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Chapter 1395 No. 14: The fighting spirit spreading everywhere
The next day, afternoon.

The training ground in Central Tresen.

Omer was marking today's training schedule on the trainer's tablet, and the black-haired girl who had already changed into sportswear and her chestnut-red-haired companion looked at the other two and couldn't help but come over to greet them.

"...Trainer..."

"Hmm?" The busy trainer moved his tablet slightly to glance at her, then continued to scroll the screen, "I'm listening, you talk."

"…I want to ask, should we…cancel the training?" Teahouse turned his head and glanced at his two teammates, "Hayuko and Orihime-san, they don't seem to be in good condition."

"That's true," Omar said as she raised her eyes to the two people who were lagging behind Bourbon. Hayabusa and Aori were walking slowly and it was obvious that they were not in high spirits. "But whether they can cancel it or not is up to them to ask."

The first day of school should be very relaxing.

Even those horse girls who do not need training and have not signed a trainer will be immersed in various emotions such as seeing their classmates and teachers again, getting new teaching materials, and moving back to the dormitory.

You may even encounter a trainer who is lying in wait on the road, sign a contract to become a magician...become an active athlete, and embark on the road of formal training.

Yes, during the nearly one week after school starts, the newly recruited central trainers will be refreshed everywhere.

After all, if you can’t even sign a responsibility agreement, you’ll be kicked out after having worked so hard to get in.

The first week is the golden time period, and the second week is already on the verge of packing up and leaving. Although there are countless horse girls in the school who are eager to start their active careers, the careful selection of trainers is a topic that countless predecessors, relatives and friends talk about all the time.

It is only natural to terminate the contract if things go wrong.

While these fellow trainers have already entered the first test, trainer Omer has already entered the realm of a veteran - training on the first day, something that only an old hand is qualified to do.

But honestly speaking, not adjusting on the first day of training, staying up late, migraines and so on... are also inevitable experiences for the elderly.

——Insomnia before the first day of school, this condition, which is like the symptoms of elementary school students on a spring outing, is also common among Tresson’s JKs.

Then some people enjoy it invisibly.

Omer, who has already achieved twice the old man's starting achievement before his professional career even started for a year, is not sure whether he has achieved it in his life.

All he could say was that things had come to this point and he had to accept his fate. Those who refused to adjust could be sent to play, those who stayed up late could be sent to rest, and those with migraines could be sent to the infirmary... It was not impossible for him to make such arrangements, after all, the expectations for the first day of training were not high.

Even with enthusiasm for the start of school, it is more likely to be directed towards classmates with whom he has a good relationship rather than towards training. Omer has considered this situation and designated the fourth version of the training plan. Even if he misses the day, he can switch to the sixth version and make up for it in subsequent training.

But just like he said, the prerequisite is that those two people stop.

Speed: "What! Stop training? No way!!"

Zhi: "I refuse."

See it.

Omar looked towards the tea table with a caring look.

This child, who was as carefree as Bourbon these days, even came to Dreamland less frequently in January this year, as if to take care of himself and Ling Gang's relationship, so that Ning Jing could run to Omer's place to show off endlessly that Sunday, putting on an attitude of "You have fallen out of favor, but the teahouse still likes me more!"

Quite stupid.

It's a pity that she is not a dog enough, otherwise Omer would be willing to pass on the stupid dog name he gave to Lapland to her.

"Silly horse" didn't sound very smooth and was easily associated with more general and offensive words, so Omar finally gave up.

But then again, even though Chazue was such a good child, and like Bourbon, she lived in the office for a while but would go back to visit her parents regularly, but these days, when Omar saw her, he still felt a little nervous unconsciously.

This is obviously not due to the shame of some people who often avoid children to trigger emotional events with their girlfriends during cohabitation.

The word "still" is intended to explain that this subconscious reaction is no different from the abnormality more than two months ago.

The essence of this tension is stress.

It is a warning.

It was a warning that forced him to continue paying attention to the changes in the suitability of the teahouse and Gatanjea.

It was his rejection of the seemingly ambiguous purpose in the gaze of those calm, pale golden eyes.

The change of the teahouse, or in a deeper sense, the word should be used to describe it: "rebirth".

The process is still going on, and he is still observing.

