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NO.191: The PR assistant has resigned! (Silver Alliance 910)

No matter what, the end of November is destined to be not very good.

No matter what kind of news is used to divert attention, the vicious attack in the Far East Cup is an unavoidable topic, even though the actual casualties were not caused by monsters, but rather some pleasure criminals who took advantage of the chaos, and people who use it as a topic of conversation will not care about this.

They would only question the Far East Cup's security system, the importance that the association and Jiemen District, as the organizers, attached to the Far East Cup, and the fact that the case was not handled transparently enough, as well as the fact that the winner's stage segment, which was the ancestral law, was temporarily suspended.

"Hasn't it all been made up? And why did the complaint about this shit get sent to my desk? I'm sick of it! I'm the Questioning Committee, not the Regulatory Department!"

"Perhaps it's because everyone thinks that the Questions Committee is like this, able to handle a lot of questions."

Holding the coffee and stirring the spoon, the young man on the sofa said leisurely.

Although the work at hand has not been completely completed, it is always a pleasure to watch others busying themselves while waiting.

Omer Linton, who was well aware of this bad taste, welcomed the Sunday tranquility that had not been seen for a long time, who came to take out the garbage.

"Huh? The Questions Committee is not a trash can! It's already 612, is there still someone who doesn't understand the functions of the department?!"

"There are always angry accusers in any year," the young man said as he sipped his coffee, "and I guess this is indeed the area that the Questions Committee will deal with."

“Deal with one or two every day!”

There was a dull thud, and SS, with his palms on the table, glared at Omar.

"No more!"

"You should tell your boss this."

At this point, he felt that the aroma of the coffee was enough, and any more would be too much, so Omar put down the cup, swiped open his terminal screen, and smoothly and naturally switched to the Umastagram page.

"I'm just a rookie trainer."

"Huh? The new trainer that the association strongly recommended?"

Miss SS's sarcasm was almost overflowing.

Omer just scrolled through the updates on his social forum follow list without moving: "I will be preparing for my real debut as a horse girl in ten days, OK?"

"And I also rejected the conditions offered by the association. Please understand this and don't be sour."

"Who the hell is jealous?" someone asked angrily, "You rejected them, but they still helped you gain popularity?"

"Reject but not completely reject~" Elly Tasuko, who was staring at the operating table and observing the changes in parameters, answered for the trainer, "Councilor Sunday Tranquility doesn't even understand this way of dealing with the world?"

"Who the hell cares."

"No wonder he has always been a member of a marginal department."

"I just don't want to be promoted!"

"That's not what you said when you were working overtime." Omar suddenly said, completely ending Zhou Rijing's stubbornness.

It also caused the entire activity room to fall into a brief silence.

then--

"You two dogs, ahh ...

The frustrated Dark Sunday was about to resort to violence, but was held down on the head by the big hand of the God of Nature, who was still swiping the screen with his other hand without even raising his head.

"Did you hear that? The footsteps in the cafe. Oh, you can't hear them. The soundproof door is quite effective for you."

“…I’m going to kill you right now!”

He gritted his teeth but quickly retreated. Zhou Ri Ning, who was sitting next to the sofa where the tea table usually sat, waited until the door opened before turning back. "Tea table, you, the trainer, are making me mad to death."

"I don't think this is my problem," Omer raised his hands briefly to look innocent, but he was also perfunctory. He turned his head and looked at the tea table where he and Aimo Orihime were sitting diagonally opposite. "Is there anything wrong?"

The debut battle will begin next month - that's what they say, but in reality it's just a few days later. Not only do they need to confirm the final procedures at the racecourse, but they also have to register at school, mainly with the Student Union.

This can be done by the jockey girls themselves, but for a variety of reasons, they are usually accompanied by a trainer.

Omer originally planned to follow tradition, but a general affairs committee member who worked in the student union volunteered, and the person concerned also hoped so.

Demonstrating one's own abilities is an indispensable part of human growth, and it is even more important for the Far Eastern people who attach great importance to recognition from others.

Omar was unwilling to deprive himself of this opportunity, and the reward he got was to listen to the nagging of a vengeful spirit.

This was the closest Ning Jing had ever been to the vengeful spirit on Sunday, but it was not incomprehensible to Omar. After all, the Far East Cup was such a big deal.

Not only was Sunday quiet, but even Miss Junchuan was a little busier than usual.

For the well-known legend of the Iron Man of Teresin, what does it mean to be a little busier than usual?

It is the concept that one's spirit is gradually becoming distracted, one's composure is gradually losing shape, and even makeup can hardly cover up the dark circles under the eyes and dry skin.

There was no need for special observation skills, as most of the trainers and horse girls advised her to rest, and a certain Miss Maruzen even forced her to go to the bar for a drink, obviously intending to cure her old friend's fatigue with alcohol and fainting.

That may be right.

Even if the work is not completely done, your health is the most important.

But Omar knew that Miss Junchuan valued the content of her work more than herself, and that not finishing what she should do was more tormenting to her than any physical problems.

So when he heard about Maruzen's complaints from Chiaki, whom he met by chance in the morning, he just smiled helplessly.

The more difficult the time, the more you can see a person's true nature. Even Chairman Akikawa was completely depressed after attending meetings all day long, and did not show any of his usual willfulness. You can see that Shunkawa Reins, Akikawa Yayoi, and Rudolf Symbol are all of the same kind.

Then you can conclude that Omer Linton is a bad guy just because he's slacking off in late November when everyone else is busy.

Then look at his account on every website, which has endless red dots, and when he opens an independent software, there are contracts and plans one after another, you will understand that some people just look leisurely.

In fact, he already has one foot in the coffin.

Superficial people simply cannot see this.

Superficial people will only see that you don’t have corpse spots on your face, think that you have had an easy life, and try to put pressure on you: “There are fewer posts criticizing you lately, who can give me the fun I’m missing?”

"friend…!"

Fortunately, there was only one superficial person, and there was someone who could control her beside her, and with a little emphasis on her tone, she could be made to bury herself in the ground.

"very smooth."

Although I haven't come into contact with the truth, I feel that these two people are just sisters who adore Orihime. I don't mean to comment on that interaction, I'm just answering on behalf of Tea House.

"It's just a registration that you just need to sign, and at most you need to fill in our and your phone numbers and email addresses."

"But to be honest..."

"what?"

"Including everyone in the student union at the time, we all doubted whether your mobile phone number and email address could have the desired effect..."

"Ah... it's hard to deny..."

　Chapter 9 plus more! As long as we get there!
　　(End of this chapter)