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Chapter 478 NO.61 She Calle Calle Da!

Cosmos, also known as Qiuying, usually blooms from June to August.

August is its last bloom.

Not only in the fields and flower beds, but also in the huge screen to show the colorful cherry blossoms.

Of course, there are also pure white and golden embellishments.

Contemporary technology endows it with a lifelike posture, and it can freeze it into a metal emblem, which is not inferior to real flowers, and is even more majestic.

Cosmos Award, that is the OP-level short-distance race in the first half of August.

In the slack month of horse racing in August, it acts as a connection with other major events, and it is one of the stepping stones of the G3 event.

It is true that it bears many bad tags such as 'hot temperature', 'lack of famous horse girls', and 'secondary racecourse' at the same time, so it is doomed to have an unsatisfactory number of viewers.

But as Ma Niang's debut match, such a stage is already enough, and it can even be said that Omer is quite satisfied with it.

Its event level, its event positioning, its number of spectators, and the ideal number of fans it can convert are all in line with Omer's expectations for a safe start.

And the only, and at the same time the most important question, is...

"Tea seat, how do you feel?"

When Homa led the team into the Sapporo Racecourse, the first thing he saw was the huge screen and the dense ring auditorium around the screen.

Even though this game bears the many debuffs mentioned before, it can be used as a secondary racetrack with only more than 12 seats, and at the same time, it is still full of seats at the same time-there is also a rising number of simultaneous live broadcast viewers .

An 'Electronic Spectator' that performs a synchronized simulation of the arena with deep dives.

As well as the number of viewers watching the broadcast on the screen, these numbers even far exceed the number of live audiences, and this is also a proof that the horse racing promotion and publicity section is good enough.

"It seems that our promotional port is doing well. Even the committee members on Sunday have the leisure to watch this OP-level event."

"Come and see, is there any special player?"

"Yes, for example—Manhattan Cafe (Manchester City Tea House), this one is a player from the Central Committee."

"Whether it's the rumors in her early years or the recent criticism of her problematic trainer, she is on the cusp."

"How many people do you think are optimistic about her?"

"There are quite a few, and it seems that there are quite a few horse girls who came to the scene, and they all said they came to support the little girl, so when you came to visit the committee member on Sunday, I thought you were also here for her."

This is obviously not wrong.

When the black-haired horse girl walking towards the runner's passage looked up and faced the same black-haired horse girl standing a hundred meters away, the junior employee of the URA Association realized... …

This member from the Central Association seems to be a little...too similar to the player shown on the big screen.

But it shouldn't be...

As staff members, they double-checked the information of each player.

The date and place of registration as a horse girl, family structure, and whether there are relatives who are also horse girls in the family are the focus of attention. These are all parts that can be used as popularity promotion.

Although players may not necessarily agree, they will always understand first.

And the family structure of the Manchester City teahouse player is nothing short of unusual.

A human couple gave birth to a daughter who was possessed by the soul of a horse racing horse and became a horse girl, so there was no possibility of becoming a horse girl family...

So... is this just a mere coincidence?

This doubt can probably only be ended in such a futile way.

The Sunday committee member is not a very good-tempered committee member. This staff member is a native of the Far East who "will not cause trouble to others". Look away.

This is followed by:

"I'm leaving."

"Ehhh? So hasty?"

The staffer was just wondering if the Sunday committee would be cheering on the girl who looked so much like her.

"I still have things to do, and there is a very annoying guy waiting for me. If I keep her waiting for too long, she will become even more annoying."

"But a short-distance race is usually only a few minutes..."

"Sometimes, just a few minutes seems like a long time."

As she spoke, she turned into a cloud of black air and disappeared into the air, making the staff member feel a little thoughtful and terrified again.

...The auditorium clearly has a device that prevents energy from being displayed...

And it's more than a hundred meters below.

The girl has already stepped into the player channel together with the trainer.

Stepping into the backstage, and then all the way to the front desk, the black-haired horse girl who didn't answer the trainer's initial question walked silently.

Her silence was as deep as her long hair, but the trainer, who followed the pace and carried the girl's running suit and bag of running shoes, was looking at the girl's ears at the top of her head and that side by virtue of her height advantage. Strands of milky white hair.

Occasionally he felt a little strange.

Although in this world, hairstyles are already quite a free field, and you can even dye your hair into a mix of inside and outside that only existed in cartoons in the past, and even colorful and changing hair colors.

But hairstyles are fixed in this area...

The children's stubborn and uplifting hair may be a proof of the hard work in Yuanneng.

But studying how the girl's hairstyle is fixed, after all, it can't use up the time for Homa to walk through the aisle. His thinking will inevitably drift, and he will inevitably think of the speed that he has probably already taken a seat in the audience and helped him to occupy a seat. Sub and Bourbon.

Tomorrow's competition is coming up. It is an option to continue training and maintain the state, but it is also an option to relax and adjust the state. The three horse girls in the office are obviously in a good relationship, and they all choose to cheer for their roommates on this day.

In addition, there are acquaintances met at the gate of the racetrack.

Maruzenski, Desert Hero, Tosho Change, Tamamo Cross, Narita Shirahito, Miyu, Takuta Helios, and the rarely mentioned roommate at the cafe: Snow Beauty.

