Chapter 478 NO61 She is kale kalie!

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 478 NO.61 She is kale kalie!

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

August is its final bloom.

Not only in the fields and flower beds, but also on the huge screen, the colors are as colorful as cherry blossoms.

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

Contemporary technology gives it a lifelike posture, and can even freeze it into a metal emblem, which is no less magnificent than a real flower and even more majestic.

The Cosmos Trophy is an OP-level short-distance race held in the first half of August.

In August, a slow month for horse racing, it serves as a link between major events and other secondary events, and is also one of the stepping stones for G3 events.

It is true that it is also saddled with multiple bad tags such as 'hot weather', 'lack of famous horse girls', 'secondary racecourse', etc., which means that its number of viewers is not ideal.

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

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

The only and most important question is...

"Teahouse, how do you feel?"

When Omo led the team into the Sapporo Racecourse, the first thing they saw was the huge screen and the dense ring of auditoriums surrounding the screen.

Even though this game is burdened with many of the debuffs mentioned before, as a secondary horse racing venue with only more than 120,000 seats, it is still full of seats at first glance - and there is an ever-increasing number of live broadcast viewers.

number.

An 'electronic spectator' that performs synchronous simulation of the stadium with deep infiltration.

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

"It seems that we have done a good job as a publicity port. Even the committee members had time to watch this OP-level event on Sunday."

"Just come and have a look, are there any special players?"

"Yes, for example - Manhattan Cafe, this one is a player from Central China."

"Whether it's the rumors about her in her early years or the recent comments about her problematic trainer, she has been at the forefront of the storm."

"How many people do you think think highly of her?"

"There are quite a few, and it seems that there are even a lot of famous horse girls who came to the scene, saying they came to support the little girl. So when you, the committee member, came here on Sunday, I thought you were also here for her."

This is obviously not wrong.

When the black-haired horse girl who was walking towards the player tunnel raised her head and faced the same black-haired horse girl standing a hundred meters away, the junior staff member of the URA Association realized...

…

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

But this shouldn't be the case...

As staff, they double-check each player's information.

The date, location, family structure, and whether there are relatives who are also Ma Niang are the key points to pay attention to as a Ma Niang. These are all parts that can be used as popularity promotion.

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

The family structure of the Manchester City teahouse player is extremely ordinary.

A human couple gives birth to a daughter who is possessed by the soul of a racehorse and becomes a horsegirl. There is no possibility of joining the racehorse girl family...

So...is this just a simple coincidence?

This doubt will probably only end like this.

The Sunday committee member was not a very good-tempered committee member. This staff member was a local from the Far East who "won't cause trouble to others." He could only watch the two people looking at each other from a distance for a few seconds, and then each said

Look away.

What follows is:

"I gotta go."

"Eh, eh? So hasty?"

The staff member was just wondering whether Sunday's committee would cheer for the girl who looked so much like her.

"I still have things to do, but 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 usually only lasts a few minutes..."

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

As she spoke, she turned into a ball of black energy and disappeared into the air, making the staff member feel a little scared again.

...The auditorium clearly has a device to prevent the source energy from being exerted...

And more than a hundred meters below.

The girl has already entered the contestant tunnel with the trainer.

Stepping into the backstage, and then heading towards the front stage, the black-haired horse girl, who did not answer the trainer's initial question, walked silently.

Her silence was as deep as her long hair, but the trainer who was following suit and carrying the girl's running clothes and shoe bag relied on his height advantage to look straight at the ears and the girl's head.

Strands of milky white hair.

Occasionally he would feel a little strange.

Although in this world, hair style has become a very free field, and you can even dye your hair into a mix of inside and outside, or even colorful hair colors that only existed in cartoons in the past.

But in the field of fixed hairstyles...

The children's stubborn and upward attitude may be proof that they have worked hard on source energy.

However, studying how to fix the girl's hairstyle could not take up the time that Homais had to walk down the corridor. His thoughts could not help but drift, and he inevitably thought of the speedy girl who had probably already taken a seat in the auditorium and helped him occupy his seat.

Sons and Bourbon.

Tomorrow's game is about to begin. Continuing training to stay in shape is one option, but relaxing and adjusting is also an option. The three horse girls in the office are obviously in good terms, and they all chose to cheer up their roommates on this day.

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

Maruzensky, Heroes of the Desert, Toshang Revolution, Tamamo Cross, Narita Shirohito, Mi Yu, Otaku Sun God, and the rarely mentioned roommate of the teahouse: Snow Beauty.

Instead of complaining about Ma Niang’s unique and peculiar name, we might as well lament the good intentions of Tamamo Cross and the other three players who came all the way to Sapporo to witness the first game at the tea house.

