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Chapter 1024 NO.148: It’s not known whether the fake show will actually turn out to be true

AM8:15, Central Trayson

Even if he just passes by the window and door, Omer Linton, who will attract doubtful glances from the students, is heading to the activity room.

With a bit of youthful sentimentality and a subtle intertwining of past and present, his steps are not very relaxed.

But even if there is no boss watching, the trainer should not put on a P face when getting along with the children.

So just think of something happy.

Think this is the center.

Think of yourself as a trainer here already.

Thinking about it again, he already has four horse racing girls who have collected intelligence, and rounding them off, they are D.

So……

Okay, that’s it!

Once he realized this, the boy had to regretfully admit that his previous guess about frequent call reception was fatally wrong.

Compared with digital teachers, Umastar, who is more professional in both mentality control and expression management, has arrived at his loyal position.

And the target is pointed directly at himself.

Ai Mo Orihime, who was closest to the door, was sitting on the beanbag she had added before, reading quietly, while Miura Bourbon, who was a little further away, was playing on her mobile phone. An operatic and artificial male voice came out of the earphones.

And then perversely - no one said hello right away.

After that, he looked around the activity room again.

If I think about it again, my steps will be so light, and there is nothing to be afraid of.

The girls' frequent urging may not be because they are eagerly looking forward to training. On the contrary, each of them is unhappy.

It's just...how to say?

Did you do anything particularly irritating today?

He also paused the greetings that were already flowing to his lips. He silently walked to the edge of the table near the window and put down the briefcase containing documents and files in his arms.

But at this moment, everyone was doing their own thing quietly, and no one even raised their eyes to glance at Omo, as if the door had not been opened and there was no young man in formal clothes like him standing at the door.

Even the most prickly Eri Tatoko would greet her normally, and the admiring Orihime who always had an expression of "you're so annoying" would not lose the superficial skills that would create a sense of distance.

In comparison, the Manchester Cafe across from her seemed to be behaving as usual - pouring her coffee without moving.

But if he seems to be angry because he has stepped on the spot and arrived late... Withdrawing his gaze from the teahouse and Bourbon who were minding their own business, Omer ruled out this possibility, which was the most ideal and strictly speaking the best solution. .

Even though he had a lot on his mind, Omo still noticed a problem in the face of such an obvious abnormality.

Those two are the best-tempered among the girls he has.

Of course, the activity room has not become an alien world separated by dimensions, and the door does not have the characteristics of separating latitudes.

But Ali Taiko, who was standing steadily in front of the experimental table, was making tea uncharacteristically.

The reasons that allow them to join this 'Ultra-Eastern bullying' should not be so casual.

After all, one thing his team can be proud of is that all members are very polite.

But something still wasn't right.

Whether it was pure thinking, or thinking through the thinking and logic of young people's memories, Omo was not free to explain it, but if he had no clue... he was almost going to connect it to the previous small story between Zhen Ji Ling and Ellie Digital. Interlude.

But the problem is probably not there.

Although the interpersonal relationships between these girls of the same age are likely to be inextricably linked, to be so united, they must at least be sisters, not just besties.

They have to be real sisters, not just a perfect ammunition bag.

But while he was still thinking hard, the girl with black hair reaching her waist suddenly stood up, placed the cat-patterned coffee cup in her hand on the table, and pushed it in front of the boy.

The aroma of black coffee remains the same.

"..."

The girl didn't speak, and her dark golden eyes didn't reveal any information, but after her, another cup was placed on the table and pushed in front of him.

The cup with chemical bond patterns contained bright red liquid, and the rising heat carried the unmistakable aroma of tea.

"Guinea Pig-kun, which side do you choose?"

Arisuko, who launched this cup of black tea, became the first person to speak out, which also made the young man feel particularly confused.

The atmosphere suddenly jumped from the Hongmen Banquet to the Certificate of Merit. The change does not mean relaxation. After all, choosing this concept itself points to inevitable loss.

"What kind of bet is this?" He looked at the coffee and tea in front of him.

I also noticed that both Bourbon and Aiori were looking here.

The girls' anger seemed to come and go quickly. Logically speaking, there would always be a reason to vent, but he couldn't understand it.

Or is it actually all acting? That extremely Eastern bullying attitude was just to scare yourself?

"Don't worry about that, just tell me which one to choose, and don't think blindly," Eliseko said angrily, who could obviously guess that Omer was having a brainstorm, "I just wanted to scare you, who asked you to come so late today?" .”

is that so? That posture doesn't look fake...

