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Chapter 1593 No. 209: As a trainer, everyone has something to do.

In the Holy Terra Federation, psychiatry has always been a weak link in the medical field, and this is no exception today.

But the reason why a shortcoming is a shortcoming is because it is a defect compared to other areas.

Compared with other medical fields that have already made great strides in terms of efficiency optimization and popularization, and have always made great strides towards shorter treatment courses and lower costs, psychiatry, which requires a long time and high costs, deserves such an evaluation.

But for most visitors from other worlds, the Federation's psychiatric technology is still a dream that is out of reach.

Even if the soul is damaged, the personality is split or even cracked, there are very systematic and complete ways to deal with it. Whether you are taboo about witchcraft and spells, or dissatisfied with those machines that scan memories and retrieve personalities, or even unhappy with some new devices that combine the two, you can always find acceptable treatment methods here.

It is precisely in such an era of flourishing flowers and contending schools of thought, with massive amounts of academic garbage produced every day and night, that places like the Gulanginiel Theater came into being.

Those guests, who relied on the hospital's technology and their own money to seek excitement and fresh feelings, not only supported all the members of the theater, but also supported the rapid development of the theater. While taking the lead in the field of contemporary horror drama, it further promoted the expansion of the horror comedy industry.

but……

Unlike the guests who can put aside their worries in their own way, it is difficult for the current horse racing ladies to arouse their interest in this regard.

In fact, let alone women, if you look at the entire human race, people who are keen on horror works are a minority.

Umamusume is no exception.

In addition, active horse racing girls have to undergo intensive training to prepare for the competition, and they cannot indulge themselves too much even on holidays.

Those few short years were their golden period of struggle. Although there were many horse girls willing to waste their time, or even a lot, they were generally concentrated in the local Tresen.

Most of the horse girls who find it difficult to stand out from the crowd, who see no hope of competition and are unable to be promoted to the center, adopt the path of giving up.

As for the Central School, being able to get there is a proof of one's talent, a proof that one has surpassed too many classmates. Under the premise that people around consciously emphasize this point, naturally there are very few students who would take the path of giving up.

After all, they are still little girls.

At such a young age, being in that dreamy and beautiful campus that countless adults are dedicated to maintaining, it is natural that there is no one who is discouraged. Everyone is full of fighting spirit to run and compete.

And such an overly stimulating project as the Gulanginiel Theater is obviously the type that girls avoid like the plague. Most of them will show obvious changes only after one year of working there.

The fighting spirit is more evident, or the stamina is insufficient, and the experience will have an impact.

Of course, since the usage is "mostly", there will naturally be the types of premature experiences and premature responses such as Manchester City Tea House, Ailisuko and Rice Bath.

Compared to those classmates who can only know the vastness of the world through online channels such as mobile phones and computers, but only regard those cruel and dark things as strange and bizarre, some pony girls have their own ways to contact the dark side outside the campus, and some pony girls simply feel the dangers and urgency because they are shrouded in misfortune.

But no matter what, such horse racing girls are more crazy/gloomy, aggressive/inferior, mature/one-sided than their colleagues, and they have entered the abnormal psychology that is not serious enough to go to the hospital but can grow freely and potentially breed.

Wait until the cello sound that permeates people's hearts and awakens obsession arrives...

There is no need for the NPCs that come with the stage to create dramatic conflicts; they themselves are excellent event creators.

Just like that moment——

"I can understand why Tea House pulled out two guns. After all, I was the one who helped her pick the imitation ebony and white ivory combination according to Bize's recommendation. But what's the situation with Miss Mi Yu?"

Standing far away in front of the railing of the rooftop, gazing at the rare sight of the two double-gunned Rens chasing after the ghost-calling Ren, Omar almost wanted to applaud the speed of Miss Speed ​​and Forest Treasure Cave.

"you ask me?"

Xiao Lu, who was standing next to him, pointed at himself in surprise.

"Who else should I ask?" Omar glanced at him.

"Just because I told you not to stop anything unless it's serious, are you just going to ignore the little girl under you?"

"How is that possible!" Xiao Lu immediately defended, "If it wasn't for Jemes-san speaking up, I would have gone to stop Mi Yu!"