But Omer wanted to lament that there was a real cleverness beside the hero of the desert.

As a trainer, you probably shouldn't resist the crowd of talented people gathered in the auditorium when your horses are competing, especially when there was a text message from Rudolf early in the morning asking him if his horses were competing for the first time today.

Although it was not a real first battle, the other party still managed to get through the sea of ​​documents, both in the same auditorium.

As a staff member lamented, such a luxurious viewing lineup even caused the teahouse to be the most popular, but not optimistic about the trend.

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

But this is not a pressure.

Omo could completely regard the silence in the tea seat as a form of pressure. He could also speed up his pace, walk to the front of the tea seat and turn around to confirm the other person's expression and the tiny movements hidden under the hem of his long clothes.

But this time, I didn't follow my usual habit of guessing the other party's psychology.

He was just following behind, not even "observing" the other person, just looking at some random things.

For example, the dullness of the teahouse, or the darkness of this corridor.

Trainers always get familiar with the inside of each racecourse step by step along with the horse girl's games, but this is the first time for Omo to come to such a place.

This book is memorable, but not very pleasing to look at.

This may also be proof that it is a secondary racecourse.

It was clear that there were many lights in the corridor, but most of them were suppressed by dark spots, and some were flashing frequently.

In Omo's red eyes behind the lenses, several standing figures can be seen.

Oh, then this is not a problem at the racecourse.

It’s the friends around the teahouse who are more naughty.

However, neither Cha Zao nor Omo cared about their naughtiness. After all, there were no other players or trainers in this passage.

After some research, we found that the teahouse's number, or gate number, was the innermost route, the best choice to save energy, and it also arrived earlier than anyone else.

Different from the lottery for G-level official events, OP-level events have room for manipulation in player quotas and gate numbers, which is also the best practical assistance that Omo can provide to Ma Niang.

Fortunately, the only defective thing was the light bulb in the corridor. When the cafeteria opened the door of the dressing room marked "Yiyi", Omo saw that the furnishings inside were at least quite good.

The tea seater had already sat on the chair in front of the dressing table and issued the first call after a long silence:

"Trainer."

"Um?"

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

Although there is a dressing table, formal makeup is not required for Ma Niang's competition.

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

I can't keep my makeup, and sometimes I even cry and my face turns red.

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

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

So after putting down his things, Omo, as a trainer of the opposite sex, should also leave.

If you are not stopped.

"...I feel like it's a bit unreal."

"Is it unreal?"

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

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

"Hmm..." The cafeteria nodded, confirming the trainer's unthinking answer.

"She has something to do, so... Shadow is very lackluster today..." She said, lowering her eyes to look at the shadow behind her that was reflected by the light in front of the mirror.

"So..." Walking to her side and looking at her in the mirror, Omo asked, "Is there any way to cheer up?"

The coffee shop also turned around and looked at himself in the mirror.

For students of seance, the mirror is not just a mirror, but also reflects something special, which they rely on and even feel at ease with.

"...I want to ask the trainer a question." She said looking at herself in the mirror.

"As long as privacy is not involved," Homare replied in the mirror.

"Will the trainer leave later?"

"..." The young man in the mirror was silent for a moment and did not ask. He just said, "I will not miss your run."

"No...trainer, I just want to say..."

The girl in the mirror has bright golden eyes.

"Don't pay too much attention to me..."

"No matter what, it's impossible not to care about the competition of the horse girl under you, right?" Omo said with a habitual smile, thinking that it was the black-haired horse girl's usual thoughtfulness.

But... would he be so considerate before the game?

Will there be a horse girl who has officially raised her motivation and stepped onto the field, and said to the trainer, "Don't pay too much attention to me" in the first open game? Is it so considerate?

Omo's smile was slightly stiff, and he put one hand on the back of the tea seat.

Then, he leaned forward slightly, as if he was leaning forward for a group photo.

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

"Is this your expectation?" he asked softly, staring at the girl in the mirror. The lights in the room flickered on and off as if they were being visited by friends again.

"Um."

"If...the trainer could not hide his appearance...I would be able to clearly see the shadow I am chasing."

"..." Chewing these words, which at first sounded like words that asked him to seriously bring back the peace of Sunday, the young man was silent for several seconds.

Then smiled.

"good!"

He replied, the voice had a mixed trembling sound and belonged to the devil.

There was indeed a leaning devil in the mirror, with a ferocious silver face and silver spiral horns.

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

But the girl who was sitting upright next to her had no trace of fear on her face.

Under the dim light, those dark golden eyes had a captivating glow.

The corners of his mouth were raised, like a madman taking pleasure in danger.

If you ask what the status is.

That's obviously a perfect tune.
Chapter completed!