Eight minutes ago.
[Kalen Kallen: Did my brother say something to Orihime-sama? 】
[Crescent Snake: I haven’t said much yet, but the other party has figured something out on his own. Maybe it’s self-reflection, or maybe it’s the credit of Miss Orihime’s sister]
[Karen Kalen: That must be my sister~ Even if the original Orihime-sensei reacted, she would definitely not admit it so quickly! 】
[Crooked Snake: A reasonable guess, so what's going on? If you ask when her training will end, it will be soon. You may come over here and directly suggest her to change to a new type of shoe]
[Karen Kallen: Mm~ Can’t I chat with my brother? He actually used Kallen as a tool! Only sixty points! 】
[Moon krait: Are you coming? 】
[Karen Kallen: Come! 】
[Crooked Snake: You have ten minutes at the Queen's Skirt brand shoe store at No. 24 Mile Street]
[Karen Kallen: Huh? ! There’s not enough time to put on makeup and change clothes! ! 】
[Moon Krait: Little Kallen has no problem even without makeup]
——The other party is typing——
[Karen Kallen: Can't you stay a few more minutes? Would you like to report your location later? 】
[Moon Krait: Little Karen still has 9min25S]
[Karen Kallen:! 】
"I have something to answer the phone. By the way, Karen is coming over. Please wait here for another fifteen minutes."
"She...just wait."
——
Eight minutes later.
"What stereotype?"
Pulling out the shoe wrapped in a plastic bag with a label, and handing it to Omo's beloved Orihime, she still couldn't help but ask.
"I think you should have heard of it. Of course, you may have ignored it." Taking the shoe, which was much heavier than it looked, Omer looked at the various data on the label, and did not forget to go back to:
"There is a considerable part of the group of time-travelers who will not see the prophets of you horse racing ladies, and may even be able to match your personality."
"..."
"It seems that they have been ignored." Glancing at the stunned face of Orihime who admired him, Omo turned back to look at the hoofs, "But it doesn't matter. Just treat them as your fans, and fans see Some idols are very rational, while others are very filtered."
He didn't mean to say more. After all, it's not a good thing for young people to fall into philosophical speculation prematurely.
Does the figure in the painting, who seems to be exactly the same as himself, mean that there is a hand that manipulates everything, and by extension, whether his own destiny is nihilistic? This kind of entanglement... Homae does not deny its value as a speculative topic, but he is more accustomed to standing on the side of the subject. Look at it from an efficiency perspective.
That is a pure waste of time.
When he turned around again, the words he spoke were already in the realm of hoofs:
"This shoe won't work."
"Extremely soft steel that is difficult to wear is the shoe of choice for training, and you should also notice how heavy this thing is."
Using his index finger to draw the arc of the U-shaped metal block, Omo's actions seemed contrary to his words, but he admired Orihime and nodded undeniably.
Although she was persuaded by Omer to change the shoes, what she understood in her mind was that the shoes in the training shoes had indeed not been replaced for a while, and they needed to be replaced with ones that were strong and stable enough to prevent them from falling off from the running shoes.
But what Omer wanted her to prepare was actually competition shoes, and the size should be more suitable for her current foot shape.
Most people's understanding of the development of adolescent girls lies in their body curves, but trainers will comment on the length and contour of their calves, and even the size of their feet.
This will make colleagues in the logistics company look suspicious, which is a sad portrayal of a somewhat professional nature.
But to be honest, this kind of professional vision that can be classified as an 'occupational disease' is mostly held by senior people with more than four years of employment experience. However, in the field of "vision", Omer is indeed gifted.
It is different from his cultivation talent which can only be evaluated as mediocre.
"Not only the weight, but also the length and curvature need to be adjusted. Finally, I think you may have misunderstood. I hope you change to this type," Omer said, pointing to the hoof hanging on a metal hook in the store. Iron category, "Aluminum alloy shoes that are only one-third the weight of extremely soft steel, have low wear resistance and low cost performance, and are designed for competition use at the expense of multiple purchases."
