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Chapter 1301 No. 207: Life, a battlefield that everyone must face

"They didn't seem to believe me."

Looking from afar at the alien who was still staring at her with a look of surprise and doubt in his eyes when he was escorted away, Elissa turned her head unhappily and looked at Omer Linton.

At the same time, his gaze lingered briefly on the latter's hand.

But she said nothing about the intimacy between him and the tea host and pretended not to notice it.

This seemed a little abnormal given Miss Suzuko's usual ability to take advantage of others' situations, but considering her past appearance, it was very normal - her ears, forehead, and hair, she had been so determined not to let anyone touch them, and had also made the trainer's habit of occasionally patting others on the head fall into vain.

But everyone knows that such persistence only lasts for the first two months.

Now, even Bourbon and Aori, who were not really old friends, had seen how Hayabusa was displeased when she was patted on the head by her pleased trainer, and no longer avoided it.

but--

She still didn't want to behave like that in front of the tea table, and even suppressed her current psychological imbalance just to avoid attracting the other party's attention.

The reason is simple.

Boomerang.

To be more precise, I don't want to be brought up again.

She once vowed to demonstrate her will and even gave advice on the other party's performance. Although similar scenes often occurred in her interactions with the tea-guest, and perhaps had long been buried in the sand of the other party's memory - she was obviously not so reassured.

She did not doubt Tea House's memory, just as she believed in Tea House's usual kind and gentle character.

But these days are different.

During these few days, everyone's mentality was not very stable, and Miss Suzuko had a greater degree of "self-awareness".

The pride and joy he had felt at the training ground was still fresh in his mind. Now, looking at the man sitting in the teahouse, his eyes were slightly narrowed. He wasn't looking at him at all, but seemed to be as content as a cat immersed in his palm.

This "self-knowledge" should perhaps be changed to a guilty conscience.

But was I really just imagining things?
She glanced at the slits in his eyes, whose focus could not be discerned. A faint golden light flowed through the gaps, which indeed made her hair stand on end for a moment.

In just a blink of an eye, that courage disappeared without a trace.

It seems like it's just an illusion.

"After experiencing such targeting, it is understandable that people are suspicious."

After gently patting the black-haired little head, the trainer let go of her hand. He seemed not to care about the dual worries of the ponygirl, and just said calmly:
"It's just a pity to think that there are several of Guishe's subordinates in there, and they are also your fans."

"What's there to be regretful about?" At this time, Aimu Orihime walked out from the back and said coldly, "Aren't those guys just consumables that were pushed out to be sacrificed?"

She knew it very well because the trainer had explained the current situation to the four horse girls in the team the day before the competition.

Otherwise, considering the scale of the criminals this time and the level of security at the racecourse, it would not be the athletes' turn to take action at all, and the employees who get paid to do this could handle it themselves.

But that could easily lead to accidents.

Less than a month after the Far East Cup, attacks occurred again - perfect defense may be a good ammunition in the war of public opinion, but the fact that the present is already busy enough makes people have no desire to start a war again.

Obviously, Luzas did this because he saw this point.

Just to disgust you and prove that I'm still active.

There is no failure, no disintegration, and no silence. It can be regarded as a response to many opinions on the Internet.

"Calling you a consumable is a harsh word, Aiori-kun. It's just a guinea pig."

When there were many outsiders around, Airi Suzuko would still give face to her teammates and not call them out with slightly sharp names like 'self-abusing guinea pig'. However, the names she changed still made her teammates frown and they were not very willing to respond.

There is no way. No matter what you call her, the frivolous and sarcastic tone of Hayabusa is a deduction. It sounds like a provocation, especially when she speaks, her eyes are not on you. What does it mean to stare at the tea table?
Aimu Orihime, who was undoubtedly not on the same battlefield as the two men, could see that something was going on, but had no intention of getting involved, so she simply chose to remain silent.

It is at times like this that a trainer who can smooth things over becomes particularly important.

"That's enough. Guinea pigs don't sound much better," the trainer complained as he put his black gloves back on. Even though the brightness had decreased over time, his palms were still glowing. "I've already told them that if they can cooperate with the work, these guys who were forced to follow orders can be given a lighter sentence."

"Even though they were sent to do this kind of thing, they can't provide any decent intelligence, right?"

"…The point is not the intelligence, but them…" Facing Hayabusa's gaze, Tea House said softly in his usual dull and low tone, "The trainer only cares about those who are related to Onisha-san."

"Everyone is involved in the operation. What..." "Master, it's done."

Before Suzuko could finish, Bourbon came trotting over and spoke, accompanied by a staff member in work uniform.

"Trainer Linton, time is almost up," the man nodded and bowed, his level of respect confirming he was a local, "If there's anything else, can you transfer me to digital communication?"

In the physical sense, it is said that time is running out.

"Ah, of course no problem. Then everyone," he clapped his hands, looked at the four people, and also looked at the contestants who came over behind the four people, "the intermission exchange time is over, go to your stage, and leave the rest to the trainers."

The winner's stage after the game will at most be postponed, but it will never be absent, not to mention that this time they went through such a detour just to ensure that everything goes on as normal. The girls did not delay at all, and even Suko, who was interrupted, simply led the other players forward with her teammates.

At first glance, he looks like a reliable senior.

But the senior is just an illusion, and whether he is reliable is another matter.

No matter what, they finally walked away quickly without objection, leaving many of the contestants looking back with curious eyes.

The destination is obviously a functional facility such as a washing room, a changing room, or a temporary laundry area.

It is true that Uma Musume’s battlefield is a competition arena, but the winner’s stage is also an important indicator for testing the results of training.

Especially nowadays, horse racing tracks all have their own large performance stages, highlighting the opportunity to strike while the iron is hot by immediately switching to singing and dancing after the race.

It won’t work if you don’t have enough endurance and willpower.

Hope no one makes a mistake.

Compared with other predecessors, this group of contestants have a more risk-averse mentality during the test, and they are also a group of newcomers who have officially debuted for less than a month.

Omer was still a little worried, but on a stage with 18 people, those outside the top three were usually either in the shadows or on the fringes, so it wasn't a big problem if they performed worse.

Anyway, he had confidence in the psychological qualities of his four men, and the top three places in this game were taken by his men.

It is foreseeable that I will be surrounded by reporters again later...

When he raised his hand, he could only feel the hard touch of polycarbonate reminding him that he had not taken off his helmet. Omer gave up his usual little decompression movements and looked at the Ten-Driver who was slowly approaching from the side.

"Mr. Omer, isn't this a settled matter? What are you still worried about?"

Although he was wearing a helmet, the man seemed to notice the contact between Omer's fingers and the wall.

"Whether it is solved or not, there will be corresponding troubles. Do you understand? Shijia."

"Uh... You mean, this solves the problem that still bothers Luzas?"

"No."

"Eh?"

"To be precise, I really hope Luzas will give me some puzzles right now."

"Otherwise I'll have to face the puzzles of life."