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Chapter 488 NO.71
Generally speaking, the winner's stage of the horse racing girl has the usual repertoire.

After all, practicing singing and dancing is troublesome work, and the classic songs in school are usually "うまぴょい伝説", "Make debut", "ュメョカケル", "Wining the soul", "Next Frontier" and the like Haojun Golden Melody.

Adhering to one: I just learned singing and dancing, can I not use it?According to the principle, the stage of the early stage of the competition was also occupied by these songs that were almost heard by the audience, but they still enjoyed it.

But since the early stage is specially emphasized——we have to mention a common phenomenon in the game: new players dress well, and old players go crazy.

Also known as: Big guys always have their own unique aesthetics.

So it is not limited to the songs composed by the URA Association, and they are mixed into the winner's stage on such a large scale.

Just like a free woman even sang geta on stage to torture her backup dancer, the URA Association is tolerant of this, and even some business departments have gone through business specifically for this, and have reached copyright agreements with many music distribution companies purchase agreement.

Of course, if there are conditions—or to put it bluntly, if the results are good enough, the URA Association will even take the initiative to contact the horse race girl and her trainer to discuss the creation of a solo song or even an album.

As everyone knows, the lifeblood of the URA Association lies in these iconic Maltese girls.

Packaging and selling horse racing girls is not only an alternative publicity to the competition, but it will naturally give back to the organizers.

Although most horse girls and trainers do not have a good opinion of the association, it is hard to deny that the careers of horse girls are also closely related to the URA Association.

But now, Manchester City Cafe, which has just won an OP-level event, obviously does not have the qualifications to receive a solo song.

It is true that Omer did not set up the winner's stage repertoire at the teahouse before the game. It is not auspicious to open champagne before the game. Even if he knows the list of contestants and their current situation, he still has to guard against the possibility of poisonous milk.

Secondly, let the child sing whatever he wants, he believes that with the teahouse's cuteness and understanding.

It is not possible to make some very tricky songs that will cause the most barrage.

but……

"Feelings and memories のゆらぎ~" / The swing of emotions and memories
"Special なかかに选ばれたとして"/even if chosen to be some kind of special
"神のみぞ知る~"/Only the gods know

"Ming no エビデンス" / Evidence of life

"月明かり阴る——!"/Moonlight disappears into the shadows
"雑跃に口く叫び"/cry echoing in the crowd

"结まった死霊振り払えない!!"/Undead who can't get rid of the entanglement

You better want to get rid of...

Homa sighed in his heart, listening to the child's different voice from the audience, the rare high-pitched voice is really outstanding, it is clear that a month ago, he was a child who would show a cute voice if he was too anxious, but now he can control that voice. A hoarse high-pitched voice.

I probably practiced secretly in private... Omer always subconsciously avoids the privacy and personal space of the girls in the office, so there is a real surprise at this time.

Undoubtedly a surprise.

After all, it was indeed his favorite song.

The song she likes is sung on stage by that child, and she will be a little bit moved by "it's like singing for herself", but seeing the reluctance of the two backup dancers beside her...

Perhaps we should also lament that the child's 'rebellious period' has finally arrived.

It will probably be an impressive experience for the young ladies of the gorgeous family to follow this kind of repertoire.

"この胸が产み出したIdol" / Idol born in the heart
"音り激まない雷" / The roaring thunder

"いつまででも儳内生产" / always repeating in the head

"もう抜け出せないの? I don't know!" / Can't escape anymore?I have no idea

"この隐に——answer えはない!!" In this darkness, there is no answer

Such a heavy repertoire seemed to add a touch of depth to the pitch blackness. The audience, who didn't seem to care about it at all, just enthusiastically swung the dark gold call sticks, making the scene completely integrated into the atmosphere of the idol stage.

What about the Three Goddesses?

Sure enough, he doesn't care about such a small stage victory?

Aomo was still looking around, but a hand stuck out from behind, and the moment he wanted to pat him, he turned around and held it, almost twisting it.

"Stop stop! It's me, it's me, it's me!!"

Bize's voice silenced him, but more importantly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar purple hair in the generally dark stage where only the stage was illuminated.

The darkness couldn't hinder the dark red eyes of the demon, and he was completely sure that the familiarity at that moment was the only one of the three goddesses he had come into contact with.

Dali Arabia, with purple hair and green eyes, has a hot temper like a quiet horse girl on Sunday, but her main body's temper is not as friendly and perfect as the brown-haired clone simulated by AI.

But it was she who left a deep impression on Omer just now.

That monster-like black majestic aura is worthy of being a god transformed by the first ancestor horse, and its oppression is far better than that of Bai Ren carrying the shadow.

Wait... oppression?
Aware of the commonality of attributes, Omer calmly accepted the fact that the other party's figure was overwhelmed by the crowd, and did not step forward to confirm it, and there was no need to meet him.

Thinking that I should probably accept the reality, and think about the possibility that the teahouse itself has abnormal hobbies.

That kid... probably didn't need the protection of Sunday Serenity in the first place.

Just as he was having a brain storm in his mind, recalling all the signs of the past contact with the teahouse, and even the several amazing performances that the other party communicated with himself with Sunday's peaceful spirit body, someone was also struggling.

"Hey, hey, shouldn't it be time for you to let go?"

"Didn't Baal Beast X teach you not to attack others rashly?"

"He's teaching! Take it easy!"

