"You are three minutes out of time, Master."
"I know, so I didn't resist, but could you call me in a gentler way next time?"
"This request has been included in the database, Master, please give the next order."
"Just follow the original process, or should I say..."
The boy raised his eyes to look at the brown-haired racing girl who was pulling a load-bearing tire on the side of the training ground, and then looked back.
"You want to have a race with senior?"
The girl in front of him shook her head.
The long maroon hair swayed out with a smooth texture. Only a narrow strand of hair in front of the forehead seemed to have been smeared with hair gel. It broke away from the headband, but was fixed and integrated into a bunch. It succumbed to its own weight and formed a slightly falling hair. radian.
It looked like an overly long and heavy antenna, which reminded little Omer of another little girl with golden-blue hair.
There is indeed some similarity between the cosmic horse girl and the cyber horse girl.
"You should keep your admiration for Orihime-san." After she finished speaking, she jogged away towards the arena.
It seems like there’s really nothing special to say.
Of course, Omer did not deny her judgment.
After all, we have to prepare for the competition in a few days. At this time, we should stop those training items that require a large amount of exercise and are prone to injury. Training items such as 'parallel running' where it is easy to get up and down while running are also common. In the ban position.
So if she really wanted to compete with Miss Orihime, Omo would stop her.
At least it should be postponed until after the game.
But the other party's answer was straightforward.
It seems that he didn't think so.
The action is also very straightforward.
I just walked over there to prepare for strength training.
Remind me that the break has timed out, and then ask for the next step in a routine manner——
Just for this matter, is it worth going out of your way to break yourself out of the simulated mirror?
He looked at her retreating back, slightly confused.
Because she is none other than Miura Bourbon.
The more mechanized logical thinking cannot accommodate additional operation processes, so the seemingly unnecessary and fussy operations... should also have some necessary motivation.
But he had no idea for a moment, and he couldn't deduce the motive of this behavior based on the other party's temperament.
This is really...
The personality model of Miura Bourbon in his mind was quite complete, and after getting along for dozens of days, it was as expected, which made him feel that he understood the child's thoughts well enough, and he sincerely sighed—— This child's 'world' is really monotonous and distinct in color.
She doesn't have enough hobbies to add constants, and doesn't have much trouble to add variables. There is not much else in her life except training, and she has become the most knowledgeable of the three girls under her.
But because of this...she may be the one who 'updates' the fastest.
Just like everyone has an increasingly common saying of "high emotional intelligence" for things with a low starting point: there is a lot of room for development/growth.
"What are you thinking about, with such a serious expression?"
"Thinking about a standard to measure growth..."
Little Omer raised his head while thinking without a clue and looked at the student council president who had lowered his body and tried his best to maintain a similar height.
The three-colored hair tips are particularly obvious in the front view, followed by the purple eyes.
There was a softness in his eyes that was different from the past, as if he was once again emphasizing on him.
Emphasizing that his childlike appearance has extraordinary affinity in the eyes of women.
But that's all.
After several twists and turns, the boy was as old-fashioned as ever, continuing the standards that troubled him.
Upon hearing this, the half-crouched president stretched out his hands.
"First of all, it should be based on a change, but not all changes can be called growth."
"You mean you can't figure out whether Bourbon-san's change is good or bad?"
"That's indeed the reason, but what's bothering you right now is another thing."
She understood, but little Omer was not happy about it.
Because he found himself being hugged by the other party again!
"Miss Rudolf?" After struggling twice symbolically, when the other party had no intention of letting go, it began to turn into spots of light from the bottom up.
Appeared in the open space aside within seconds.
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"If you need something like a pillow, I can contact a friend to give you some recommendations."
The child condensed his figure in mid-air and landed lightly, trying to keep a safe distance and retreating.
People like Qian, Qian, Qian, etc., although she would most likely give priority to recommending the Gabaldon pillow that sells for more than 2,000 yuan and has almost no value for money, but the emperor obviously does not lack the money.
