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NO.49 stepping stones can also be meteorites

So he told a boring story.

This story begins with a child who can be said to be a stupid kid, ends with a stupid young man, and ends with a stupid trainer.

No ideals, no dreams, just short-term goals.

From looking forward to new teachers, new classmates, and new play, to looking forward to new skills, new female classmates, new college life, to new work, new colleagues, and new life.

Giving up short-term goals because of the expectation of 'study hard' and 'studying hard', and giving up the original choice because of the guidance of 'this one doesn't make money' and 'that one has no future'.

The story of a man who was exposed to his brother's glory and finally decided to leave the family to find his own value and pursuit, and finally became a trainer.

But even becoming a trainer was not his own goal, but the so-called "clear path" pointed out to him by his parents, and he did so.

Then we encountered the Sky Shrine.

A maverick horse racing girl with her own pursuits and abilities.

A well-behaved person, even his job selection was helped and guided by relatives. Even though his learning ability is excellent, he is just an excellent ordinary trainer.

The normal way for the two to get along is that one pulls the other, one persuades the other, and then they occasionally quarrel, but most of them have a cold war relationship.

To be honest, this sounds like some middle-aged worry that you just have to live with.

If Omer hadn't resisted the question of 'Why do we keep contracting?', it would have been a painful story of 'Why didn't we get divorced'.

"So you just listened to him complaining for more than an hour? Even when the team building reached the ktv, it continued?"

"After all, Ms. Sky Shrine's mood is not getting better, and she has no intention of spending that failed time with the trainer. However, I really hope that she will come to the trainer Yan for review as soon as possible. This will at least make me feel better." Take it easy."

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Omo stood in front of a drink shop in Nerima District, Tokyo, under the jurisdiction of Kaimon, waiting for the drink ration from the 'Captain of the Troops' who was still queuing up.

Just as his colleagues not far away couldn't help but take out their mobile phones to kill time, he also fiddled with the terminal as a matter of course.

At the same time, the too-permanent silent barrier was also brought up again.

It's a good habit to turn on privacy mode when making calls, especially when you are no longer unknown. As for recording...

Friends who have had similar work know that recording is more like torturing the lawyer than torturing the defendant, especially when your recording has a dialect accent.

It can only be said that even in the Terran Federation, which has outstanding technology, dialects are one of the few barriers that can block even AI.

But even without mentioning the hidden dangers of harassment or eavesdropping, such voice calls do need to avoid interference.

This is Nerima District after all.

As we all know, in Tokyo, the parts far away from the city center are usually not prosperous.

There will even be dark parts that grow as usual.

The same should be true for urban agricultural areas like Nerima Ward, but the Fuchu Racecourse is indeed located there.

The unique sea of ​​people, countless food and entertainment business districts are built around it, and the bustling roads everywhere can even make you think you are still in the city.

The hosting of popular events always has such a charm, and the fact that many comic companies have settled here as the "birthplace of Far East Animation" has made it a pilgrimage site for many ACGN fans.

At the same time, this also further promotes various secondary creative activities of Jockey Girl culture.

Even the most recent Ma Niang Only exhibition, which the digital teacher tried to participate in, was held here.

When the characters in "fancy clothes" appeared at the edge of his field of vision, he knew that preparations for the fan exhibition had begun.

After all, Cosplay is strictly regulated in the Far East District, where it originated.

Cosplaying in areas without special permission will only be regarded as strange costumes and may even attract the police.

On the other hand, those people at the moment can also regard it as proof that the venue has obtained the license.

The fan exhibition will probably open as scheduled on Halloween, but what about doujinshi? What about the teachers in the club?

Omer could not help but think of a certain gongbi teacher who seemed to be playing himself.

On that day when he was in front of me, he still looked like a painter who was in dire straits due to a difficult delivery, as if his work and rest had completely collapsed, and his condition was in dire straits.

The next day, he acted as if nothing had happened. After asking the digital teacher for confirmation, as he was accustomed to, he received a beaming reply:

'No problem, the Gongbi teacher is very efficient!
Just wait, I'll show you the sample I've received so far.'

The contents of the compressed package received after only a few minutes of waiting proved that the digital teacher did not ignore the facts because of some Eastern Asasi.

That was undoubtedly Miss Xi's brushstrokes, or that special brushstroke (x) was quite recognizable, but at the same time, it also proved that the gongbi teacher who had been stuck at his place all night, as soon as he returned home It was as if it was re-deployed and miraculously revived, showing the efficiency of killing many human painters.

how?

Brother, are you hindering your performance?
It’s hard not to think that Mr. Gongbi Ruhua is playing his own second-generation mercenary. Although he is full of doubts and curiosity, when he thinks about the weirdness of the three year-old films that night, he feels that this matter naturally outweighs the comparison. good.

People often have to learn to play dumb. Even if you really don't understand, you have to curb your curiosity that may bring unexpected changes to you.

Especially now when your life is not very easy.

"Easy? Do you think she will listen to you after reviewing the results? You really take it for granted, Mr. Guinea Pig." Look, there is even a horse racing lady giving pointers to your operations.

Demon Xun thought that if we were to judge by class, he should be the leader.

"I have to point out that the one I take for granted may be you." Omo's face was expressionless, looking at the screen with his back to the window and the sun, as if he wanted to use a special angle to release light energy to himself. Tachyon.

"When I say work is easier, I mean that if she has such a strong will and consciousness, then everything I have to do will be easy and smooth. Just feeding chicken soup to the trainer may not have the same effect."

