In the preparation stage for the school trials, the audience is often impatient along with the contestants.
After all, there are usually only two types of audiences here:
We come to see the horse girls who are seniors/juniors/students in the same grade and try to find trainers for outstanding horse girls.
It is true that the central trainers have always been in a state of 'supply exceeds demand' due to the high selection threshold. Almost all trainers are based on the working conditions of many horse girls contracted by them. On this basis, every trainer All considerations for signing a new horse girl need to be carefully weighed.
But there are still newcomers.
It's not that Omo's situation is special, but it's like the horse racing girls from some local areas who transferred to the central government - they are also new trainers who passed the central certificate from the local horse girl school and came to the central government.
The racing girl named Oguri Hat and her trainer named Kitahara Takaki were transferred from the same place, and they even took responsibility for each other before they were transferred. It can be said to be a typical case of textbook level.
Also because the new trainers transferred from these places were not truly new in the trainer profession, Omo couldn't help but feel awkward when being greeted by them.
It’s hard to imagine that you can be called a senior after joining the company two or three months in advance.
It was even harder to accept that these colleagues, who all looked older than him, or even much older, and whose resumes included training records of many horse racing girls, nodded and bowed to him.
When he looked back from troubles such as monsters and negative energy, and had to face the pedantic regional culture, the man in armor couldn't help but feel a little melancholy and tired, and then put down the "Wisdom of Nutrition" in his hand in exhaustion.
He then picked up his briefcase and fumbled with it with his clumsy iron hands. It took him more than ten seconds to find his special thermos coffee cup, and then rubbed the straw with difficulty.
"What are you doing! Omer, cosplaying...?"
Suddenly, such a hearty greeting came from the crowd, and then, there was a palm wind blowing from the rear left, making him subconsciously hold the water glass and lean forward.
His hands were steady in place, but his upper body was leaning forward. His conditioned reflex response was a rare degree of completion, but unfortunately, relying solely on instinct would result in missing the next step of logic——
There was a snap.
The slap from the right rear was still slapped on the back of the young man who was unwilling to make physical contact. Then there was another hearty voice that was not weak just now: "What are you hiding from! Ah Feng can still slap you over." Can’t do it?”
"It is indeed difficult for him to achieve it, but the Triple Crown is not within reach."
Turning to look at the brown-haired horse girl with black deer hair, Trainer Linton finally let out a long sigh: "Can this wind blow you here too?"
"Even Lu Duo, Amazon, and Bai Ren are here, can I still come? But you, why are you dressed like this?"
"That's what I want to ask too."
Looking at Representative Qianming in the school uniform through the transparent chip, Omo restrained his desire to complain that he was still dressed like this even though he had already retired and graduated.
But now that the taste of the armor was questioned, he retorted.
"This sounds like it can give people the illusion that Miss Qianming has also worked with the student union."
"I think I can! And I often go to the student union!"
"I have to admit it." The majestic iron face whose eye lens radiated silver light nodded slightly.
As we all know, positions such as student unions not only require ability, but also require election.
In other words, it requires popularity. Especially for Central Teresin, which has a high degree of student autonomy, the support of students will only be more important.
Based on this, B, who was still the current Triple Crown champion at that time, could easily take the position of the student union.
Just like her current intensive visits to the student union, no one has any objections.
"Humph! I was invited by two student council presidents back then!"
"It's not difficult to imagine, but please allow me to greet the other one."
Homare did not ignore the conversation.
Yutaka Nishizaki, who was still standing at the back left, had hesitated several times and tried to join the conversation but could not.
In front of the simulated game stand where there is a lot of public view, the trainer Prince is polite and steady, unlike a certain evil-minded Mr. CB: "Ah, Afon, you are still here, don't delay the juniors behind you. oh!"
"I think they also want to say hello to Omo." With a troubled smile, Yutaka Nishizaki stepped aside slightly, revealing the little girls in the row behind him and several older girls who were about to retire.
Silent Suzuka, Special Week, Big Shock, Yamato Akari, Super Bay, Vodka, and Donghai Emperor, this is exactly the configuration of the top trainers, and they have all met Omo more or less, so they are not strangers.
But now, they are all more or less a little reserved - except for the Emperor of the East China Sea, who is always 'no big or small', and Miss Shocking, who also has a transcendent status in the horse racing world.
"Hello, Trainer Linton."
"Hello, classmate DaZhen."
Noticing that the title was different from the original 'Miss' suffix, the gentle girl smiled softly and understandingly ignored the other party's weird attire.
"...It seems that you have completely adapted to life in Trayson."
"Thanks to you." Omo nodded.
The incident involving Master Dongzi was also his first formal registration commission after becoming a trainer and even a mercenary. At that time, he was new to both parties, so he was deeply impressed.
Such a riddle made Silent Suzuka and Super Bay look at each other with strange looks, especially when Da Shock looked at each other's mecha-like and Gundam-like attire and said, "I have completely adapted to Treson's life." All the two girls were thinking was 'When did Trayson become like this? '.
But before they had time to think about it, they heard another companion shout:
"Hey! Hey! Trainer Bourbon, haven't you seen the president for a long time?"
"Indeed, isn't this exactly what you want? Student Emperor." The mechanical helmet with V-shaped sharp horns on its head nodded slightly and looked at the little brown-haired girl who was only about 1.5 meters tall.
