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NO.191 Constraints

The chestnut-haired horse girl has always believed that the Master does not understand horse girls, but she also believes that he does understand horse girls.

This seemingly logically conflicting perception has always been imprinted in the mind of this cyber horse girl, and she has never been confused.

He could trust his own judgment which was flatly rejected by the previous trainer, and make a new training plan based on his own ideas. This was undoubtedly a kind of trust, which was the most important kind of trust in the relationship between a horse girl and a trainer.

Even in daily life, more of his words and concern were directed to Team members Hayabusa, Tea House, and Aori, and Bourbon could understand that it was also a kind of trust in himself.

Because he is not as jumpy as Team Souko's team members, nor does he show off with the most meaningless but conspicuous words like Team Aori, the Master is very confident in himself, second only to Team Tea House's team members.

The members of the Tea House team are indeed special.

She has a very petite figure and a very deep voice, like a small animal pretending to be mature. She has a kind of cuteness that Tamamo-san calls contrast.

In fact, she is indeed like a little animal, always sticking to the Master but not being a burden to him.

Such tea party members are indeed very likable. Thinking of her past where she was alienated and marginalized, Bourbon himself couldn't help but feel a little concerned.

Not to mention the Master...

So in the eyes of Bourbon Miura, the members of the Tea House team are special.

Although she has no problems that deserve extra care, she is cute and well-behaved enough, and can easily do some intimate things to the Master that can go unsaid - this is something that neither Hayabusa nor Aori can do.

As for myself...

I am taller and bigger than Team Member Aiori, and my body shape and height are totally different from those of petite and thin. Any intimate actions I make towards the Master will be avoided in advance.

At first, she thought it was just a coincidence because the trainer's evasive movements were so calm and natural. Mi Yu's approval gave her more confidence, until later Tamamo pointed out this fact.

She felt a little disappointed, but considering the situations of Team members Hayabusa and Aori, she didn't really care.

At least I still have the permanent treatment of being patted on the head.jpg
The Master is not stingy with his recognition and encouragement, nor is he stingy with his concern and trust. The expression is in his daily words and actions, from which he can understand his emotions of being always misunderstood.

She can also feel the care she wants.

From him he could discover his own stubbornness which was always ignored.

In Miura Bourbon's memory, this was something only his father and mother could do in the past.

Even Miyu and Tamamo began to gradually enter this field with the help of the 'Miura Bourbon Instructions Manual' shared by the Master.

This field, called "Micro-expressions of Miura Bourbon", is becoming increasingly marginalized today, because it has increasingly stepped out of the past, out of the framework influenced by habits and soul, and has begun to express its demands and clarify its feelings more clearly.

She knew exactly who this was because of.

For a long time, this chestnut-haired horse girl believed, as she had boldly said to her friends, that the Master was like a father figure, and that just by patting his head he could awaken her childhood memories and bring back a trace of peace of mind and satisfaction.

It is the little peace of mind that comes from having family around, and the little satisfaction that comes from receiving praise.

It is precisely because she views her trainer in this way that she appears to be the quietest when the teammates around her are acting strangely and making stupid moves one after another.

It seemed as if he had taken over the initial impression of the teahouse, being so taciturn that he didn't fit in with his teammates.

She was once considered by Airi Hayabusa as a filler player, thinking that she could at least cooperate with everyone's tactics and play a role in participation, but no matter what, with her sinful body (Hakuko's words) and her trainer's favorability that was almost the same as Chazuo's (Aori's sister's words), it was a good thing for her not to participate in the war.

——When everyone thought this, what was she thinking?

She wanted to continue like this, to gain constant peace of mind and satisfaction.

She was naturally very clear that the trainer was not her father, because her real father had been in good health in her hometown helping her mother grow flowers and farm. Whenever she had time to go home, she could feel the more practical fatherly love and care of the whole family.

But in this case, what exactly do I want more peace of mind and satisfaction from my trainer?

She couldn't come to a conclusion based on her own thinking, but unlike her three silent teammates, she was the type who could speak up and ask questions when she didn't understand something.

That's enough.

Although the four of them were all isolated and friendless at the beginning, with the direct or indirect guidance of the trainer, each of them now has more than two friends. The only difference is what they are willing to share with their friends.

Some people are too embarrassed to do so, some are too embarrassed to do so, and some think that this is just dumping black mud and should not be done.

But the mechanical horse girl doesn't care about that.

So in the end, she would come to some conclusions, which she was not sure whether they were correct or not, but which were highly consistent in essence, from the trembling of Mi Yu or the shock of Tamamo Cross.

It was a conclusion that made her stunned, and then relieved.

This was also the conclusion that made her and her two teammates start to become absent-minded when they heard the captain's performance sharing.

She wanted to express it, but it might cause "trouble" to the trainer... Only then did she finally understand some of the team members' past worries, but now was not the time to worry about this.

Because the trainer and I have also made an appointment with the Aizhi team members.

Trust your trainer, and then trust yourself.

Trust your steps.

Under the dim light, mechanical limbs extended from both sides of the dressing table, picked up the parts of the winning suit she placed on the table, and scanned, switched, and combined the unique fibers and lightweight alloys in mid-air.

Believe in the new you.

Under the twinkling stars in the darkness, cross-star-shaped dark gold pendants are attached one by one, forming a double-breasted waist pattern, and then drawing the same shining cross-star pattern on the shoulders.

Trust the deep darkness.

Dreamy water vapor, strange vortices, multiple eyeballs and entangled limbs, and people and cats whose outlines are faintly reflected in the darkness. The bizarre and somewhat terrifying scene is an endless dream.

Trust the accuracy of calculations.

Rigorous weaving and precise cutting gathered together again on the coat that seemed to represent rationality. Countless scattered characters combined into precise formulas in mid-air, surrounding the guidance of her fingers. It could be vaguely seen that words that were not just numbers and symbols were also combining, turning into words that had been spoken to a certain demon.

No need to elaborate, no need to say more.

Reflected in the mirror was the fighting spirit that was no longer concealed by each of them, heading towards the goal that was agreed upon.

(End of this chapter)