Instead of complaining about the unique and peculiar name of the horse girl, we might as well lament the good intentions of Yuzao Jiji and the first three who came to Sapporo from afar to witness the first match of the cafe.

But Omer would like to lament that there is a really clever subtlety beside the desert hero.

As a trainer, maybe you shouldn't resist the crowd of heroes in the audience of your horse girl's game, especially when there is a text message from Rudolph early in the morning asking him if his horse girl is in the first match today.

Although it wasn't really the first battle in the true sense, the opponent still made it out of the sea of ​​documents, and they were both in the auditorium.

As a staff member lamented, such a luxurious spectator lineup even made the cafe the most popular, but it was not a good turn of events.

Even the Sapporo Racecourse felt so radiant for the first time.

But it is also a kind of pressure.

Homa can completely regard the silence of the teahouse as a kind of pressure, and he can also speed up his pace, walk to the front of the teahouse and look back to confirm the other party's demeanor and the tiny movements hidden under the hem of the long clothes.

But this time, he didn't follow the usual habit of speculating on the other party's psychology.

It's just that he who followed behind didn't even "observe" the other party, he was just looking at some boundless things.

For example, the dull hair of the teahouse, such as the darkness of this corridor.

The trainers will always be familiar with the interior of each racecourse step by step along with the horse lady's races, but this is the first time for Homa to come to this kind of place.

This is memorable, but not very pleasing to watch.

This may also be a proof of its status as a secondary racecourse.

It is clear that there are many lights in the corridor, but most of them are suppressed by black spots, and some are flickering frequently.

In the red eyes behind the lenses of Aumuna, several standing figures can be glimpsed.

Oh, then it's not a racetrack problem.

It's the friends around the cafe who are more naughty.

It's just that Tea House and Omer didn't care about their naughtiness, after all, there were no other players or trainers in this channel.

After a while, the number of teahouses, or the number of gates, is the most introverted and the best choice to save energy, and it arrives earlier than anyone else.

Different from the lottery of official G-level competitions, there is room for manipulating the number of players and the number of players in OP-level competitions, which is also the best practical assistance that Omer can provide to Ma Niang.

Fortunately, the defective ones are only the light bulbs in the corridor. When the teahouse pushed open the door of the locker room marked with a double, Homa saw that the furnishings in it were at least pretty good.

And the tea seat was already sitting on the chair in front of the dressing table, and issued the first call after a long silence:
"Trainer."

"Ok?"

In fact, after putting the things in his hands on the table, Omer was ready to leave.

Although there is a dressing table, the horse girl competition does not require any formal makeup.

After all, we encounter rainy days and strong winds from time to time.

Makeup can't be kept, and I even cry myself occasionally.

The function of the locker room is to change clothes, whether it is the competition uniform or the final uniform officially required by the G1 game, they are all changed here.

Of course, what is more important is the running shoes carefully prepared by each participant.

So after putting down his things, Omer, who is a trainer of the opposite sex, should also leave.

If not stopped.

"...I feel a little illusory."

"Illusory?"

"Everything is just a dream like a mirage... the same illusion..."

"I think it's because 'friends' aren't around."

"Hmm..." The cafeteria nodded, affirming the trainer's thoughtless answer.

"She has something to do, so...today's shadow is very listless..." She said, looking down at the shadow behind the mirror illuminated by the light in front of the mirror.

"So..." Walking to her side and looking at her in the mirror, Homa asked, "Is there a way to lift your spirits?"

The tea seat also turned around and looked at himself in the mirror.

For the students of the Spirit Department, the mirror is not just a mirror, it can also reflect something special, which they rely on and even feel at ease.

"...wanted to ask the trainer a question." She said, looking at herself in the mirror.

"As long as it doesn't involve privacy." Homa in the mirror replied.

"Will the trainer leave later?"

"..." The young man in the mirror was silent for a while, without asking, just said, "I will not miss your run."

"No...Trainer, I just wanted to say..."

The girl in the mirror has brilliant golden pupils.

"Don't worry too much about me..."

"No matter what, it's impossible not to care about the game of the horse girl under him?" Homa smiled habitually, thinking that it was the usual caring of the black-haired horse girl.

But... Will there be such a caring performance before the game?

Will Ma Niang, who officially raised her motivation and set foot on the field, tell the trainer "don't worry too much about me" in the first open match, is it so considerate?

Omer's smile was a little stiff, and he put one hand on the back of the teahouse chair.

Then, he leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to take a photo with him.

The distance between the cheeks is very close in the mirror.

"Is this your expectation?" He asked softly, staring at the girl in the mirror, the lights in the room seemed to be patronized by friends again, flickering on and off.

"Ah."

"If...the trainer can not hide that appearance...I can see the shadow I want to chase."

"..." Chewing on this sentence, this sentence seemed to make him seriously bring back the serenity of Sunday, the young man was silent for several seconds.

Then smiled.

"it is good!"

He replied that the voice was trembling like a remix, and it belonged to a demon.

In the mirror, there is indeed a bent demon, with a silver ferocious face and silver spiral horns.

But the eyes and the ends of the two horns overflowed with jet-black flames.

But the young girl who was sitting on the other side had no trace of fear on her face.

Under the dim light, those dark golden pupils had a seductive glow hidden in them.

The corners of the mouth curled up, like a madman who finds joy in danger.

How about the status.

That was obviously the perfect tune.

(End of this chapter)