"Then there is this kind of racing alloy called victory iron, which is developed in the direction of Gundam alloy." He squatted down and picked up a stick from the side that Orihime was very familiar with. It was URA. When the association gives away a final server to a G1 player, it will be accompanied by shoes by default.
Although the students of her current class all made the same choice: put on the final uniforms and put on their own shoes.
That is to say, let it eat dust.
Because it is like what the trainer said at the moment: "It has ultra-high hardness, excellent energy conduction performance, and... quite low toughness."
"It is easy to break due to metal fatigue after running a round. Considering that the current race schedule has been restructured to increase the distance, this alloy will probably gradually disappear like Gundamium alloy until it is developed and improved again on the original basis."
"...Will it be gradually eliminated?" Orihime said softly.
She had never had a trainer before, but she actually used the shoe and it didn't break after the first use. However, before using it for the second time, her roommate discovered the hidden danger, so she temporarily used the shoe from training. .
Although it was a bit heavy, it was just like that after getting used to it. At least the wear-resistant toughness made her very satisfied, and she kept wearing it to avoid trouble-until Omer pointed out that the frequently maintained shoes were after all too worn.
"The competition for shoe materials is also very fierce. The more demand there is, the more products there are." After taking back the racing alloy from Orihime and hanging it on the shelf again, Omer turned to another one not far away. Hanging a single row of shoes, "but considering extending the competition venue, this new type of shoe with tantalum-193 copolymer embedded in the iron head is more recommended."
"It has moderate hardness, high ductility, and excellent resistance to high temperatures, low temperatures, and corrosion."
Speaking of this, Omo couldn't help but think of the director lady with whom he had not contacted for a while.
This element of otherworldly technology has been the protagonist of the upsurge in prosthetic technology transformation in recent years, and has even begun to 'invade' the shoemaking process, which is probably the result of that firm.
But when it comes to the veteran on this road of 'foreign material invasion', he has to mention:
"And this one," he raised his hand, and the jet-black magic claws appeared in the distance, scratching off a shoe with a blue and white pattern from the shelf, "You should be familiar with the racing alloy that is smelted with D32 steel. Many players in the same session have chosen this pioneering alloy set with superior strength and excellent energy conduction, which has redefined the standards for shoe materials."
The sharp claw handed it to the palm, and the palm handed it to the smaller palm. Omer looked at the admiring Orihime who was looking at the shoe, but he did not forget to add:
"More expensive."
"But according to your current bounty standards, it is an investment that is not difficult to afford. Considering your relatively desperate running style, it is indeed a good choice."
After hearing this, the girl couldn't help but raise her head: "...how can you be desperate?"
"You can ask sister Sang this question." Omer shrugged.
Now he also noticed who could really make Miss Orihime speechless.
Seeing Orihime turn her head to look at her angry sister and become speechless, he called to the staff in front of the counter in the distance: "Miss Fengshen! Miss Enis Fengshen! Please come here."
"Eh? Here we come!"
In fact, there is no need to emphasize it. After all, Ma Niang’s hearing is always good, let alone a current senior who is about to go to college. When the big girl with brown hair tied in a side ponytail quickly arrived, the single person over there The elder sister, who was being pointed at by her younger sister, also turned around.
"...Senior Ennis?"
"You look like you didn't pay attention to the counter when you came, but it hurts senior's heart." The trainer complained softly, but then caught a glimpse of what Xiao Lu sent him, saying that he and Sero would come over later to discuss the information. Ask for news of his whereabouts.
"……Feel sorry."
"Eh? There's no need to apologize for this kind of thing," the enthusiastic and tenacious working warrior quickly shook his head, "If you didn't see it before, I must have gone to the backstage to help with the shoe quality inspection. Trainer Mr. Linton is very mean! "
"That must be because Mr. Sun God didn't reveal enough to you." Omer, who was not surprised that she could call out his identity, said with a smile.
Enis Fengshen has a close personal relationship with Mejiro Yoshinobu, and is naturally a part of Otaku Sunshen's social circle, and the girls' chat information network cannot be underestimated.
And he also typed the address on the light screen, and didn't care how subtle the picture would be.
(End of chapter)