Although he should have asked his relatives and friends when observing this phenomenon, Zhou Ri Ningjing, as a heavy tea lover, often didn't know the answers to Omar's questions. Occasionally, he could answer a few questions, but they were completely off the point, as if he didn't feel that the teahouse had changed at all. Such blind family love forced him to turn his attention to Hayako and Aori. The latter was still vague, but the former's answer was too clear.

It's so clear that it's hard not to suspect that some of the views are too personal.

Biased information should not be used as a reference, but it is not Omer's style to discard it, especially since the answer actually corresponds to his own special feelings.

A desire to observe the darkness, a desire to witness the evolution in the darkness, or even a pursuit of witnessing the moonlight... Omar is actually very inclined to this point of view, but the process is still going on and it is not appropriate to make hasty conclusions.

As a trainer, as a trainer of several horse girls, you have to take on the responsibility of paying attention to the mental changes of several horse girls at the same time. This responsibility naturally brings not only burden, but also the impact of the mental changes themselves on the performance of the horses.

Omer doesn't care about the changes in the interests and hobbies of his girls within the scope permitted by law. After all, for teenagers whose values ​​have not yet been truly formed, change is inevitable, and all a trainer can do is guide them rather than interfere.

So he was not in a hurry to find a teahouse to talk.

While the teahouse was observing him, he was also observing the teahouse - and naturally, he would not miss the other people under his command.

"In that case, we'll have to see how effective Miss Speedy's mental potion is."

After putting the tablet in his hand into the bracelet, Omar clapped his hands and walked closer, then asked curiously: "Can it have the effect of rejuvenation on you too?"

"Logically it's impossible. The rejuvenation effect is entirely due to your strange racial characteristics." Suzuko curled his lips.

She didn't change into sportswear at all, but instead wore her tailor-made white coat made of a specific material. She took off the two cork test tubes that looked like decorations at first glance from the fixed straps on the waist of the coat.

"Unless the original style also covers similar effects, that thing varies from person to person, and there is still no definite conclusion until now."

She pulled out the cork cleanly and neatly, which normally was difficult to do with force and had to be done with caution for fear of spilling. Miss Suzuko, who seemed to have amazing finger strength, also handed a bottle to her cunning companion.

"Here! If you don't want to interfere with your training and don't want to risk getting injured, just drink it up in one gulp! These are the last two bottles. If you waste them, I'll have to make them now."

"It's outrageous that you still have two bottles. Do you still have a lot of the potion that turns you into a guinea pig?"

"Guinea Pig, who would actively ask me for these medicines, is qualified to say this? I've wanted to ask you for a long time, have you been so busy in the last month that you need to drink mental medicine?"

Staring at the trainer with his dark red eyes, whose expression remained unchanged, Suzi took steps forward, approaching him with an almost sticky distance, causing the trainer to recoil and take half a step back.

"You're not using my potion to do anything incomprehensible, are you?"

"Of course not. There is no such thing as nonsense."

The trainer's answer was neither humble nor arrogant, and even the researcher could not see anything unusual.

However, some people still refused to give in.

"For example, use my potion to turn into a little guinea pig to satisfy the strange hobbies of those women."

"Then... where does that weird hobby come from? It's not nice to talk about others without permission."

"You hesitated! You hesitated for a second!"

"I just didn't expect Miss Tachyon's way of thinking to be so amazing."

"You're lying! You're just using your hard work to have fun! You're terrible! You're a scumbag!"

"Proposal: Let's train with this aura."

Bourbon, who had been watching it for a long time, started by complaining about this small theater that looked like a 8 o'clock drama and attracted a lot of attention from nearby.

“…I think so too. You look much more energetic.” Aiori nodded subtly, but still held the reagent in her hand. She hesitated for a moment, then raised her head and took a gulp.

"What do you mean! You should join me...? Have you gotten a little shorter?"

"……" Looking at her larger cuffs, Aimu Orihime lowered her head again. Unlike usual, she could easily see the ground outside her chest.

"Oh! It seems to be useful!"

Suzuko quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket and appeared to be taking notes.

"The overdeveloped body of the masochistic guinea pig is not even as good as mine. Has it degenerated in all aspects? Do you want to try it next, Mr. Bourbon?"

"I reject."

Bourbon's answer was not at all mechanical.