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Chapter 479 NO.62: If the upper beam is not straight...

When Homa returned to the auditorium from the tunnel, the first thing he had to do was to meet the preemptive complaints.

"It's really slow to come back, Mr. Guinea Pig, aren't you whispering to the teahouse again?"

The brown-haired horse girl looked at the trainer with suspicion, and the latter just smiled helplessly.

"It's the first time I walked through the player passage, I got a little lost, sorry, sorry."

When he approached, the horse girl with long chestnut red hair also got up in time and handed out the water bottle in her hand to the trainer.

"Master, your water."

"Ah, thanks."

The trainer thanked and took it, and saw the cyber horse girl cast her eyes aside, her movements were a little nervous: "And..."

"..." Amo, who followed her gaze, just patted her on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Let's change places."

"receive."

The two phases switched positions, and Omer Bourbon sat down in front of the seat, and someone suddenly said: "Generally speaking, if you come here to cheer for the players, you will choose the frontmost stand, right?"

"That's true, but that kid doesn't need to cheer up." Omer smiled and looked at the face he hadn't seen for a long time.

I don't complain about the other party's old-fashioned clothing that may have a bit of external image building.

"So I like the view here more than the site in front of the fence."

"Looking at the audience, it has more teaching significance."

"Teaching?" Rudolph looked towards Homa's side symbolically.

Whether it's Eri Tayon who stared at Omer with a bad face when she heard "No need to cheer up", or Miura Bourbon who was asked curiously by Akane Shinjo, looking Neither is mature enough.

Immature - the emperor can certainly judge so, because she not only dominates the arena, but also rules outside the arena.

Before retiring from the military, she held the incredible power of the Central Student Union. Her demeanor and every move created a convincing, mature authority.

It's just that the emperor never had a trainer by his side, only his ministers.

However, as the student council president, you always have to deal with a lot of trainers, and you can be regarded as having seen all kinds of trainers.

But even so...

"You are really special, Omer trainer."

"Everyone is special, Miss Rudolph, and observing different people always makes life more interesting."

"Sounds like personal experience."

"Don't dare to bully the king."

"I'm just kidding, Omer trainers don't have to be like this, the emperor is just a title after all."

"Now that everyone is watching, your coming to watch the game itself will cause an uproar, let alone sitting here..." Omo felt helpless.

There is no need to look around, the crowd's eyes are burning, and they don't even need to be vigilant. Among them, the saddest thing is that there are a few eyes coming from the side.

"I even want to be more restrained, otherwise I will have to wonder later whether I can get out of your fan circle alive."

Rudolph smiled when he heard the words: "But if you are really so reserved, it doesn't fit your image in their eyes."

"Now it's shameless and trembling, it's [-]-[-]," Aumer sighed. "The image created online is always messy, and it's not even unified."

Especially in the past two months, he can be said to have a deep understanding.

The self talked about in the Rhode Island forum, the self mentioned in the Clock Tower network, and the self denounced in Umastagram... There are really many versions of the same version, each with its own differences.

Although there are thousands of people with thousands of faces, if you add up the reviews from different sectors, you will probably think that Omer is a Rubik's Cube.

"So, do you want to unify? Omer trainer."

Hearing these words, Aumer was slightly startled, and then smiled wryly: "Forget it, but there is no need to bother the symbolists to work hard on such trivial matters."

"Really? I thought you really needed help. After all, what happened this time was really big."

"?"

It seems to be the point...Sitting beside Omer, Eri Tachyon, whose flexible ears were always slightly twirling, turned her head and glanced at the two companions.

The pink-haired JK and the chestnut-haired horse girl are still looking at the field and talking, and seem to be indulging in another topic, but the former is okay to say, and the direction of the latter's pair of horse ears seems to be the same as her own.

"So that's the case. I'm sorry to trouble the president to come here specially."

"It's mainly because of the teahouse match. Tomorrow there will be Tachyon and Bourbon, right?" Rudolph said, turning to look at the arena below.

The narrator announced the opening, and the voices of the audience who were mostly seated resounded from all directions, and the dense sound waves seemed to be able to break away from the moisture left by the heavy rain last night.

"A lot of popularity, Manchester City Cafe! This horse girl is from Central Teresen. She has participated in the New Horse Race and the Yayoi Award as an independent horse girl. She is in very bad condition and her results are not good. Since then, she has announced Regulate the state of the body."

"And after being signed by that 'problem trainer' this year, this became her first battle after her comeback, and it was also her debut battle!"

"It is reported that many famous horse girls came to the Sapporo Racecourse this time because of her, which also rekindled the confidence of many audiences in her."

Such presentations are carried everywhere, including in the auditorium, by means of loudspeaker transmissions everywhere.

"What's a 'problem trainer'? Maybe I should call the association—" "No! Miss Rudolph, then the center of the conversation will not be the cafe but me!"

Also in the player box.

"Whether she can reverse that past impression, let's see—"

The words of the commentary paused slightly, and the scene of the horse girl walking out of the tunnel was also faithfully captured by the drone, and enlarged to the point where the audience in the middle and rear could all see it.

As a result, the entire racetrack seemed to be cooled by ice for a few seconds.

Just like the audience near the entrance of the corridor.

Those spectators standing in front of the fence were the first to be silent.

In a daze, even in astonishment, he witnessed the moment when the horse lady walked out of the corridor.

The pitch-black horse girl seemed to melt into the dim corridor, leaving only a pair of dark golden lights that lacked warmth.

She was silent and indifferent, unlike what horse girls always have. She waved to the auditorium, and she could vaguely see the group of almost illusory silhouettes surrounded by her as she marched.

When his gaze was slightly raised in the direction of the explanation, he seemed to have returned to the wet and cold in the rainstorm last night.

Then, he looked around the auditorium, and then withdrew his gaze, and walked towards the gate.

"She seems a little too nervous." Omer whispered.

"...indeed."

Although he was not familiar with the classmate at the cafe, the emperor could see the slightly stiff pace of the other party in the clear and large screen provided by the drone.

"But you're really dissatisfied with the commentary, right?"

"That's why!" Glancing at Rudolph, Tachyon whispered dissatisfiedly, "Haven't you ever encouraged her, the trainer?"

"I don't think it's useful just to encourage you. Let's recall the stage Miss Helios gave you two days ago."

Think about the stage at that time...

The simulated stage was not the only one, nor did it miss the café itself.

Under the gaze of nearly 13 people, the teahouse, who was almost on the same arm and foot, broke free from the support of friends and looked at other contestants who entered the arena one after another.

The calm method of imitating the stage, the first thing to work is to escape.

Set your sights on others who are on the stage—it doesn't last long on the stage, but it's enough on the field.

What you need to pay attention to is not those spectators, but those opponents. OP-level events are not G1, and there is no catwalk link where the booths appear one by one.

——The trainer's words were still in his ears, and the pair of dark golden eyes that could not see any emotion immediately swept across all the contestants.

Each contestant is then stiffened.

"...Omer Trainer."

"Don't tell me, I know."

Omer, who had already covered his face with one hand, didn't want to hear any comments, especially since his light screen made a beep.

He opened his fingers a little, and saw that the terminal displayed Sudden Contact, and he saw Narita Shirahito's head shaking.

[She has great potential!Next time I will teach her alone! 】

"..."

(End of this chapter)