On the third floor of the high school, there is the only Jockey Club activity room that was converted from a classroom.
The trainer was sitting on the small sofa in the corner as always, holding a medium-thick paper book in his hand. His eyes under the lens were focused on the complex and detailed maps, and he seemed to be particularly focused.
Not far away, the black-haired Ma Niang was also concentrating on the classical Moka pot in her hand.
This is an expensive extraction tool that she ordered two days ago and received this morning. The fact that the trainer personally delivered it as a courier added a different meaning to it - although the trainer has not taken her to climb the mountain yet, look at her He was pouring coffee powder into the coffee grinder and humming something happily. He probably had already imagined the scene in advance.
On the wall near the exit, the chestnut-red-haired Ma Niang was operating the trainer's terminal light screen, meditating on the shogi trends on the screen - this was her arranged leisure training.
Playing shogi is a very common method of intellectual training. Some trainers prefer to use card games such as bridge, chess, and chess to train horse girls. The essence is the same.
Of course, if you have nothing to do and send Ma Niang a bird soul link, shouting about three out of four rooms, then you probably just want to fight Japanese.
Although the trainer of this red-haired horse girl is not keen on board games like shogi, it does not prevent her from choosing to train.
Anyway, the person responsible for playing chess is the difficult AI, not the trainer himself.
The chestnut-red-haired Ma Niang is not the kind of girl who loses her temper and starts yelling when she is in bed. She is also quiet and focused, adding an important touch to the tranquility of the activity room.
It was in such a quiet activity room with the faint aroma of coffee that there was suddenly a dull sound of pushing the door open.
Immediately afterwards, there were loud and impatient shouts:
"Guinea Pig-kun~! Guinea Pig-kun~! Guinea Pig-kun~!"
"..." Ma Niang, who was playing shogi, could continue to focus on the screen, but Ma Niang, who was making coffee, had to cast some resentful glances.
But the real person who was calling seemed to be as focused as the horse girl playing shogi, and she didn't even raise her head, as if she was turning a deaf ear.
So it was natural that he would receive a direct cry that was no longer accustomed to the tones:
"Trainer!!"
The owner still didn't raise his head, but his intolerance for high decibels was clearly visible on his face, and his reply sounded a little helpless: "...It's not lunch time yet, Miss Tako."
"Who's hungry?"
If the ownership of a room can be calculated by the variety of objects placed on it, then this activity room should probably belong to the Manchester Teahouse, but if we go by the look and feel of the objects placed, it should be the real owner, Ari Tatoko.
Her set of objects, which were far more organized and more valuable than miscellaneous items, occupied half of the indoor space, and she always did not hesitate to present herself as the host in the most unceremonious manner:
"I'm telling you, it's already the third day! How long do you have to wait to get the follow-up research materials!"
"It's only the third day, be patient, Miss Soko," the trainer, who still didn't raise his head, calmly turned over a new page as he spoke, "You have to know that the police usually solve crimes in months. Units, and some major cases must be solved on a year-by-year basis.”
"For example, some work involving lurking often fails to produce results for ten years."
"Big things involving negative energy monsters can't wait that long, can they?" Arisuko, who didn't force the other party to look at her while speaking, said impatiently.
"That's right, so you won't have to wait too long, right?"
"But what if it has nothing to do with us in the end——! Trainer——!"
"Hey, don't start! Don't pull! Don't shake."
Generally speaking, it is difficult for a trainer to remain calm when the horse girl's hands are on his shoulders.
Omer is no exception.
Especially when the opponent wanted to directly pull him and shake him, and he couldn't test the tear-resistant quality of the coat in order to fight against him, he could only hold down the opponent's shoulders and arms with his backhand.
"Let go first! Are you being taken away by Akane or Qianming?"
As he said, although Omo and Tako usually get along with each other rudely and are very aggressive, they are not at the level of random physical conflicts.
This lack of sense of distance that can be forced upon one's will is more the style of people like Akane, Qianaki, and Maruzen.
He, who is not good at physical contact with others, is always tired of dealing with it.
