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Chapter 867 NO.238: A conversation that only Sunday Serenity can’t understand
On the surface of the Jiemen District, in front of the ZS City Racecourse, an armored aerial vehicle with the association's logo was slowly landing.

"We're here, Contestant Orihime."

When the driver issued such a greeting, the first person to react was Ma Jirei, who was sitting next to the admiring Orihime.

"Oh~"

Although she was a horse girl, it was the first time in her life that she had arrived at a racecourse outside the mansion. When she looked up at the majestic building from the window, she naturally exclaimed in surprise.

When I looked back, I saw that my roommate was still sitting there, with his eyes on his knees as before, but not focused on anything.

It's like being in a fuzzy state.

"You admire Orihime?"

The driver of the association also noticed this. When he raised his voice and tried to wake the other party, he saw that the student Ma Niang beside him had already opened the door.

"Mr. Driver, Karen will take Ayabe-chan away from now on."

With a soft and obedient smile, the child directly took the hand of the player who admired Orihime and waved in front of her sight.

"Ayabe-chan, let's go to the arena to register first and then find a place to stay for a while."

Facing the stunned purple eyes and the reaction of slightly moving her earphones, she said this, guiding her to get out of the car, but not forgetting to wave to the driver.

"Thank you, Mr. Driver."

"Don't you need to lead the way?" The driver was a little surprised.

Association drivers need to play a role not only in driving, but also as guides and even protectors when necessary.

This is the association's consideration of the subtle popularity of players who admire Orihime.

"No need, I'll be responsible for her condition."

The cold voice that suddenly broke into the conversation made the three of them turn their heads, and they saw that the two of them seemed to be carved out of the same mold, but a black-haired horse race girl, one big and one small, was standing at the door, and the one who spoke had already shown his hand. Got the certificate.

"Sunday Safety Committee? Is there any new order from the association?"

"Ah, now I am responsible for Orihime's safety. Do you have any objection?"

"...No, no."

Looking back at the working status on the platform, the handover was indeed completed, and the driver nodded simply.

"Then, I wish you all the best, and I also wish the contestant who admires Orihime to come out on top and have good luck in martial arts."

"…thanks."

Admire Orihime, who had just straightened her earphones, saw that he opened his mouth a little wider and could hear the next sentence clearly.

This response also made the driver look somewhat surprised, nodded and then restarted the vehicle.

The image of player Orihime whom she admires seems to be different from the information she temporarily collected.

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"...actually went back."

I had just greeted Aizhi and my sister Sang at the teahouse. When I turned around and saw the car body rising slowly, I was a little surprised.

"Even if he wants to stay and watch the game, he has to go back and finish the report. The senior...bosses in the association insist on this sense of ritual." Zhou Jingping, who almost habitually scolded the old man, said angrily.

"But there are still three hours before the game, and there is more than enough time to get back, assuming he has bought a ticket."

It has always been difficult to get in-person tickets for this kind of game.

"Don't such staff have access to on-site ticket sales?" Zhen Ji Ling tilted her head.

"It is the most common misunderstanding that when you work in an association, you have to get tickets through association channels." Sunday Anping put on a P-face, making Zhen Jiling a little curious about how many people had entrusted her to her.

But unfortunately, the other party avoided the topic too quickly.

"Okay, don't worry about this, let's go and confirm the contestants," Zhou Jingping said unhappily, "This is the first time I take the initiative to take over someone else's work."

The resentment of taking the initiative to take over the class almost overflowed... Zhen Ji Ling was a little speechless, but at this moment she heard the words from the teahouse senior:
"friend…"

There was no specific meaning, just a call with a bit of worry made the ferocious woman with an impatient face restrain her fangs.

"Ah! This job is not bad. It's better than staying in the infirmary and taking care of that hot-blooded idiot."

"……friend."

"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore!" Zhou Jingping, who just felt like he was being annoyed everywhere, raised his hand to his forehead, "Did I say we have to talk here? Doesn't that girl need to register?"

"Yeah, ayabe-chan, let's go register."

Jinji Ling, who clasped her hands together, happily said that she didn't care that Admiration Orihime had put on her earphones again. Rather, it was because the other person had put on her earphones again that she was able to hold the other person's hand more naturally.Then when I was stunned and wanted to resist, I said, "Next, we have to take Ayabe-chan to register, but Ayabe-chan has been wearing headphones. If you don't hold them, you might get lost!" ’ statement, making the other party reluctantly accept it.