For this group of people, satisfaction is often more important than cost-effectiveness.
"Why didn't you call me?"
Admire Orihime, who had already separated from the tire placement point, squatted next to little Omer and asked.
"If it's selling pillows, I can do it."
"...Of course it's okay for you to recommend yourself like this."
"But..." Admire Orihime was silent for a moment, then raised her hands and put them on little Omo's shoulders, "The trainer's appearance... is really suitable for a pillow, very soft and fuwafuwa."
Sister, please speak up! No...it seems like it's not just my sister-san...
Omo, who realized that he might be sandwiched between two sides, or even 2.5 pieces of bread, was silent for a moment: "...I think this is different after all, Orihime-san."
At the same time, the steps began to turn towards the middle of the two sides and continued to retreat.
And this also caused the two people to join together. The two people, who did not look at each other, were approaching Omer in unison.
"The trainer looks like this, you should call me Sister Aizhi."
"Then this is a bit overreaching."
"Then Ayori/ayabe...after all, you are the trainer..."
"Personally, I would rather hear these words outside of this situation, and don't be led away by the atmosphere, Orihime-san."
"I think this is a good idea, Trainer Omo. If you don't want others to recognize your identity, then at least you should learn to change your name. At least you should distinguish it from your past self. Why don't you call me Rudolf? elder sister?"
"Are you being possessed by Miss Maruzen?"
"It's just a suggestion, but I can't deny that seeing Maruzen always like this makes me a little curious."
"I still remember you said ten minutes ago that you were staying to protect me."
"Uh...that's true." Rudolf calmed down a little, regained the high ground rationally, and took out his mobile phone, "Especially when I saw the news that Maruzen returned to the city just now, Sirius seemed to have noticed that I was trying to ward him off. , Tako-san has already gone to the activity room..."
"...I hope you can tell me about such a big thing sooner."
"But this is not something I can say."
"...I understand that whistleblowers will probably be cleared out."
"...What are you talking about?" Admire Orihime suddenly found herself out of the situation.
After all, she was the only one who hadn't joined a certain clique yet—she hadn't been dragged into it by her roommate who was waiting for photos in class.
It was still raining today, but classes resumed as normal. I helped Omo a lot, and screened out all the jockey girls who didn’t update often on weekdays. Even my colleagues did the same - like Zhen Ji Ling, Xiao Lin Rich, Otaku Sungod, Tamamo Cross, Narita Road, Tetsuo Zhou, Nishizaki Yutaka, Iwa Teruji and others are all either giving lessons or giving lessons to others.
Representatives Narita Shiruhito and Chiaki, who did not have to attend class, were entrusted with investigations early and were put on the job.
As for Miss Akane Shinjo who was in another school, she was even more troubled by the fact that she could not "participate in limited-time activities across servers" and could only continue bombarding her with text messages.
Although she is liked by her classmates at her school, welcomed by her teachers, and supported by a large number of Omo fans, she can be regarded as a mover in a certain sense. There is no cost to skipping classes - but she has to show that she is skipping classes in front of the little snake...
Shota looks easy to bully, so he immediately turns into a parent.
She still didn't dare to fight this kind of seven-injury punch.
Under the same roof, there is no courage to drink now and get drunk tomorrow.
If it were a leisurely vacation and these people really cooperated in an encirclement and suppression, even if Omo didn't work honestly, he would not be able to escape.
So this weekday limited-time event... after all, only high school contract racing girls, college free time, or even free agents who have graduated can participate.
Among all this, the one that Omo was most nervous about was obviously Eliseko.
When Tachyon went to the activity room, even if Xiaolu didn't spill the beans under the cover of her companions, she would quickly find her way here.
Sumire's soul, which can be recognized by Miss Junkawa, may be questioned by some marginal colleagues, but as his horse racing girl, she will only believe it.
So when she woke up from her sleep and started thinking about the trainer who had become smaller...
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(End of chapter)
