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NO.50 Ulu: I just said he can absorb emotions
If it were in the past, Omo probably wouldn't have the patience to listen to Iwa Teruji's story.

Because for observers, all objective facts can be proven through patient observation.

Sooner or later, he will have the opportunity to condense the information on the other person into everything the other person has experienced, and all of this will be turned into a few thin pages of paper through simple induction and summary.

So even if it is to fulfill the entrustment of others, there is no need to force yourself to listen to a story that is so common that it is like the main course of countless people's lives.

Yes, for many people, the main course of life is such ordinary and ordinary things.

Novelties and surprises are rare, and ups and downs are hard to come by. Once in a while, it may be an unbearable burden, let alone expect anything else.

It is precisely because of this that so many people are looking forward to a purely stable life many years later, or are instead looking for an unprecedented adventure.

The former has accepted life and stories, but the latter will never accept them.

Iwa Teruji is actually such a latter person.

No matter how much he behaves like the former, no matter how conservative he is when faced with every idea of ​​being a racehorse's wife, and he acts like a stereotype who bullies the younger ones, he once used his identity as a trainer to let The Sky Shrine made a compromise.

But that does not hinder his caring nature and his pursuit that cannot be concealed.

This kind of pursuit will expand rapidly after getting used to the sluggish and boring atmosphere.

This pursuit will become more refined after getting used to oppression and compromise.

This kind of pursuit will make him different from the previous trainers of the Sky Palace, becoming the only shining point among the complaints about life.

It is a kind of resilience that wraps up the essential desire and hides it in the consistent acceptance, caution, and universal correctness.

Even though he complained so much, he never thought of giving up.

No matter how much resentment he had against the girl from the Sky Shrine, he still never thought of terminating the contract.

He didn't give up.

Among the compromises and correctness that he is accustomed to, the trainer is the only one who is unwilling to compromise and no longer want to run towards the correct job.

If the performance of the horse girl is not good, it means that her work is not going well. Her family will often call to express condolences. Fans of the horse girl will also blame them for not being able to realize the potential of the shrine. There are even occasional threatening letters from unknown sources, trying to make them feel better. He continued on his previous path, listening to everyone around him.

Give up, compromise, give up this 'wrong' job that's not suitable for you after all.

Go for what is always 'right' and what everyone wants you to do.

If he were completely ordinary, he should really succumb to the pressure from all directions, cover his face in his hands, and escape into the warm darkness.

Once again, I will persevere, work hard, and devote all my efforts to a disappointing end.

If his goal is shattered once again, then he should listen to the advice of those around him as always and devote himself to something else again.

But as a result, he met again the young man who had realized a long time ago that he was not in the same world as him.

That young man who was a full seven years younger than him, and who had already done better than himself in seven years.

Just facing his bright and sharp gaze, Iwa Keiji inevitably felt fear in his heart.

That gaze always seemed to see through him, and after getting feedback from people who had interacted with that young man through the Internet and real conversations.

That unfounded fear became conclusive proof.

His fear will be even deeper.

Not because he thought he was hiding anything, but because he was so aware of his past that was as boring as a thin piece of paper, and even a little ugly.

He never wanted to show himself like that, nor did he want to face those brown or dark red eyes.

But to be honest, when those eyes inevitably appeared in front of him and issued a gentle invitation to him, he should have breathed a sigh of relief.

Just like the fallen person who no longer wants to tire himself out, he can blame all his mistakes on the devil who came to him and gave him a chance, he can also regard it as Trainer Linton tempting and forcing him to talk. , and then he calmly said those words that had been buried in his heart for a long time, showing his somewhat ugly self.

All this should have been a matter of course, as long as he was so completely 'ordinary' and became an ordinary side profile among all living beings.

But he didn't do it after all.

He couldn't even really meet the other person's eyes. He just lowered his head, squinted his eyes, and talked about his own affairs.

Because he will be reminded of a pair of golden eyes.

Bright and dazzling, he announced in front of everyone that he was her trainer.

He has always obeyed the expectations of people around him, and has always wanted to escape those endless words. When he was finally able to make his own choice, but was also 'advised to give up' as always, that girl could not be more rude. However, he responded to himself with words.

It's like seeing through the desire in the heart, like noticing the unwillingness in the heart.

"As you said, your performance is not good enough, and your personality is not outstanding. Even the conversation when communicating with others may hurt some people's hearts. It is not what Miss Sky Shrine expected. "But are you sure she just wants the right to compete and an obedient puppet?"

"In other words, are you really obedient?"

"Let me tell you the conclusion directly, Trainer Yan."

Those eyes were once so calm and sharp, with no hint of contempt or malice in them, but it was precisely because of this that he felt ashamed of himself countless times.

He only felt an indescribable gap, turning into a huge gap between the two, making him feel unreasonable fear countless times, avoiding the opportunity to get along with the other person 1:1, even choosing a seat far away Some.

And now, this gaze is looking at him again.

He should have escaped again, but by some strange coincidence, he came face to face with those brown eyes, just like when he first met them.

"When pretentious people get into trouble, they just lack the common qualities of ordinary people."

"That is a kind of resilience, that is a kind of persistence. It is an ordinary stone that they lack when building the temple in their hearts."

"So you should know now what she wants."

"..."

"Eh? Keiji?! Where are you going! We just got here."

At that time, Yutaka Nishizaki, who had just gotten out of the car, looked at Iwa Keuji's running figure with some confusion.

"Omo, what are you doing with Keiji?"

And Omer also looked at the back of the suit hem swinging, his subtle eyes falling on the opponent's steps, knowing that the ordinary trainer's uniform still lacked a pair of high-quality leather shoes.

"Probably, to contribute to the completion of a palace."

"?"

"Anyway, there is no need to buy his drink. There is a young lady who needs his attention."

"Ah? Don't you want to give the other person some space to calm down?"

"Not all frustrated ladies should be left alone. Doesn't the prince know this?"

"Ahaha, I don't understand what you are saying."

Yutaka Nishizaki turned his head awkwardly and looked at the people coming and going on this street, which made Omo look and nodded.

"That's true."

"But Omer, you seem to have been chatting with him, right? Who entrusted you?"

"I'm surprised you know me so well."

"These words are very hurtful to my friend, but what about it?" He stretched out his arms unceremoniously and tried to take Omo over. Yutaka Nishizaki held him in the air. He looked at the junior who was dodging naturally with an extremely helpless look.

"Don't you think his story is boring?"

"It's indeed boring," Omo nodded. "It feels like it doesn't have more than a thousand words. In the past, I probably wouldn't be too lazy to listen to it."

"Is it really still like this?" Said helplessly, Nishizaki turned his head and glanced at the direction in which Iwakiji ran away, then looked back at the other colleagues who got off the car and were gathering over, and immediately acted as if nothing happened.

"It's more important if it's the client, right?"

"Not entirely." Omer shook his head.

"Now, when I look at that page of less than a thousand words, I occasionally wonder if the joys and sorrows in it are different."

"Oh?"

"The text summarizes only the facts, but for the parties involved, it is a vivid past, which may be wrapped in complex sorrows and joys."

"No matter how many times I say this, I'm still not used to it with your young face."

"Then what do you say when you face the chairman?"

"The chairman can't say anything profound."

"Okay, I want to send this sentence to the chairman."

"do not!"

(End of this chapter)