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Chapter 1552 No.169: The hell is ahead

The Sirius symbol comes uninvited.

Although these adult horse girls were uninvited to the four high school girls, Sirius Symbol came here on her own even though no one had sent her a message.

There was no one in the activity room or the training ground. She didn't need to think, she thought of this place subconsciously, thinking of this training ground funded by a symbolic family and with advanced technology and equipment.

The vice president here did not resist at all and responded to her confirmation very calmly: Omer is indeed training here with a team of horse girls.

Maybe it's because she's also a horse girl with a trainer... Although Sirius is a little confused about the other party's cooperation, he doesn't think that she is afraid of his last name.

Although the Symbolist family is the investor of this training ground, Sirius does not actually have much power in the Symbolist family and can only use his surname to bluff the people below.

It was unrealistic to bluff a vice president, but it didn't matter. She immediately activated the tribe's directional teleportation and rushed over. She waved goodbye to the fox girl who came to pick her up, and then went straight to the training room which was exactly the same as the last time.

Ha, they are all here!
At this moment, it was hard to tell that Sirius' smile was not an angry laugh.

A few days ago she was kicked out of the music party (she thought so), and today she saw that she was not invited to join this competition.

[We'll settle the score later! ]

There was no point in speaking in a low voice in an environment where everyone was either horse girls or demons. He simply typed a line of words and sent the Sirius symbol to the group, approaching everyone's unnatural expressions with 'joy'. Then he heard the trainer, who had just looked like a little corgi, suddenly raise his hand.

Huh?
Did I create an opportunity for him?

Living up to the name of Sirius, she was always extremely sensitive to such invasive actions. She immediately understood the current situation and realized that her presence had become a springboard for the other party to use.

Ha... She smiled contentedly in her heart, because the Corgi was just an appearance, and the man was still the one that was difficult to tame. He would break out of the cage if he got the chance, completely deviating from the nature of the canine family.

Unlike before, the Sirius symbol, who is keen on dog training and often understands some universal truths from it, is always willing to believe that the boundary between humans and dogs is not that clear.

She believed that there was nothing that could not be tamed, and that failure occurred only because the four elements of training - time, whip, food and instructions - were not enough.

But such a stance may also be reversed, which is what she realized in her thinking over the past few days - she was being tamed in turn, by this cunning snake.

But so what?

The horror of domestication lies in the fact that even if you realize it, there is still a lack of resistance in your heart.

You may think that this may be easier, this may be smoother, and perhaps this is what you are pursuing, even if this is the result of another will making you sink.

Do you really want to destroy all this with your rebellious mentality?

"Follow your own mind, Sirius."

"what?"

After the other party told about a high school junior named Forest Treasure Cave, and talked about her achievements in withstanding pressure which sounded quite strong, while the group of people were silent at first and then gathered together to chat about something, Sirius, who was leaning aside and poking at his phone and pointing fingers at others from a moral high ground, was greeted by a word from Omar when he suddenly approached.

She frowned almost immediately.

"I only cultivated your dependence on me, but those achievements were indeed obtained by the Sirius symbol, whether it was the one inside or the one standing in front of me."

"So no matter what you choose, you do have this achievement and the power to achieve it."

"So?" Sirius raised an eyebrow, "At this point, you want me to forget what I said? To let go of what you did to me?"

"No, I just want you to make a decision after I tell you everything. To be honest, my demands and will are very simple." Omar said, looking back at her rose-red eyes calmly: "I want you to get what you want, and the premise is that you win the championship. Because of this, I hope you can all focus on training itself, because each of us is a pursuer, even Rudolph, who has the highest overall evaluation."

This thought had been lingering in his mind for a long time, but he only said it out today. It was not because he had waited for some special opportunity, but simply because he felt it would be too late if he didn't speak out directly.

The observation just now sounded the alarm for him. If he didn't say such things, if the most unbelievable possibility was really true, he would have to face a lot of overly emotional horse racing girls.

From a training perspective, this is probably the worst possible scenario.

He could run, but if his state kept jumping back and forth between being totally in harmony and being perfectly in harmony, even he wouldn't be able to stand it.

Although this might just be an illusion, the risk of it not being an illusion was obviously something he could not afford.

In fact, as he finished speaking without drawing a silent barrier, he caught a glimpse of several pairs of horses' ears in the distance reacting to varying degrees, but he did not see them looking directly at him, nor did he hear them calling out from afar...

This reaction is like an increasing weight, tilting the scales of speculation further towards the incredible possibility.

"At this stage, none of us have the confidence to win, so we need to devote ourselves to training and running, instead of thinking about worries and fantasies that waste time."

"Just when I'm training and running?" Sirius looked at him with a half-smile.

It was clear that she had a rather unhappy expression just now, but when these words came out, it seemed to hit her funny spot.

"What? You think it's easy?" Omar looked at Sirius with a grin, "Just devoting yourself to training and running is an achievement that most horse girls can't really achieve."

"Ah, indeed, that's certainly not easy, but I guess what you mean is that you have no problem with what we think except when we're training and running? Or to be more practical, if we do it, shouldn't you also design some rewards?"

She used the word 'we'.

This doesn't mean that she has forgiven her sisters for backstabbing her, but rather she is using everyone else's name to raise the flag.

Regardless of whether this banner is useful or not, her words were obviously too direct.

"I'm a trainer, not a handler, Sirius."

The demon looked at Sirius, who set the trap without hiding it, with a caring look, just like looking at a naughty child.

"This is not a domestication process where you are rewarded for doing well. The dream belongs to you. I don't ask you to achieve it. Everything you get is a reward."

"Tsk."

This is probably what it feels like when a fish doesn't bite and you hang a piece of paper saying "your bait sucks". Sirius smacked his lips, glanced at the horse girls behind Omar, and asked after moving his eyes slightly, "You mean the relationship between you and us is just a contractual one between horse girls and trainers, not even friends?"

"How do you understand this?"

"How about this? Your friend realized his dream and achieved an incredible accomplishment, and you have no expression of gratitude at all?"

"That's another matter," said Omer.

"That's what we're talking about! If one of those guys really wins the Triple Crown, what are you going to say? You can't just say congratulations or give him a meal, right?"

"..."

Why not? Of course I will also wrap a few gifts... This is on the tip of his tongue, but he can't say it out loud, because he can feel the obvious gaze and the burning expectation.