Seeing the delicate appearance of this guy struggling, and not bothering to mention the topic of magic strengthening power, Omo let go of his hand and nodded slightly to the audience who turned back in front.

They may not necessarily recognize Omer as the trainer at stage C, but they can see the two tall men beside Bize.

Especially when Mann's permanent posture stood next to his female companion Dorio of the same size, it was tantamount to the oppression of three big men.

So they will turn around and continue to make calls very tolerantly, but their movements are relatively stiff.

In contrast, although Tver on the side also noticed this group of people, the cosmic man didn't care at all, his hands wrapped in slippery tentacles were still holding the call stick tightly, and he uttered a "woo woo" to the stage. Call.

How should I put it, it's a bit embarrassing.

But when everyone is like this, you can deeply feel what 'unity is strength'.

That power can even change your cognition and make you have self-doubt of 'whether you have a problem if you don't join'.

But those with strong self-will will not be so shaken. As long as you firmly believe that there are problems in the world, you can be named Uchiha's surname (crossed out), and you can become Zero!

But if you don’t want to be a bean sprouts mask or a psychopath, you can look tolerantly at everything like Omer, as if you are the doctor in charge of this hospital, and you are tolerant of all patients.

And if it's not a patient, such as the baby of an alien, the doctor will not hesitate to despise it!

After saying hello to David, Mann and the others, he looked at the guy who was staring at the Metronian with great curiosity.

Considering that Bize is also a special chef, Omer is not surprised that he is curious about the leather case, but Belstamon's eyes are burning, so he can't help asking: "Barmon X is still talking to you now. Is it?"

"No, he asked me to say hello for him 2 minutes ago, to you, and to this...uh, Miss Beizi?"

Bize worked very hard, but only persisted for two seconds before failing the challenge.

The field of vision magnetism in the southern hemisphere is very invincible.

Then, of course, he received the same disdain from the latter and his partner: "Am I familiar with you? Even my partner doesn't call me that."

Not really, I'm just not used to the name of xx sauce... Aomo said to himself.

As a non-extreme oriental person, he thinks that kind of address is a bit oily. Girls call each other a pleasure, but the words from the man's mouth...

He has never been a sauce processing factory.

However, Bize has stayed in Japan, a different world from the same origin as the Far Eastern culture, for so long, so there is no cultural barrier in this regard.

However, it is obviously too much to call Beizi at the beginning. Omo thinks that Bize probably made a common low-level mistake in the time traveler group - rashly calling the characters he knows with titles and nicknames.

This usually only occurs in the group of traversers who talk to themselves or lack common sense of communication. It has been three months since Omer has seen Bize so mentally retarded.

But his reaction was not slow, Dang even apologized, and Omer was already chatting with David about the horse girl in a low voice.

Of course, David is far less enthusiastic about the horse girl than his elder brother Mann. He just feels:
"Aumer, are you the trainer of that horse lady? Is it okay to stand so far away? I heard that you have many friends here..."

Normal friends, when they come here, they will first care about your situation, and then care about your relationship management, very brotherly.

Instead of Bize, look at the man in the leather case on the left first, and then look at the southern hemisphere on the right. It can only be said to be brother Qin.

"It's because of those friends that I stand so far away. It doesn't matter. The child can see this way. At least it's the child I pushed."

"Push your child," said Bize, who didn't know when he ran to the side, sadly, "Have you ever thought about how everyone will look at the teahouse after this game?"

"Follow the dark wind~" Ao Mo wrote lightly, but it is not difficult to understand what Bize means.

"There are signs of dark skyscrapers now, several games ahead of schedule!" Bize emphasized.

These words reminded Omer that this guy's understanding of horse racing girls was still based on a game and the real horse races of their time.

That can be regarded as a script in a certain sense. Although it is of little significance, it can also provide some reference for the fate of the soul of the horse race.

"What will happen in advance?"

"What's going on? I can't believe this is a question you're asking, don't you always tell me the same thing?"

"Occasionally, I will be taught with humility."

"It will make everyone feel that the appearance of the teahouse is all thanks to you, and then you can see that your reputation is even cooler."

"That's it?" Realizing that the minds of the two were not in the same place, Omer breathed a sigh of relief.

"Isn't that enough? Don't you value the reputation that rejects you the most?"

"It doesn't matter these days."

"Ah? Did something happen?" David, who had been looking at the stage in the distance, but also paying attention to this side, joined the topic.

"You have to ask about what happened... That's a bit much, by the way, David, do your mercenary groups earn the kind of bounty on the arrest warrant?"

"Of course I make money! But if the target is too dangerous, we still need to hold a meeting to decide." He said, looking at the elder brother who had already run to wave the call stick under the eyes of his female partner covering his face.

"It's not too dangerous, but there are a lot of people, and the individual bounties are relatively low. It's very objective to gather together. How about it? Are you interested?"

"This kind of work..." David scratched his head.

Looking at the serious friend, he looked at the two eye-catching people beside him.

He's not a virgin, and with his girlfriend by his side, he doesn't need to ignore the challenge. His eyes almost never stop, and he falls on that Metronian.

"Has something to do with him?" He asked in a low voice, just making a random guess.

But it was obvious that he guessed it right, and he received Amo's approving gaze.

"That's right, if you're interested, let's talk about it later."

　At this moment, Omer's mentality has undergone a slight change.jpg
　　
　　
　
(End of this chapter)