"Given how ordinary the guinea pig you are talking about is, chicken soup must be useful. Anyway, Guinea Pig, you are particularly good at this kind of thing."

Speaking of Omo's words, it sounded like he was secretly dissing the compliments. Arisuko naturally picked up the topic, avoiding the teasing that might result from a misunderstanding at the beginning.

"And you are asking too much for a sixteen-year-old girl." The girl on the screen lazily shook her hands in her sleeves. "Although Jingu is in the same class as me, her personality is comparable to I’m more than half a year late.”

"I think the desire to win and the pursuit of goals should have nothing to do with age." Omer said calmly.

He was not surprised by this. After all, a dangerous person like him who continued to steal public information and sift intelligence would naturally come into contact with all kinds of false ages in the circle of horse racing girls.

Characterization itself is a developmental mechanism that hinders age recognition, and the sometimes random and sometimes carefully selected 'delivery choices' of the three goddesses can make the fate of the horse race girl full of difficulties and obstacles.

Just like when he contacted Bize twelve minutes ago, wanting to confirm the original deeds of the contestants of this year's Qiuhua Competition in the other world, he was told by the other party that the timeline was a mess and difficult to check.

He turned his head and looked at the two figures not far away. They were still on the field an hour and forty minutes ago. They were the brown-haired player and another person who was chatting with her. acquaintance.

Mejiro Zennobu and Otaku Sun God.

Omer had to admit that his previous judgment when communicating with Big Shock was wrong.

It was not three contestants who were involved in the social circle, but four.

Miss Mejiro Yoshinobu, who lacked presence during the competition and tried to escape but failed at the beginning, was obviously a relative and friend of Otaku-sensei, the Otaku Sun God.

Even the same age.

But at the same time, the young lady from the Mejiro family is also the one with the longest record of performance in this competition according to Bize.

Except for the pairing of Peak and Lady, the horses corresponding to other horse racing girls in this game lack actual connection due to their staggered career time.

At the same time, it also means that there is also a lack of overlap in the fate of horse racing between them.

Then I can no longer expect to make a fuss about it.

That might be a good thing, Homao thought.

Although the results were obvious, the workload was huge. This kind of plan involving the fate of the soul of the horse race was not what he wanted. It can only be said that there is no other way.

It all started when he had a troublesome client. He felt that it was not enough to improve himself, but also to improve his future opponents.

"It's irrelevant, but your expectations are also very unrealistic."

This Party A even dared to say confidently that his expectations were unrealistic.

"Is it realistic to ask me to assist a racehorse girl that I don't know well?" Omo counterattacked helplessly, "I'm really curious how many trainers would receive such a commission from the person in charge. ”

"A normal trainer wouldn't take a request for responsibility as a trust, Guinea Pig-kun, just accept your fate. From the beginning, neither of us is normal."

"Hey~ I have never seen Miss Tako give in to fate so easily. What made you become like this? A newly invented potion?"

"Hahaha, of course it's the researcher's desire to study himself as well, and what does it mean to surrender to fate? This is obviously the fate we each choose, but let's talk about it first, Mr. Guinea Pig, you can't delay the progress by nagging me like this. no."

"It's not that it's slowing down the progress, it's just that the drink queue at Afon's side is unexpectedly slow, so I'll just take the opportunity to report the current progress to you." I don't know how many times I glanced at Yutaka Nishizaki who was about to reach the counter. , Omo turned around and said, "To be honest, it's almost done at this point. The next thing to do is to wait for time to accept the results."

"That's good, because it's not convenient to contact the horse racing girl directly, so interfering with the other side's racing girl by interfering with the trainer is really a completely evil act, Mr. Guinea Pig, you deserve praise~!"

"It's really a step closer to being a villain."

"That's right. Miss Tako, who wants to drag her classmates up as stepping stones, should also be careful not to get sprained by the stepping stones." Omer smiled gently, without any kindness.

After all, unlike Taiko, whose outlook is somewhat skewed, Trainer Linton does not aspire to become a bad player.

"When Trainer Nayan really changes my words, it will be fine if it has no effect. If it does, I really doubt that Miss Sky Shrine will really become a different kind of Sky Shrine."

"An alternative kind of shrine in the sky?"

"Axis can also be a kind of aerial shrine. You can ask Bourbon for details. She is already a senior fan of this circle."

　Tips for horse racing girls: Unlike the joke at the end, the name of the horse owner of Air Shakur/Air in the Sky Shrine is actually "empty" in Buddhist terms.

　　A better way to understand the two-thorned monkey is the emptiness in the realm of space, the emptiness/nothing that Moon Girl Musashi pursues, or the heart of Ming Jing Shisui in various works. Although the essence is nothing, it is regarded as nothing. The use of acg is more about expressing a state.

　　It doesn't mean the sky, but cy obviously didn't consider this element when making Uma Musume. The designed little girl is more like Shakur/シャカール/Jingu (transliteration) this part.

　　This Shakur comes from the American musician Tupac Shakur, whose stage name is 2Pac.

　　The image design of the Sky Shrine is the same as that of the desert hero with a real name (Rob Roy, the Scottish hero mentioned in the previous book). The design is biased towards the image of that person's name, so the winning costume and makeup are quite hip-hop.

　　As for the Buddhist word "emptiness", it is probably not completely lost, but has been transformed into the concept of "genius"
　　(End of this chapter)