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Chapter 1424 No.43 Treating People Instead of Using Medicine
Late March is when the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and it is also the time when the Spring Horse Triple Crown Canaan Cup is held.

After that, there are the more well-known classic triple crowns and three historical crowns.

The one-day holiday brought by an important G1 event should be relaxing, but such leisure only belongs to irrelevant people.

At least for people like Junchuan Jingsuo and Akikawa Yayoi, the next nine months will be a series of battles, and the work in the academy will undoubtedly be heavy.

Until then, they can only take a break with the approach of late winter and the arrival of early March.

It's quite amazing, even considering his qualifications, it can be considered a miracle.

If it is not a miracle, what kind of willpower can allow people to devote themselves to long-term work year after year, experience fatigue and pressure, and do this for more than ten years?

The past Omer is hard to understand.

Even if he were to sum it up with 'the passion to devote oneself to one's dream', he would still feel that it was a little unreal.

And now, after being busy at the end of last year and more than two months this year, although Omer Linton does not think that he can be compared with those two, he has at least narrowed the distance.

It is no longer a tiny dot in the distance that can be seen but is out of reach, but a silhouette that can be seen in the scenery ahead.

However, the clearer I saw, the deeper my awe, which I described as a "miracle", became.

As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, while insiders watch the door.

When you are just a pure layman, you just sigh that those masterpieces are so perfect that they seem not to be things of this world, and even use a single word "wow" to express all the exclamations and praises.

And when you enter the industry, the foggy vision should be dispelled, but there are some achievements that one cannot say "I could do that, too".

It only makes you understand more clearly how difficult those masterpieces are to replicate.

It was undoubtedly a miracle.

To Omer, those two were such legends and miracles that when he was invited to the second round of team building and was reminded that the attendees this time included the 'Green Devil' and the chairman.

There was no hesitation in his reply.

He would go of course, and only then realize it.

——So this is the day.

For the two people who almost grew up in the school, early March was one of the few peaceful days.

Days like this deserve some special ways of being spent.

For example, taking up a hobby that you had to give up because of work.

For example, contact relatives and friends who have no time to get together.

It is also like putting into practice the ideas that usually cross your mind but are not developed.

And so on and so forth.

Omer saw the updates of Director Akikawa's cat cafe when he was browsing Umastagram early in the morning. It was obvious that she was very satisfied with the decoration and service there, and she was even more satisfied that the cow cat that always lay on her hat had found a friend.

Maybe, the demon doesn't quite believe it.

After all, it sounds like a rich lady becoming friends with a prostitute.

Although it is a bit extreme to regard the cats in the cat cafe as prostitutes, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that Yayoi Akikawa shows what looks like a pretty good vacation spot.

And Miss Junchuan...

Miss Junchuan's latest update was three hours ago.

Judging from the red corner revealed in the photo, she must have been tied up and put into the car by Ms. Maruzenski, who wishes to remain anonymous, and Ms. Chiaki, the representative.

There was no follow-up for three hours, but there was some activity on Maruzenski's small account, which Omar had been following quietly.

Yes, and frequently. There were seven of them in three hours. The most recent one was about lamenting that his friend had regressed - he used to be able to sit in the passenger seat calmly, but now he can't help vomiting when sitting in the back seat.

Obviously, compared to the chairman's holiday choice, the green-clad secretary can only be described as tragic.

It is hard to say whether it was because he met the wrong person or was intercepted by bad friends, but judging from the silence on the other side, it can only be said that they were willing to fight and be beaten.

Omar, who also has some bad friends, understands that this kind of family and friend building, which seems to be a simple jail sentence to outsiders but is quite interesting to the parties involved, is just a matter of time. He just doubts how much resentment the secretary will vent over wine when he appears at the cocktail party later.

That was a great night.

Of course, the presence of immediate superiors and direct leaders in a gathering of trainers is itself a hidden danger, just like suddenly adding the head teacher and the dean of studies to the small class group during student days.

Omar didn't believe that Nishizaki, who had a lot of work experience, didn't realize this.

Maybe he had other plans, but Omer had no interest in finding out.

He just thought it was a good idea to let Miss Junchuan vent her emotions by drinking, after all, there was Maruzenski in front of her.

Excessive racing may not necessarily relax people. Instead, it may add pressure, covering up the originally happy mood with resentment that cannot be vented.

Yes, there is no way to vent.

Your friend specifically chooses your rest time to take you for a ride, hoping that this will make you relax a little. However, in the face of such good intentions, not many people can show their anger without any burden.

At least Omar believed that the green secretary would choose to tolerate it.

The most outstanding thing about a kind-hearted and skilled person is usually just three words:
Be aware of the general situation.

To put it more simply, it is driven by the understanding of the atmosphere.

To put it more simply, it is to accept all good intentions.

No matter what kind of good intention it is, whether it is helping someone in need, adding icing on the cake, or even doing something good with bad intentions... when others give to you, you should respond.

Just like the Airi Tacho of the past.

——Three o'clock in the afternoon, activity room.

Omer, who was supposed to be training in the VR training room with Tea House and Speed ​​​​Zon for the AI ​​Three Goddesses Challenge, was lying dead on the sofa.

It wasn't entirely because of the temptation of the sofa, but there was always a part of it that came from the soreness of his muscles, as if he had trained more than the horse girls under his command.

As the price of returning to human form prematurely from a little dragon and snake, this side effect is not difficult to accept.

Especially after experiencing the side effects in the past, Omer could only marvel at the fact that Tachyon could still have such normal research.

Then when she was threatened and ridiculed, she started taking new medicine.

Then Omer shut up.

I just lay quietly on the sofa and checked the updates, not thinking about how many kinds of medicines this still somewhat out-of-control horse girl had planned in her mind.

Even now, Omer still feels that experiments are far more attractive to her than training.

No matter which period, when faced with those basic repetitive mechanical movements, Eri Tachyon always complained bitterly and just wanted to go back to the laboratory.

But there is no need to say more. As a researcher, she knows that the data accumulation process is boring but necessary.

No matter how much they resist verbally, they will still go, and the trainer doesn't need to use any tricks.

Being able to know the big picture is also a virtue of Airi Suzuko, but this virtue is also the flaw that makes many people trap themselves and lose themselves.

When did she start?
Looking over the side of the screen that the terminal screen had transformed into, and looking at Elissako who was tinkering with nutritional supplements, Omar was not surprised that this horse girl could make such a positive potion. After all, he had seen her take care of Miss Yamato Akagi in the past.

Those medicines, both in terms of efficacy and side effects, were normal, so normal that they looked like medicines that could be bought in a pharmacy. This even made people around Miss Akagi doubt whether they were really made by Elise.

A mad scientist left the softness in his heart to a few relatives and friends - this kind of deeds, which are also recorded in various works, are still quite subtle when they appear around us.

But after so much time had passed, Omer had become accustomed to her extraordinary restraint and pure care for Miss Yamato Akagi.

Not to mention the connection between the souls of the racehorses, just seeing how Miss Yamato Akagi always innocently accepted the potion handed over by Suzuko, Omar also felt that it was normal that Suzuko could not do anything bad.

Such a beautiful and rare trust, how much do you need a guinea pig to take action against her?

The demon trainer was even somewhat grateful for the existence of Miss Akagi, especially in his recent situation.

Ms. Yamato Akagi might become an excellent nursing worker.

(End of this chapter)