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Chapter 93 Treyson's Freest Horse Girl

The southwestern area of ​​Teresen has a gymnasium, a football field, and a row of lounges and locker rooms.

There is also a honey special drink franchise store, sandwiched between the gym and the football field.

Although the bitterness still remained in his mouth, it didn't prevent Omer from finding a roadside bench and sitting down, clasping the drink in his hands.

Looking at the cover with the painted horseshoe painting on it, he took a sip of the straw with a very solemn posture.

"No, it really is too sweet."

He sighed, evaluating the special honey drink that he specifically requested to be 'lighter and thinner'.

He was reminded by enthusiastic colleagues in the group, and got information that seemed to prove that he thought too much, so he wanted to drink something sweet.

I did see the storefront.

Perhaps because of the course time, the entrance of the specialty store seemed unexpectedly deserted. It was rare to have such an opportunity, so I went to buy a cup.
Honey special drink, Toyam is called Yachisan, the reason is as stated in the news record, it belongs to the prototype of katakana.

It can also be regarded as a well-known drink that took off along with the Ma Niang competition and expanded to the stars.

It can be seen from the name that this stuff is high in sugar and calories, even if ordinary women can accept its taste, they will probably stay away from it.

But racehorse twats are different.

Running is a high-intensity sports competition, and their energy consumption can be seen from most of them's amazing appetite and diet.

However, the high-sugar and high-calorie honey special drink makes it stand out from the crowd and become the only designated drink that is popular among countless horse race girls.

There are even dozens of "licorice" flavors specially launched for racehorse girls-to be honest, most people can't taste the difference, just like the so-called "soul" flavor, which is prepared for creatures with special tastes.

But the two are obviously not to be confused, and Omer's reaction at the moment is the most intuitive proof.

He was also thinking about whether the taste would change after the awakening of the blood. If he could also accept the honey special drink, the high calorie content of this thing would be a good drink for him.

But the result can only be said to be too much.

Even the most diluted sweetness is unacceptable, maybe my sense of taste is too deeply affected by black coffee? Aoma thought so, raised his head again to look at the horse racing girls on the football field in the distance, and by the way He took a sip of the straw.

His brows were also subconsciously frowned.

"If you're not used to drinking, why force yourself to drink?"

The sudden inquiry from the side made Omer raise his eyes in surprise, and then looked at the court again.

"I bought everything, and I can't waste it." His tone was flat.

"Eh? What Dongyan's speech," the voice expressed surprise and curiosity without any affectation, "it's clearly quite western-looking."

In this regard, Omer just took another sip of the drink in silence.

The gradual accumulation of sweetness and the thought of trying to suppress made him feel a little 'tortured', and he wondered why the other party appeared here.

"Do you want me to be from Daoming? Qianming represents Miss."

The visitor is representative Qianming.

The first local Triple Crown racehorse lady in the Far East is also a hall-level racehorse lady. Like Rudolph, she has already retired but has found another position in the academy.

She bowed her head to talk to Omer, her brown hair fell naturally, and her smile was as free and easy as she wanted.

Such a face printed on the commemorative medal suddenly appeared beside him vividly, and the impact on Homa should have been even greater than the previous high-level overlooking.

But he suppressed the shock, and even the sweetness in his mouth became a new weight to suppress the shock.

So Omer responded with the seriousness that such people are most difficult to deal with.

As expected, he saw the embarrassment of this kind of people, as well as the panic that changed according to the severity of the plot.

The latter did not account for the proportion, Omer just smiled awkwardly when she saw her and said:
"Not at all, I just saw a new face by accident, and"

Representative Qian Ming pointed to his curved bangs, but it was intended to remind Omer himself: "It may be a bit offensive, but your fringe here reminds me of a friend."

"It's not difficult to understand, after all, it's in this academy."

Omer said without thinking.

"My adoptive father said the same thing, it's just that I didn't want it, I just couldn't be bothered to dye it black."

"That is to say," the girl asked in amazement, her eyes sparkled with the agility called interest, "is it also born?"

"... "

Aomer was silent when he heard the words. The sudden silence made the other party startled, and then put his hands together and said, "I'm sorry, sorry, I didn't mean that."

Her reaction was not slow, and she realized that in terms of the result, it was still like asking about her background, especially since Omer himself had indeed started a chatterbox.

"It's nothing." How could Omer, who felt that he couldn't stabilize his mentality, blame her? He was even reflecting on his 'mistake' just now, and then said calmly, "Then what's the matter with Ms. Qianming?"

"No need to add honorifics, you are not from the Far East, are you?"

"But you should be a pure Far Easterner."

"Oh, I don't care. Can I sit down?" "Anything."

Ao, who began to squeeze the plastic cup with his palm, remained silent, staring at the stadium in the distance.

By the way, I was entangled in the fact that I didn't notice it when I was closer to Eri Tachyon, but now I can clearly smell the scent of shampoo wafting.

Seems to be grapefruit type.

"Who are you paying attention to? The kid with the yellow and black earmuffs?"

The smell was closer, maybe he was tilting his head.

Homa once again doubted whether all the racehorse girls lost their sense of distance.

Now that he knew that Miura Bourbon was putting all his courage together, what about the Qianming representative next to him?
Omer locked his gaze firmly and did not let it deviate to one side, even though he might be able to get the answer by looking sideways.

"Want to know her name?" She was still asking.

"Little Lin Liqi." The mouth that let go of the straw said calmly.

"Sai Ma Niang is very talented in Yuanneng Fengshui, but some people on the Internet think that her technique is more like pure yin and yang than Fengshui."

"Wow~"

Omer heard a small clap of applause, but also noticed the slight distance of the breath, which made him feel a little more at ease.

