professional level is a very rare thing for horse racing girls.
After all, they take racing too seriously.
Even if there are a few exceptions, they are mostly affected by the people around them.
When you are born as a horse racing girl, you have a unique instinct on how to run faster. You can feel the dopamine when the strong wind blows. You can watch the racing girl's competition as soon as you turn on the TV, and watch the countless audiences support and support the athletes. cheer--
——And the friends around me, relatives and elders, and even parents will say: Do you want to go to Treson? When trying to enter a competition…
It’s hard not to take the racing seriously.
And the horse racing girl's event is an extremely competitive competition.
You have to spend a lot of time and effort training here, so much that you can only have a hobby, not a job.
You may have given up on yourself, or you may have enough self-confidence, or your job is like that of a model - the time for preparation and study is as light as your interest, and more importantly, maintaining your figure - and this also coincides with the preparation of a horse race girl.
Of course, this is not much. Although all horse girls have a winner's stage, it does not mean that all horse girls are willing to show their faces.
A certain Miss Miyu would feel nervous or even panicked even if her photo appeared in a magazine promoting Ma Niang's new talent.
So - it’s really rare to find such a racing girl who puts her time and energy into things other than racing.
While others were still fluttering with rough wings, they had already replaced them with turbine engine propellers.
But the above-mentioned horse ladies are not in Omo's social circle.
He only has a one-sided understanding, or even a one-sided acquaintance.
But he also had to admit that there was still a discerning horse racing girl in his circle of friends.
And that horse racing girl is called Aili Suzi.
She is his role as a horse racing girl.
It was also the main culprit that caused him to be 15 centimeters shorter.
He is only 168 now!
Family members, who knows?
One bottle after another of the extremely unpleasant reagents. He originally thought that the side effects were just a choice between glowing or turning black. At worst, it would lead to heaven and hell. As a result, his whole body hurt so much that his vision almost went black. After the blackening, he felt energetic. Now, I opened my eyes and stood up to see,
Akane seemed to have gotten taller.
or……
It's because I've become shorter.
"168," standing in front of the scale, with the scale placed on Homa's head, Bourbon read out the value blankly.
Although the tone was still smooth, Omer could hear some differences.
Although the habitual emotionless tone and the shocked dull tone are very close, they are also substantially different.
For this girl, one of the sudden events was when she was still watching Gundam and doing homework in the living room, and was suddenly called up to help with the test - she thought she really wanted to help with some experiment, so she washed her hands specially.
Then…
Then he saw this trainer who was not much taller than him.
"Please confirm, what age does the value of Master correspond to?" She turned around and asked.
"Probably in his early 16s," the vampire adoptive father, who was still floating in the public mode on the light screen and had not gone to play games, was trying to dig out his memory. "It's not that far away. Boys develop later than girls. This kid Also, it was only last year that I started to grow rapidly. I didn’t expect that my awakened bloodline would grow even longer this year, and I just broke through 1.8 meters.”
Then Zai Zi raised his head and said, "Do you have any opinions? Shouldn't you go play games? Won't your NPC teammates scold you for hanging up?"
"You're in a hurry," the electronic adoptive father smiled happily at Zaizi's reaction, "Don't be in a hurry yet."
"There's no rush. If I were, I should put you in the recycling bin."
"That's true, you bastard can really do it."
The adoptive father recognized this new born level, nodded, looked at the adopted son's brow that had been twitching slightly, and said again: "You are still anxious."
"I'm rebellious," Omer answered simply. "My rebellious heart has returned with the youth of my body, and now I just find you annoying."
"You brat," "Souko, how long will my side effects last?"
The 'young man' who had made up his mind to ignore his father still asked his mother-in-law as usual. The only difference was that his voice was crisper and a little hoarse.
The small instrument with a linked lens scanned Omo's culprit. Hearing this, he showed a slightly malicious smile: "Be polite to the sophomore senior, Guinea Pig~!"
"What side effect? You don't think becoming smaller is a side effect, do you?"
"?" Omo, who was gently tugging on his loose T-shirt and sticking his head into the collar to confirm the early training results, suddenly raised his head when he heard this.
"But I heard you say it's a by-product."
"A by-product is a stable product that has undergone secondary processing!" Ms. Arisuko, who is a professional researcher, said this with considerable credibility.
This horse girl is just one job away from her real career.
There is no shortage of certificates, otherwise the school would not let her misappropriate special equipment.
But for Omer, these words only became a reason for him to stare at the other person.
After confirming in that long gaze that the other party was not joking, he turned to look up at Akane who looked very guilty next to him.
Well, I seem very guilty.
"Sorry, little snake..."
He even simulated a crying voice, but the crying voice was an over-exertion of acting skills. Omo was not unconscious when he drank the medicine, and he could definitely hear the words "It seems good".
So he simply looked at Tachyon again without looking back.
"When will it resume?"
"You can just take a nap." Tachyon shrugged.
"Let your spirit be healthy enough to squeeze back the energy that doesn't belong to your soul."
"Go to bed?"
"..."
Buzz~~!
Omo silently waved his hand and pressed the communication button on the screen.
(End of chapter)
