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Chapter 544 NO.127 The Woman Who Uses Her Talents for Tricks

Teresan's horse girls are all distinct personalities, because their talents and pride are deeply rooted in that personality.

That personality is not only cared for by the family, but also tolerated by the school, and will be guided by excellent trainers, gradually showing the outline of talent.

But not all horse girls are suitable for such staged growth.

For example, a good opera lady who had been in the theater before graduation and became a well-known singer in the Interstellar Theater after graduation.

It's also like a certain Jincheng classmate who is still in the prime of his career, but has already been a famous cover character of a fashion magazine.

Are there any really smart classmates who have millions of fans and have already become Twitter's "selfie angels" before entering the career path?

What they have in common is that 'premature awakening'.

After skipping the stages, he discovered his talents other than running, and consciously cultivated the flowers that make him bloom like a race.

In the end, the third-year student was not even old enough to officially run on the field.

Compared with things like "carrying talents", whether they can "recognize" their existence in advance and put in effort to this is the key to their excellence.

Very few racehorses do this, because most of them are so preoccupied with running and worrying about whether an overdeveloped hobby will get in the way of running itself.

As young people, as students, they have their own hobbies, and they have skills that can do well in certain fields—like the DJ technology of Datuo Sun God, the magic research of Dongshang Transformation, and the holy sword of desert heroes affinity.

Even the Manchester Teahouse, a high-achieving student of spirituality who went home to visit his relatives, realized that his psychic physique was uniquely endowed in the discipline of origin energy only after Sunday Tranquility took the initiative to guide him.

——At that time she was in the second year of junior high school.

Prior to this, a dark Sunday who modified his own existence and did not want to have any involvement with his family was still debating whether he should appear in front of the teahouse.

Therefore, it is very rare and rare for the group of horse racing girls to discover their talents outside of horse racing early and work hard to develop them to a professional level.

After all, they take the race too seriously.

Even if there are a few exceptions, they are mostly influenced by the people around them.

When you were born as a horse race girl, you have a unique instinct for how to run faster, you can feel the dopamine when the strong wind blows, you can watch the horse race girl's race as soon as you turn on the TV, and watch countless spectators support the runners. cheer--

——And the friends around, relatives and elders, even parents will say: Do you want to go to Teresen?When trying to compete...

It's hard not to take the race seriously.

And the horse race is an extremely competitive competition.

You have to spend a lot of time and effort in training here, so much that you can only have hobbies, not jobs.

You may give up on yourself, you may have enough self-confidence, or your job is like a model-the preparation and study time are as light as your interests, and the more important thing is to maintain your body-and this also coincides with the preparation of the horse race girl.

Of course, this is not too much. Although the horse girls all have the stage of the winner, it does not mean that all the horse girls are willing to show their faces.

A certain Miss Mi Yu would feel nervous and even flustered even when her picture appeared in a magazine promoting a new horse girl.

So - this kind of horse racing girl who spends her time and energy outside of the race is really rare.

While others were still fluttering with rough wings, they had already replaced with turbine engine propellers.

But the horse girls mentioned above are not in Homa's social circle.

He only had one-sided understanding, even one-sided acquaintance.

But he also has to admit that there is still a horse race girl with unique insight in his circle of friends.

And that racehorse girl is called Aili Tachyko.

She is his horse-racing lady.

It was also the culprit that made him 15 centimeters shorter.

He is only 168 now!
Family members, who knows!
Bottle after bottle of thieves' nasty reagents, he thought that the side effect was just a choice between glowing and blackening, at worst there would be heaven and hell, but the result was that his whole body was so painful that his eyes almost went black, but after the blackening, he was in good spirits Now, open your eyes again and stand up to see,
Akane seems to have gotten taller.

or……

It's me getting shorter.

"168," Bourbon said blankly, standing in front of the weighing scale, with the ruler on Homa's head.

Although the tone of voice still remained the same, Omer could hear some differences.

Although the habitual emotionless tone is close to the shocked dull tone, there is also a substantial difference.

For this girl, there was a sudden feeling that when she was still watching Gundam in the living room while doing her homework, she was suddenly called up to help with the test—she thought she really wanted to do some experimental assistance, so she washed her hands and came up.

then…

Then I saw this trainer who was not much taller than himself.

"Please confirm, which age group does the value of Master correspond to?" She turned her head and asked.

"Probably in the early 16s," the vampire adoptive father, who was still floating on the light screen in the air in public mode, didn't roll to play games, was trying to dig out his memory, "It's not too far away, boys develop later than girls, this kid That's right, it was only last year that I started to jump, and I didn't expect that the awakened bloodline would be longer this year, and it just broke through 1.8 meters."

Then the boy raised his head and said in a row: "Do you have any opinions? Shouldn't you be playing games? Won't your NPC teammates spray you for hanging up?"

"You're in a hurry," the electronic adoptive father said with a smile, delighted with the boy's reaction, "don't be in a hurry."

"No rush, I should put you in the recycle bin if I'm in a hurry."

"That's true, you can really do it."

The adoptive father recognized this newborn level, nodded and looked at the twitching brows of the adopted son, and said: "You are still in a hurry."

"It's rebellious," Omer replied very simply, "My rebellious heart returns with the youth of my body, and now I just think you are annoying."

"You brat," "Tachon, how long will my side effects last?"

The 'young man' who made up his mind to ignore his father still asked the horse girl as usual, the difference was that his voice was a little clearer and a bit hoarse.

And the small instrument with a linked lens was scanning Omer's culprit, and when he heard that, he showed a slightly malicious smile: "Speak politely to the junior high school sister, guinea pig~!"

"What side effects? You don't think getting smaller is a side effect, do you?"

"?" Omer, who was gently pulling the loose T-shirt and poking into the neckline to confirm the results of the early exercise, suddenly raised his head upon hearing this.

"But I heard you say it's a by-product."

"The by-product is also a stable product that has undergone secondary processing!" Ms. Ari Suko, who is a professional researcher, said this with considerable credibility.

This horse girl is just a job short of her real career.

There is no shortage of certificates, otherwise the school would not let her misappropriate special equipment.

But for Omer, the words only serve as a reason for him to stare at each other.

After confirming that the other party was not joking during that long stare, he turned his head to look at Qian who looked guilty beside him.

Hmm, looks guilty.

"Sorry, little snake..."

He even simulated a crying voice, but the crying voice is an act of excessive force. Omer was not unconscious when he drank the medicine, and he could hear the phrase "seems to be good".

So he simply looked back at Tachyon without looking back.

"When will it be restored?"

"You can just sleep." Tachyon shrugged.

"Get your spirit back healthy enough to squeeze back those energies that don't belong to your soul."

"Going to sleep?"

"..."

hum~~!

Omer waved his hand silently, and hit the communication connection button on the screen.

(End of this chapter)