And the other side is still saying:
"The intelligence work is so good, is it really aimed at that child? She is only a sophomore, and there is still more than a year before the selection."

"...No, just as a practitioner of origin energy," Omer said, an index finger stuck out from the palm that was still pressing on the plastic cup, and a candle-like flame popped out from the fingertip, "Pay a little attention to her, There is no idea of ​​a contract."

After all, the index finger returned to the line of pressing the plastic cup, distorting its shape even more.

Homa even felt as if he had gotten used to the special drink of honey a little bit.

"What about the other kid who juggles the ball? You must know that smart kid, right?"

"After all, he is a celebrity on Umastagram. He is young but knows how to manage and show his advantages in appearance and voice."

Umastagram, abbreviated as Umasta, once appeared in Tachyon's discourse. It is a social software mainly for sharing photos. It has the same function as Twitter, except that the main users are related followers such as Ma Niang, trainers, and Ma Niang fans. .

"Huh? This evaluation is so spicy, it is clearly a child as sweet as honey special drink."

"Only racehorse girls can enjoy the honey special drink, I will choose black coffee."

"Coffee or something, isn't it just as boring as Rudolph?"

Representative Qian Ming looked at the disposable plastic cup in the young man's hand that had been completely distorted.

The drink named Honey Special Drink was clearly drunk by the young man, and at this moment, the motionless eyebrows and eyes of a god can't even see the previous tangled expression.

"When you come to talk to boring people, you have to be prepared."

"But I think you look like an interesting person, haha, don't sigh! Actually, I'm also looking for a place to rest."

"And I've always liked this bench, especially in autumn when the leaves on it will fall."

"..." Aumer looked up at the luxuriant branches and leaves above his head, and he could probably imagine the scene, "Do you mourn the culture of things?"

"It's not that far, but I really like that kind of wind."

In terms of speech and personality, Representative Qian Ming is indeed not a pure Far Easter, she is as free as a Faroese, and she even made Omer jump to a certain imaginary windmill city.

Looking again at the horse girl facing each other across the ball under the instruction of the teacher in the distance, Aumer remained silent and did not continue the topic, and Qian Ming on the side was also silent, both of them seemed to be very focused on the distant stadium.

Then Homa suddenly said, "What about the rainy day?"

"Rainy day, hehe, it's not bad. Thinking about it, I have as many things in rainy days as in windy days!"

"It's not easy to remember if there are too many," Amo said softly, "Even if it is embedded with a chip, it needs to be recalled from time to time."

"Haha, are you here to sell chips? I don't think it matters."

Ma Niang's casual and comfortable voice came calmly.

"Even if it is the past that I can't remember clearly, the time that I have forgotten may remain in someone's hands."

"..."

"Hmm, isn't this sentence handsome? Ah! It's all over now, no, I have to go to the swimming pool to see, goodbye~!"

The sudden wind blowing beside him made Aomo subconsciously turn his head to look, and he saw the figure who got up and waved to him and then left, and before he said goodbye, he saw the other person suddenly turned his head.

"correct!"

The cyan eyes fell on him, and even fell on the twisted plastic cup in his hand, and a happy smile appeared on his face.

"Didn't you already drink the special honey drink? But don't force yourself like this, let's talk next time!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around again and trotted away.

Come suddenly, then run suddenly, but only trot.

It seems that a horse girl as free as her still needs to pay attention to the school rules of not running wild on campus.

Speaking of which, she didn't even ask her name, and said that we'll talk next time we meet. Could it be that she was here for herself in the first place?

what reason?
Aomo was still wondering, and suddenly heard a rush of footsteps, and saw the other party suddenly turn back.

"Uh, I haven't asked your name yet!"

"...Omer, Omer Linton."

"Is that trainer Linton? Well, you can just call me Qian Ming from now on!"

"..."

"No, I have to run this time!"

Coming in a hurry, and running away even more in a hurry, Tuliu Aomo watched her back quickly go away, and her thoughts stopped in place.

There seems to be no reason.
She really just chatted with herself on a whim, and even almost forgot to ask her name after the chat.

But suddenly there is a harvest of calling him by his name, and he really doesn't look like an Easterner. Let alone an Easterner, it's even a bit alien when he thinks about it.

Forget it, it's not very appropriate to describe the other party as an alien, so let's take it out.

Omer thought to himself, and looked down at the plastic cup in his hand again because of the touch in his hand.

It was really unexpected to be able to drink so much, but if he could drink, Omer pressed his chest, trying to suppress the nausea, and suddenly heard the sound of beeps coming from his pocket.

This made him activate the terminal, and Morrison's q-version face appeared on the light screen:

"What do you ask Yugel Company to do?" Morrison obviously because of the message sent by Omer before, "Can this have something to do with the work of the trainers?"

"Maybe? If you are free, help me find a relationship, and don't rush for an answer."

"Okay! I happened to learn a few tricks from a few flesh and blood, mechanically ascended hacker brothers, as long as they don't have the data of a complete Digimon gatekeeper, you can try it."

Morrison fully agreed, speaking as if he was very good, but Omer clearly remembered that the mature Digimon under the full body were quite good at corresponding to reality.

...Assuming that the rules of the online world are different, you can't be too harsh on an electronic vampire.

I looked around on the light screen, mainly at the playground in the distance, and then asked:

"By the way, did the interview go well? How does it feel to come to Teresan on the first day?"

"...overall it went well."

"?" At any rate, after spending more than ten years together day and night, Morrison could hear the complexity contained in the adopted son's words in an instant.

"In general?" he tried to confirm.

"Well, in general," Omer responded.

It's going well, but a little busy.

Still feeling a little nauseous now.

　No one will think of the golden ship when they see the title, right? The golden ship is the most free in the interstellar world (x
　　
　
(End of this chapter)