Chapter 94 Feeling not as good as going to school

The memory of Ma Niang on rainy days is always complicated.

Some horse girls will like the heavy pasture and splashing mud, but some horse girls will avoid it.

Representatives from Qianming who have experienced representative victories on rainy days will probably be the former.

As the saying goes, memories will gradually fade and become demagnetized.

But technology and magic can make up for this.

Even if there is no chip, Ma Niang in the university department will be quite accomplished in energy, and her brain development will not be much worse.

Representative Qianming didn’t respond directly, and it was just because he had complicated feelings.

Rainy day.

For representative Qianming, the rainy day means not only competition and training, but also the last memories.

She is rare, and she also encountered a racing girl on a rainy day during her retirement ceremony.

When you leave in the eyes of the public, it will be a rainy day.

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Under the continuous drizzle, the umbrellas in front of the stands were in full bloom and stacked together, making it difficult to tell whether the grass could be glimpsed through the gaps.

This is the retirement style of Representative Qianming. She has 8 wins in 15 games in her career. Judging from the data alone, this is not a good result. After all, in her era, there was a symbol of Rudolph.

Just like when Zhou Yu met Zhuge Liang, who came out of nowhere, he was overwhelmed at every turn, and several challenges failed in vain.

In this way, until October 6th at the Jiemen District Racecourse, she ushered in the end of Mr.C.B's fate.

The rain should have brought a desolate chill, but it was washed away by the large enough waiting crowd.

And when the protagonist walked near the stands and waved, someone shouted:

"Hey! The rain has stopped. Close the umbrella! Let everyone take a look at Qianming!"

"Can you close the umbrella temporarily?" Some people responded and took the initiative to set an example.

When someone took the initiative to set an example, everyone around them also put away their umbrellas.

The field of view widened, and the brown-haired horse girl wearing a coat seemed to notice this. She waved her hand, and the coat flew up. Underneath was the winning uniform that would cause cheers and madness whenever it appeared on the field.

A racing girl will inevitably wear a specially customized racing outfit when she sets foot in a G1 event. It is the condensation of a racing girl’s personality and dreams. Even at the end of everything, she should still show her due style.

It's just that at this moment, the previous shouts and praises have never appeared, and even the unwilling roars and reluctant attempts to stay are gone.

The rain didn't stop at all, and a group of soaked figures waved their arms vigorously in silence, also in response to the greeting of the horse racing girl.

She was holding her coat in one hand and waving vigorously at everyone with the other. Her bright smile could not be said to be real in the eyes of the people who were far away, but there were always people who were willing to help each other. They used technology and energy to build a relative relationship.

The clear picture is for those friends who have never met you.

There is no traditional Live, and there is no emotional speech to heat up the atmosphere.

She just came to say hello to all those who supported her, and even said goodbye in the future, as if it was just a small thing and she would still race on the track.

In this situation, the sound of rain blurred most of the noise, and everyone watched her light figure gradually leave the grass.

For every audience member who witnessed the closing ceremony, it was an unforgettable past.

It was like a time that would be engraved forever, not to mention that someone would catch a rare cold after that.

The memory is blurry even up to this point.

He could have called the chip function, but the low-level version of the function was unable to capture the fragments of his dream.

Then Omo woke up with a slightly confused look. His subconscious imbalance caused him to move suddenly, and the obvious sound of footsteps also caused a pair of brown horse ears to turn slightly.

"I asked you, can you not sleep in the laboratory?"

It's not concern but complaint, and the attitude is as usual.

Arisuzi poked his head out from in front of the test bench, holding a pair of tweezers in his hand. He stared at the sleepy Omer on the seat. After confirming that he was fine, he retracted his head to observe the hand.

glass slide.

He just kept mumbling and complaining:

"How could there be a guinea pig who came to the activity room and fell asleep on the chair? If you weren't sleeping as honestly as a guinea pig, I would have to kick you out."

".Feel sorry."

Omo lowered his head and glanced at the white coat hanging on his body. He could tell who it belonged to by looking at the shoulder width design, which was much smaller than that of an adult man.

But it's still a little surprising, after all, I didn't see it yesterday.

Although it is natural for a researcher to have a white coat, and even some people who are not researchers want to put on the whole outfit, but yesterday I didn't see anything like this in the room, and today there were suddenly more of them, which made him subconsciously think about the purpose.

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Probably some kind of expectation? Homao thought.

Expectation is a state of mind that is difficult to hide. Whether it rises or falls, there will be different behaviors. When you put on a pair of high-heeled boots and a white coat that are different from yesterday, you can see through the empty column under the experimental table.

When the boots are still as clean as new, you can't hide the expectations in your heart.

I still really want to run. Although I put on the attitude of ‘running is not as good as experimenting’ from the beginning, Ma Niang will still want to run after all.

Homare, who looked away from the boots, picked up his white coat and stood up.

I did a chest enlargement and stretched out.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"Don't you have a terminal? Mr. Guinea Pig."

His words were as prickly as ever, but at least he noticed that Omo was using a terminal instead of a mobile phone.

Omo, who didn't care much about this kind of rebellion, actually activated the terminal and took a look. It was now 9:34 in the morning. It seemed that he had only slept for more than two hours, which was quite stable.

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This is his second day as a trainer.

If you don't get enough sleep, you won't sleep.

This is natural, after all, he worked all night last night.

Near dusk yesterday, he received a real-name friend request online.

ID:西野花,

Verified by UmaLine.

The person on the end of the account of Miura Bourbon's roommate may be himself or Miura Bourbon, but this does not hinder the exchange of information.

Regarding Miura Bourbon's field performance, distance suitability, description and evaluation under different running methods, and even the speed fluctuation table and score lines, a whole compressed file turned into dazzling data after Omo decompressed it.