Inevitably, the eyes will focus on the crescent moon on the other person's forehead.
But facing him, who was exactly 1.9 meters tall and even more than two meters tall including his horns, the little girl had the courage to ignore it calmly: "Yeah! It would be great if you gave up forcing the president to return to the competition. But isn’t it too spineless to give up so easily?”
"?"
"Yes, yes, you have to work harder no matter what~" He was obviously one of the parties who helped to confuse the facts, and he was also responding with anger at the moment.
"You see, even Senior Qianming thinks so! Why do you give up on the president so easily!"
"Has this statement been distorted to make it even more bizarre?" Omo made a deep and confused sound.
"Yes, what are you talking about! Emperor, Trainer Linton can't give up on anyone!" Yamato Chiji immediately helped.
When she thought that the other person's horse racing girl was Miss Tako, she had full confidence in Trainer Linton's tenacity!
And while looking at the opponent's armor that looked very heavy, his eyes quickly glanced at the obvious light coming from the gaps between the opponent's eyes and joints——
——Just based on this feature, she could roughly guess the reason why Trainer Linton's attire was so 'bright' today.
Sure enough, it's that one...
She thought so surely, and then she heard the vodka who always contradicted her, and she shouted in response: "That's right! Trainer Linton can't do that kind of thing!"
"?" The Emperor of the East China Sea, who was in the same team and also knew him well, immediately raised a question mark over his head.
Recalling that the last time I saw the united front of Vodka and Yamato Chiji, it was probably half a year ago when they faced off against the golden ship.
"Vodka? Are you okay? Just blink when you're threatened."
Not only her, but also Special Zhou, Silent Suzuka, and Super Bay, who were trying to speak to Brother Omo, all cast concerned glances at her.
This was probably a scene that was extremely heartbreaking for the person involved, and it was enough to make Ma Niang, whose makeup style looked like a bad girl, panic:
"What do you mean by being threatened! Haven't you seen Trainer Linton's super cool armor! He also has a great motorcycle! Anyone who likes armor and motorcycles is definitely not a bad person!!"
"Ah... it's vodka. Chi Ji, please take care of her." The Emperor of the East China Sea, who was indifferent to his teammates' aesthetics, said speechlessly.
"What do you mean! Can't you discover the sincerity of that tough super robot heavy armor!"
"Super robot? What is that? It looks more like a beetle material to me." The Emperor of the East China Sea looked at Omo again with little interest.
"As you said, this is the heavy beetle armor Cos armor in "Monster Hunter", but the design prototype is indeed a super robot."
"Ah, that's it, no, this is not important!"
"I think it is quite important. Calling the wrong source when witnessing Cosplay will not only make the Cosplayer sad, but also the fans."
"Uh..." He turned to look at Vodka, who had a somewhat sad expression. The lively and willful emperor suddenly panicked and quickly turned to apologize.
Yamato Chiji, who was also trying to comfort the other party, secretly found an opportunity to come over and whispered: "Is that... Linton trainer... Miss Tako..."
"As you said."
"I understand...I will explain it to you."
"Thank you very much. I'm glad that Tachyon can meet such a kind-hearted junior like you."
"Hey, you...you've thanked me...I-I'm going to explain to everyone first. I'm sorry!"
The little red-haired girl, who seemed to be very proud of herself, quickly turned around and ran towards her small group, causing the heavy-armored trainer to avoid the huge twin ponytails thrown by the opponent with nimble steps that did not match his appearance.
Without looking at the other person's retreating back, he was more eager to rub the straw of the cup again - he was finally free to drink coffee.
He raised his finger and poked the inconspicuous bump on the side of the visor, making a small circle of holes in the mouth armor to facilitate the connection of the straw. As soon as he took a sip, he heard: "Have you forgotten me?"
"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough..."
"Hey, hey, have you really forgotten? Really, you can't even pat your back while wearing this armor. How did you fish out this set of things?" Representative Qianming was speechless.
I tried slapping the other person on the back to relieve his cough, but I struggled with the restoration of the other person's props. After a few pats, I knew it was useless after hearing the dull clanging sound.
I somewhat suspect that this is not just a Cos prop.
"Used...a prop modified from the armor my adoptive father replaced in his early years. The defensive performance has deteriorated to almost nothing. The only advantages are its tightness and built-in temperature control device."
"It still sounds like bottom-of-the-box stuff."
"It's been there for a year and a half."
At the Comic Exhibition, I stayed put and put on a sculpture without saying a word, observing all kinds of passers-by. Even if someone occasionally asked for a photo, it didn't hinder me. This kind of observation environment allows me to stay in it but maintain an independent field of vision. After going there more than a dozen times, I finally found it. Still tired of it.
Especially after the "highly restored armor Coser who only produces beetles and Mazinger Z every time" has become more and more famous, the observation environment has worsened.
"How bright will it be for you to bring this thing out this time?"
After hearing this, Omer was silent for a moment, then squatted down again and took out sunglasses from his briefcase, and put them on her while the other party looked at her with doubts.
Then, he raised his hands and lifted the other person's cheek.
"Oh~ What are you going to do?" Because of trust, she did not resist. There was no misunderstanding but she still pretended to be a misunderstanding. The sweet-tongued brown-haired horse girl witnessed the lowering of the eye lens in this seemingly intimate act. Move away.
So someone screamed in grief the next second, covering their eyes that were still protected by sunglasses.