The young man lowered his head again and looked at the two cups in front of him. He sighed, raised his hand and slid it. The liquid in the two cups rose, dissipated, and mixed. Then he pressed it down with a palm and slowly pushed it to his throat. between.

"Evil..." Suzi suddenly showed a disgusted expression.

It seems that I have already thought of what a nightmare it would be like to mix black tea with black coffee. But the tea-sitter was still caring and worried, and worry appeared on his face: "...trainer..."

It's just that a laughing evil spirit emerged from the shadow.

Then Omer threw him away and pinned him to the ceiling.

It seemed to be stuck on it with double-sided tape, with its back against the ceiling, and only one black hair hanging down covering much of the face.

It looks more like the 'heroine' making her debut in a supernatural movie.

It's just that when she yelled, she looked more like a gangster, so she asked the boy to put another layer of soundproofing on her.

"It's a little hard to hold on, but it's okay."

He threw his hands away one after another, but it did not stop him from fighting the nausea that caused him to lower his head and press his chest. The young man, whose expression was a bit tense, finally managed to withstand the stamina.

It's just that his eyes still have the same pattern of the ice blue of Renlong and the white of Rainbow Snake. At first glance, one might think that he is stuck in some bad state.

It took half a minute to calm down, and he sighed: "Fortunately, I am a young man now."

Whether you are faced with a choice and want it all, or drink some random stuff, it is the privilege of being young and calm.

But having said that...

"You're not much older than you normally are," Admiring Orihime said lightly, "Now, the difference is about three to four years?"

At this moment, she had put down the book in her hand and looked directly at Omer, as if she was not the one who was knocked unconscious by her sister's operation yesterday.

To be honest, the young man thought she would be absent today, but he didn't expect that not only would she come, but she would also be able to hold on so well.

"Three years old." Suzi on the side was holding something like a temperature measuring gun and looking at Omo's forehead.

"With a physical age of 16, it's really not illegal as she said."

"She?" Omer frowned.

It was as if the previous questions suddenly came to light.

But if you want to put this clue in, you can't run the whole journey.

Isn’t that too illogical?

Faced with women's thoughts, he once again made such a useless sigh.

"So girls, the prank is over and the choice is made, is it time to hear about today's training plan?"

As he spoke, he took out today's training schedule and the sign-in list for the racing girls from his briefcase.

When there are both electronic and paper versions, he actually prefers the electronic version, but today Miss Junchuan is particularly 'enthusiastic'. When he pulled the handlebar and dragged the trailer into the school gate, he was already at the door asking for help.

He also specifically asked him to come back to the office to get the roster.

When he took the roster, he was concerned about the current situation again, and even joked that he could call her Sister Reins or something... At one point, he was alerted, and he almost thought it was another Maruzensky two-name monster.

It seems not.

Not sure, take another look.jpg

That's true, but there's no chance to see it again, so I have to come back to work first. Fortunately, the trainer's work is mainly behind the scenes.

——Preparing training plans, preparing training conditions, and clearing up joints such as registration for competitions. These are the busiest times.

Apart from this, the actual training sessions make the trainers look like spectators.

Just stand on the edge of the side rail, the pool, the gym equipment, etc., wait for the timer, correct the movement, and perform this kind of pointing behavior.

Trainers who are more involved will probably build a vehicle or something and rush along with the racing girl.

Of course, this vehicle is a balance wheel or a scooter, not a jeep.

And to go one step further...

"Uh……"

"A round?"

When Omer was still looking at his colleague driving a jet wheelchair in the distance, wondering if he could get one of the same model, the footsteps approaching suddenly made him turn his head.

Go and face the vice president of the student union who stopped suddenly in front of you.

"Forget it, I'm still a little nauseous and can't do strenuous exercise." The young man told the truth.

Narita Shiren raised his eyebrows: "There's no need to make excuses if you don't want to run."

"That's not an excuse." The young man took two sips from the mineral water bottle in his hand and sighed.

"Do you have anything to do? If you have nothing to do, you can go and have a run with the cafe."

"Aren't you going to do strength training?" Bai Ren was a little surprised when he glanced at the horse girls running around pulling tires.

"If you want to start teaching, it's not impossible to change the order of the training plan," Omo said, looking back as if he heard something again, and looked at the staircase not far away from the auditorium.

There, the gray-haired and cherry-haired horse girls were stepping down towards here. When the former noticed his turning back, she waved her hand generously.

The latter seemed to notice Bai Ren standing beside him, standing with his arms and legs together like a military posture.

It’s really here…

The young man felt helpless, but only a little helpless. After all, he didn't really expect to be able to escape perfectly by changing places.

(End of this chapter)