Then Omer reorganized it one by one into the way he was used to handling it.

This kind of processing can really speed up efficiency, just like the arrangement of furnishings in a room. Everyone has their own way of placing them, but to some extent they can "know where to put certain things."

Of course there are people who lose everything, but there are also many people whose rooms look messy at first glance, but who can always find their target objects immediately.

This type of person has a unique self-rhythm that has become a habit.

Omo is also one of such people.

His arrangement of the room was generally neat, but the placement of various data required another logic. At this time, Omer had to admit that the "Jockey Girl" game information that Bize once said was...

He provides some references, such as the more game-like 'speed', 'endurance', 'strength', etc. to summarize it which is really easy to understand.

It's just of little use.

Rather than overly precise and rigid numbers, he would rather define it with more erratic letters, and then throw all those things into the recycling bin after formally considering the training plan.

He knew very well that the summaries he made were only used to better understand the situation, but did not really represent that his horses would perform according to those values.

Bize once mentioned that there is a mood in the game. In reality, there are too many factors that affect performance.

Just yesterday at four o'clock in the afternoon, he came to the training ground in the northern part of the academy with her to carry out a set of testing instruments prepared by Ali Soko for testing.

Tako, who has recorded a lot of data on horse racing girls for the purpose of research, is so familiar and professional that even Omo is speechless.

He was instructed on how to use the instruments that measure and record cardiac potential, heart rate, respiration and electromyography. The latter even included blood oxygen concentration measuring instruments for each lap.

It's really too thorough, to the point where most trainers can't do it, and they might even think that Arisuko is making a fuss out of a molehill.

So they are not the trainers of Arisuko.

On the other hand, Omer fully accepted and even appreciated this level of professionalism. He was even very glad that his role as the horse girl was Arisuko.

After all, if he purchased these instruments in person, which he considered to be quite necessary... it would be both busy and heartbreaking.

Not only does the selection require a professional eye, but it also costs a lot of money.

But the wonder that this girl is actually a hidden rich woman should stop here. After all, after measuring those values, Omer realized that these values ​​were not ideal.

Although this data is very suitable for a horse girl researcher who stays indoors for a long time, it is naturally not possible to go to the competition field.

If nothing else, it is far from the nearby Miura Bourbon.

It is true that Miura Bourbon is a senior character with astonishing training, and it is normal for her to be inferior to Airi Speedo, but less than a quarter is still too much, and a heavy blow must be given!

Overall, the only thing that stands out is the explosive power.

But that's not worthy of praise.

Ali Taoko was already known for her 'super-fast' acceleration at the end of the trial a year ago and in the debut match immediately after. However, she had chosen to live in the empty classroom on the third floor, avoiding the trainers who had enthusiastically recommended themselves.

, even the thick curtains are always drawn.

From time to time there was a little smoke, and occasionally there were some screams of 'victims'.

Those who knew it just thought it was an experiment, and those who didn't know thought it was some kind of black magic.

Now look at the trainer's profile as a demon, oh! The impression of black magic will be even harder to wash away.

Omo, who had not thought about this yet, only felt that Miss Tachyon's rehabilitation exercises were urgent.

But the training plan must also take into account the wishes of the parties involved.

At least Eri Tako's training plan will definitely not be as full as Miura Bourbon's, as if she is going to compete in some kind of battle cup——

——The kind of game operation that is famous for high-intensity horse racing training. When Bize told it, Omer frowned.

Reality doesn't work.

If nothing else, at least in reality, although you will gain something after each race, it will definitely not be some magical event that "significantly increases attributes."

Although this world is ideal enough, it is not ideal yet.

There is no such thing as growth as long as you run through it. Speaking of this, you might as well look at the "Thing King" who has lived for more than two thousand years and is still a rookie.

The effect of the blessing ceremony of the three goddesses is quite real.

Every Ma Niang's debut competition will be blessed by the three goddesses, thereby strengthening her physical fitness and even source energy affinity, and most of her natural abilities will begin to show up significantly from then on.

But Omer doesn't have to think about this, after all, his two horse girls have been blessed, oh. It seems that the debut battle will indeed have to be repeated.

I don’t know if the blessings of the three goddesses can lead to the second round. It feels unrealistic. Unless I wait until Dali Arab is willing to take care of me, I can ask again.

However, the debut game was already several months away, so Omo didn't think about it too much for the time being. Instead, he specifically logged into the trainer chat room again and took the initiative to initiate the topic.

The original intention was to ask for help, after all, there are so many senior colleagues here.

These colleagues, who usually make jokes, all behaved quite reliably when talking about such professional topics, as if their horse racing girls were not in a competitive relationship, and even inspired a few divers to join the conversation.

Among them is Ms. Sakada Ayaka.

But it was also from there that the topic changed from newbie guidance to a trainers' complaint meeting, and then to an encouragement meeting for trainers who had racehorses under their belts who were competing in the Jidong Derby.

At that time, Omer was already writing and drawing at his desk.

Sometimes I type on the external keyboard, sometimes I glance at the encouragement meeting in the group chat, and sometimes I set up a repeater to make myself look familiar.

He didn't expect that so soon, he would have to try out Treson Academy and then integrate into that weird chat room style. In a sense, it was considered a pressure from work demands.

After scanning the chat room a few times, he dug out several sets of common templates he had collected, and inserted a long-thought-out schedule into them. This is how Omer spent his time last night.

The long night is long, and I change the scroll to keep me company.

PS: Thanks to Miracle Keke, Bai Wangyou, Du Jingshang, Fengzhiyunxiao, Hengbingyanlan, 545, and Sieglong Dongqiang for their rewards!

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