"So where did she get those pistols?"

As Omar spoke, he glanced again at the muzzles of the guns that were spewing flames.

The fleeting shadow of the demon was proof that he had mobilized the power of demons to enhance his senses. At that moment of proof, the dark slits in his dark red eyes flickered like flames.

He could clearly see the silver bullet slowing down for a moment, and the graceful vine-like patterns on it.

The pattern was fully revealed as the bullet swirled and advanced, forming the evil-dispelling motto he had seen in the online religion class.

"It seems quite realistic..." He sighed with subtle emotion.

Although what is worth lamenting is not the outfit and gun, nor the lifelike reverse cross movement, but the fact that the extremely petite girl actually suppressed the madness in her heart that matched this posture...but the person next to her didn't realize it, right?
"Ah, what?"

Xiao Lu, who was still thinking with his hands on his head, raised his head when he heard the voice. He thought Omar was urging him and hurriedly explained: "I don't know, I just saw her entering the campus with Bourbon, and when I went over, they were already like this!"

"how long ago?"

"About..." Xiao Lu, who doesn't have the habit of checking his phone urgently, hesitated, "Thirteen minutes?"

"What is the window time for your observation?" Omar asked again.

He was not surprised that Xiao Lu missed the development of the situation. After all, he was the one who suggested to him not to walk side by side with the horse girls like other trainers did.

As for the possibility that the suppressed emotions in the heart of the horse girl are directly related to the trainer, Omer, as a person who has experienced it, will naturally remind the Crown Prince of the Galactic Empire, who is older than himself but pays less attention to things than himself.

Of course, considering the fact that this person seemed to have no knowledge in this area, he skipped the explanation and went straight to making suggestions.

Some people might have to find a reason, but Xiao Lu did it very straightforwardly.

But after it was over, Omer, who had many practical little spells and could use his excellent eyesight to make small angle adjustments to keep up with the scene, was obviously frustrated by this unskilled junior trainer.

—Like an old-fashioned detective tracking someone, following from a great distance and very conservatively.

Once something happens, you won’t be able to witness it first, and the result is what happens now.

Uh… observation window period…

"More than twenty seconds?"

Still with that uncertain tone, Omar activated the terminal, swiped the screen, and used the authority given to him as the driving force of this major project to contact the people behind the scenes.

[Moon Ring Snake: Are you there, Miss Arturo?]

[Prince of Hell: What? ]

[Moon Ring Snake: Miss Arturo is not here? ]

[Prince of Hell: This is the control room, not the orchestra. The orchestra has no time to respond to you. Can't you hear the background music still playing? ]

[Moon Ring Snake: In that case, please give me a real-time video playback]

[Prince of Hell: You? I don’t have the authority. Don’t bother me if you don’t have anything.

In other words, don’t waste your time.

[Moon krait:? 】

After simply swiping away the screen, Omar turned around and asked Xiao Lu: "Did you hear anything else? Like any familiar voices or names that appeared during your observation?"

The bad-tempered playwright actually added a seemingly friendly reminder at the end of his words, which immediately made him realize that he might have overlooked some clues related to himself.

"A familiar name? Oh!" Following the guidance, Xiao Lu immediately thought of the part that he had previously thought was unimportant and had not been mentioned.

"I remember that they seemed to have greeted President-san!"

"..."

"But what's wrong with President-san? It shouldn't matter to her in a theater like this, right? Even I have no problem with this."

"No, it's a big problem." Omar lowered his head slightly and twisted his nose.

"what?"

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about her. You should continue to monitor Mi Yu. Remember to keep your distance and only intervene when you feel you must."

It's good to vent your anger right now by chasing after someone quickly. You won't die anyway, so it's good to vent. But when your trainer appears in your field of vision, it may not just be about shooting.

Many people have more than one repressed emotion in their hearts, and to vent it out they need an opportunity and guidance.

People can also become that guide, especially someone who appears suddenly. The moment they come into your sight, you will look at them and then think about things related to them.

However, these explanations were too long, so Omar turned around and tried to leave. Then Xiao Lu looked at him and couldn't help asking, "What about you?"

"I have to deal with that time when I have to interfere."