"By the way, I can't forget to thank you, Senior Sister from Manchester City." She turned around again, her words of thanks being somewhat solemn.

These words immediately made Sunday Jingjing look at him, and he frowned because of his familiar and irritable temperament.

The tea seater was silent, with a dull expression as if he didn't react, and didn't seem to hear the other person's words.

"Sunday...Commissioner, you asked me to come here, right?"

"...There's no need to use honorifics," Teaza said softly, lowering his eyes, but he admitted frankly, "Well, I was worried about Orihime-san's condition, so I asked my friend to bring me here directly."

Looking at the classmate who was being held by the real Ji Ling and who seemed to be a little distracted while walking, she pointed to the earphone she only wore on her left ear: "Because the trainer... it sounds like it's not going well. "

Not only was it not going well, there was an uncomfortable-sounding growl before, followed by a heart-stopping scream, as well as Jayton's own mechanical sound of running and sinking syllables.

Since I can still hear the conversations of Asakura, Mr. Sero and others, I am not confused about the situation, but it is difficult to regard the situation as ideal.

Today's headphones are filled with the sound of howling wind, light, explosions, and explosions caused by fighting.

The frequency of speech on the battlefield has also been significantly reduced, as if everyone is focused on fighting and has little spare time.

Even under such circumstances, Tea House wasn't too worried about the trainer's condition.

Manchester City Tea House has enough trust in trainers to make her sister even more unhappy with Omer Linton. This trust is not even from the perspective of training ability, nor is it based on the conventional perspective of a racing girl towards trainers.

But as a Manchester City teahouse, she has faith in the deep darkness that fascinates her so much.

She was more worried about Orihime-san's condition.

So instead of joining up with Bourbon, Tachyon, Akane and others who also wanted to watch the game, I asked 'Friend-san'.

Take yourself and get here faster and faster.

"Eh? Isn't it going well?"

Because her roommate was so focused on her headphones that someone had to pay attention to the outside world, Zhen Ji Ling had been reluctant to listen to the live broadcast of the radio drama.

Although I was a little concerned and a little worried, and I could tell by looking at Orihime's expression that the situation was not optimistic, I could only suppress my anxiety and pretend to be immersed in the novelty here.

After all, Ayabe-chan occasionally casts a glance at her.

The result is that the gentle senior sister comes over to spoil the story.

"Well...the trainer might come later."

"Kazata-kun, aren't you worried about the trainer?"

Suddenly, Orihime, who had been lagging behind because she paid too much attention to the contents of her earphones and did not participate in the conversation, spoke up, and the three of them immediately looked at her.

They had also stepped out of the elevator and arrived at the vestibule of the racecourse with a large number of spectators from the parking lot with few pedestrians.

So it wasn't just the people at the coffee table who were watching her, but also the people who also arrived at the front hall in advance.

Either reporters waiting for news, or spectators who arrived early to avoid crowds, waiting to support Ma Niang, and other players who also came to confirm the 'player arrival'.

Everyone looked so sensitive and looked at Orihime the moment she came into view.

Although she is not the most popular player, she is the most talked about Orihime player, and she naturally attracts everyone's attention.

But she herself just looked at the classmate in front of her, the classmate who had only left her with beautiful long black hair to see.

At the same time, she is a senior who, although she is not a horse girl, has been getting along with the trainer and Umastar from the beginning.

Admiring Orihime Even though she knew a lot about Ormer Linton, most of those understandings belonged to the past tense.

The Umastar of the past is now Omer Linton.

Although there are many things that have remained the same, they are still so annoying, still talk to themselves, and even use despicable ways to intervene in their own way of life...

But involving such a battlefield was unfamiliar to her, she had to admit.

And this is exactly why the teahouse came here specially.

"…I trust the trainers."

If it were Tachyon, he might have asked a rhetorical question, and if it were Bourbon, he would probably have given a straightforward reply, but the teahouse's answer would have seemed like he didn't answer the question.

"Where's Orihime-san?"

"...I have no reason not to believe him."

"Ah That's good."

(End of this chapter)