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Chapter 1640 NO.257: I can't bear to hold on to the bag's emotions without cutting it!
Although the act itself had profound implications, it took only seconds to execute.

When Cheng Tian Bairen's nagging worries did not turn into actual words of confession, Omer Linton could only see that the other person had some concerns that he was unwilling to share.

Considering that which is unconsciously directed toward oneself during thinking, that matter is probably still related to oneself.

What could that be?
Omer is always good at combining the intelligence he observes with people, and then unraveling the intersections between people, which will also form one aspect of a story.

He was able to rely on more observations and inferences to complete that side, covering the back side that could not be seen by observation alone, and gradually piece together the full picture of the story.

This is why he always thinks more than he says, and why, although he always puts efficiency first, he is still very patient at times - because most of the time, this series of processes takes time.

It takes time to accumulate more information, verify assumptions, eliminate errors, and re-establish ideas. For Omer Linton, this process itself is never boring.

While it allows him to further understand others, it also constantly refreshes his understanding of the world made up of these people.

This endless sense of novelty is his interest, and it is also the potential sense of gain that makes him willing to come into contact with any unique, extreme, or even criminal person.

These are all resources that can enrich your experience, knowledge, and enable you to have a more comprehensive understanding of society and the world.

It is also a forging stone that can make you as much better as possible than you were yesterday.

And in the twenty years of accumulation in his life, he has achieved some results.

I can already predict "certain people's" personality, interpersonal relationships, life, and even their recent work and some brief experiences based on a brief observation, which is like the means of the protagonist in a detective novel.

But there are still only a few results.

Because those "certain people" themselves are a very small range, a range that can be defined as [mediocrity].

I go to work, go to work, and have a uneventful daily life. My thinking follows inertia and my ideas are ordinary. If I can persist for decades or even hundreds of years, then this mediocrity can be transformed into something extraordinary, but before that, mediocrity is just mediocrity.

It is not worth being happy about seeing through what these people are thinking. Their thinking and behavior are so templated that they are like the novice teaching levels and are not worth mentioning, although most people in society are groups that fluctuate in this state. In other words, mastering this step is enough to make your life smooth enough and your career stable enough.

But that assumes you are also mediocre.

This is obviously a paradox.

Because if you are a mediocre person, you will not be able to develop such habits and abilities, and if you are not a mediocre person, you will not always associate with mediocre people.

And this is the reality that Omer Linton lives in.

He lives in a world where entertainment, work, and cases are intertwined and everything seems to change rapidly. He also comes into contact with people whose ages do not hinder their extraordinary experiences and are difficult to view with common sense.

Naturally, he cannot be satisfied with the current accumulation.

It would be better to say that his current accumulation is indeed far from enough to cope with the current situation.

Even though the efficiency of filling the biggest gap in Omer's "database" has improved by leaps and bounds thanks to the multiple women in the family, the client groups represented by the two jobs of central trainers and mercenary agencies still show an extraordinary diversity.

That is the diversity that he still cannot cope with today, partly because of his own instability as a Umamusume fan and a loyal fan of certain old Triple Crown winners.

How much is achievable?

Not only the girls in the high school department, but those in the adult department also seemed to have made up their minds. In recent weeks, their attitudes, styles, and even their overall way of dealing with people were very different from the past.

It's hard not to realize.

This overly coincidental timing reflects the existence of some kind of consensus of mutual understanding, and even earlier, when Sirius bluntly expressed his feelings, he realized that his fan filter was the root of misjudgment.

But he had no solution.

He couldn't precisely edit his memory to restore himself to the factory design of 'not a Umamusume fan', nor could he break the fan filter based on his subjective thoughts. He could only try his best to extract the characteristics of the idols he wanted to analyze when necessary, and deduce them on people without filters, in order to perform relatively normally.

That's obviously not very reliable.

If the extracted features are incomplete, the gap between simulation and reality will lead to many errors and omissions in the speculation.

In this way, Omer was like revisiting the early stages of his life, returning to a state where he was not very confident in all his speculations, and could not even tell at a glance what the other person was thinking. He just temporarily wrote down the results during the process of observation and thinking, and then focused on the present. "…Trainer."

"You said."

He looked towards the tea table that was approaching at that moment. It was the epitome of the high school group horse girls that Omer needed to pay attention to at the same time.

Stepping into the most intense competition too early, facing the collapse of ideals too early, and realizing too early that you are not everything in the world.

The world will not even respond to you immediately when you call, because other people are also calling.

——Among them, the situation of Manchester City Tea House is even relatively good.

Because she didn't set the Classic Triple Crown as her [goal setting] from the beginning like Miura Bourbon did.

In the entire team, she had the most casual attitude towards running.

I don’t have any dreams that must be realized on the field, I have never thought about seeking perfection in running, and I don’t have an urgent obsession to win a trophy for anyone.

She was just chasing a shadow.

Chasing a shadow that a 'friend' had shown her, that always seemed to be running ahead.

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Like a spiral, every time she thought she had caught up, 'she' would appear in front of her again, wearing similar clothes and having a similar outline to her, as if explaining her future self.

It's like it's telling you that you'll run here, and that's where you're supposed to be, making it hard for you to stop chasing, and you won't be satisfied even if you win.

Whether in training or in previous competitions, 'she' will be there.

With a lead that was difficult to catch up with, she could only barely keep pace with it with her last burst of energy at the end of the game, and in the eyes of others, it was almost the same as the black shadow she summoned with her inherent talent.

But at the Gaoyueshang and Far East Derby.

It was hard for her to see 'her'.

She was drowned by too many players in front of her, and was covered and overlapped by her teammates running in front of her. Only in the final stage when the entire group of players was torn apart and scattered at different distances could she lock on to her location. Then, while following closely but rarely surpassing, she missed the championship twice.

She failed to surpass her 'friend', but watched those people running past. The humiliation she felt made her silent far more than the trophy she had handed over to someone else, and she indulged in countless irrepressible fantasies in the silence.

Extreme, dangerous, directed towards others, directed towards oneself, in the end it all came to a simple but crucial summary from the trainer.

——It’s just an outpost, just the beginning.

Although there is some deviation in the understanding of failure, its core meaning is enough to provide a breakthrough for those fantasies.

She could also understand the anticipation of her classmate towards the forest treasure cave.

After all, unlike Tachyon who only takes someone into consideration when they have something to ask of him, Manchester City Tea House has always been observing and watching the people around him, even if they don't seem to have any intersection with him.

She had seen the treasure cave of her classmate, and had also been impressed by his arrogance, which was so self-confident and arrogant that he seemed to be on a different path from Suzuko, but was exactly the same.

But the trainer probably doesn't want to see a Manchester City teahouse that is hard to imagine and worth 2.58 million, but the kind of perseverance that dares to challenge everyone in the test match even when being surpassed by others...

Manchester City Tea House is very clear and can tell the difference, but...

What are these seniors doing?
Seeing these college seniors, seniors from several years ago, coming to interfere with her intensively and even harassing the trainer during these days when she urgently needed to make up for the lessons, even a gentle person like her could not help but feel angry. She took the initiative to apply to join and run on the same track with those seniors whom she respected very much, frequently cutting off their interactions with the trainer.

...Do they know what they are doing? Have you ever seen... a real trainer?

With such anger, she was the representative in the two-person training ground deliberately created by Hayabusa and Aori, dragging the trainer's slightly distracted attention.

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Personally, I can't stand it any more!/I can't bear it any more!

The main character's catchphrase