"No, it's just that an enthusiastic friend gave me a proposal to make communication with Mr. Guinea Pig more efficient."
"Don't listen to the proposals of guys who haven't done the basic work of the experiment. The current feedback will undoubtedly increase the communication cost." Omer said angrily.
"Really? I think it's quite efficient. At least if I don't do this, who knows how long you will have to stare at that book?"
The girl said, glancing at the gossip roulette on the page in Omer's hand: "What are you looking at? It doesn't seem to be about training, nor about monsters."
"The "New Edition of Zhouyi Predictions", together with the "Water Mirror Divine Appearance" and "Contemporary Kanyu" were all sent by classmate Xiao Linliqi."
"? This sounds more like a gift from Jian Jianfu, and can you understand it?"
Omer shook his head: "I don't understand. Some things related to Dongyan ancient culture are really obscure, but I want to get a general impression. Maybe I will use them in the near future."
"What? Do you think you can use physiognomy and Feng Shui to investigate the flow of negative energy?"
"It can only be said that since the other party deliberately guides negative energy to gather underground, then they have a very high probability of getting involved in geography and geology, and they are even more likely to do something against Renlong." Omo raised his hand and pushed up his glasses, "Generally You can't simply transfer negative energy and press it into the earth and leave it alone, as that method would be too crude and weak-minded."
"Okay, that means you're already making preparations," Aili Suzi raised her eyebrows, looked back, pulled a chair and sat down, "Well, Mr. Guinea Pig~, if you have any entrustment this time, please bring me How about having sex with us?"
"I never want to involve students in the case, as for 'us'?" He looked at Suzi in surprise, then raised his head slightly to look at the teahouse and Bourbon behind her who were looking at her.
The Last Man had already looked this way at some point, and the chess game on the screen was not over yet.
"Have you discussed this?"
"Don't you also know?" Tatoko crossed his arms, "We are all somewhat interested in monsters."
"Researching monsters and getting involved in monster incidents are two different things. I always need to be responsible for you and your families."
"In that case, how about we separate?"
"How to divide it?"
"You can go in and out of danger, we are only responsible for assisting in research."
"...These words are really cold."
"But isn't this what we have been doing? Or do you think that in your circle of mercenaries, those friends and enemies will be very polite and not pay attention to us?"
She clearly said the words that indicated her dangerous situation, but the girl's dark red color under the grating was full of smiles. Just like a certain Kamen Rider's transformed posture, she slightly raised her arms, which made her proud and happy. .
"Such unchanging conditions are in line with your persistence, right?"
"Ah," Omer listened and suddenly nodded, "It seems that Miss Tako is well prepared this time."
The other party was even more disdainful and admitted confidently: "Why do you think I've been quiet these past two days?"
"Very good, very good." Omo nodded.
Only pedantic adults would force their children to grow up according to the track they have charted. Omer is only responsible for pushing the path of anyone's life, and does not want to hold hands, so he will not deny the other person's thinking, and that through thinking What we came up with is indeed valid logic.
so……
"I agree with your proposal. Looking back, when I said those words to you, this matter was irreversible."
As a mercenary, he also issued a contract invitation to Arisuko to become a trainer... The two professions are the same, so their respective fields are destined to be intertwined.
Omer had to admit this.
"Redeem it? Don't make it sound like it's bad."
"If the operation is not good, it will be very bad." Omo put down the book and leaned on the sofa and shook his head. "Think about why the heroes in Anmei District's comics are masked, and think about why Ultraman's human body hides his identity. ——Of course, there are exceptions, but exceptions always have reasonable reasons for exceptions..."
Omo said, looking up at the three horse girls: "For example, there is no danger even if your identity is revealed. Maybe I should find you the monster card with the best similarity."
"Oh? In other words?" Even though she was overjoyed, Arisuko still remained quite reserved.
Then Omer poured cold water on him: "There's nothing to say. Now that everyone is here, it's time to go to training."
"Eh~!"
"Hey, what? Do you remember that you are a horse racing girl?"
(End of chapter)
