Chapter 85 Guess how many people are squatting on you (Additional updates for meeting the monthly ticket standards and alliance leader An Miaoge)

Unexpectedly, a goddess who doesn’t even know how to stuff a cash box still has a terminal. So what does she use that terminal to check on a daily basis?

Homais, who was going down the mountain, was thinking about this nutritious problem.

On the whole, everything went smoothly, and some of the necessary steps for a formal visit to the shrine were even omitted, such as going to the shrine to wash hands.

But then again, why should such a combination of a Western Horse Goddess and a Baldur Demon follow the rules in a far east shrine?

After Omer asked the goddess to scan the QR code, he made a wish by ringing the bell and even clapping his hands a few times to make a wish.

It was the vaguest kind of 'hope everything goes well' type wish, and then I saw the goddess who said awkwardly, 'It's hard for me to realize your wish, why don't you make a wish related to a horse race girl?

Isn't there a horse girl in charge?'

As a goddess of the horse girl series, it is not difficult to understand that she has some specific abilities in fields related to horse girls. Omer is not surprised that she knows the number of horse girls under her. He is even willing to believe that the other party can be as accurate as Arisuko.

A body.

However, Omer still had no intention of making another wish. He just smiled, shook his head, and said that it was okay. It was better to achieve the goals related to the horse racing girl by himself.

This answer made the other party very satisfied, so when Omo went down the mountain, he had a dark golden guard in his hand.

The other party seemed to have just pulled him into a ceremony to pay homage, and that was it. He didn't say anything else, and Omo couldn't say anything else. He could only say goodbye first, thinking that he would get acquainted with him again later with a gift.

That way you will have more courage to find topics.

As for the imperial guard.

Omer looked at the guard in his hand. The outline of a running horse was woven with dark red lines in the center of the dark golden guard. It felt cold when he held it in his hand.

The guardian of the Far East District is essentially a talisman. Omer's evaluation of this is: It feels not as good as the benefits of commemorative coins.

Using commemorative coins to cosplay Two-Face's power boost is more reliable than waiting for someone else to rescue him. Just throw this thing to Eri Souko later, and maybe he can save some air-conditioning expenses.

After a while, Trayson didn't seem to care about the air conditioner. Fiomer touched his chin and found that he could come to the laboratory to use the air conditioner for free in the future. However, after thinking about it, there was a high probability that he would be asked to cooperate with the experiment if he stayed in the laboratory. This wave

Costs and benefits may not mesh well together.

Let's see what happens in the afternoon. After sighing, he looked at the unread messages on the light screen again. Kelif asked him how his work was going, and Bize sent a new message asking if he could let Ali Soko shout.

A teliga?

The meaning was unclear, and it might have been a seizure peculiar to aliens. Omer skipped it and chatted with Kelif before heading to the canteen.

I deliberately missed the peak period just to experience the legendary free canteen that can satisfy even a racing girl.

However, even if we missed the peak period, there were still some horse girls and even employees active in the canteen.

So these people inevitably turned their surprised eyes to the unfamiliar face of Omer.

Is there such a young trainer in the school? And with this hair color, is he an emperor or a fan of the emperor?

Despite these gazes, Omo passed by calmly.

The hat and mask had already been taken off when he arrived at the shrine. When he thought that some horse racing girls were looking for him on campus, and his characteristics were the same as Miss Junchuan's reins, he simply went straight to the window without any disguise and went straight to the menu.

Quantum read it quickly, and then let out an unexpected sigh.

‘MD, there are so many carrots!’

Although the menu is diverse and well-balanced, most of it involves ingredients such as "carrots", so that the name of the dish at first glance makes Omer feel a little "carrot-like".

But fortunately, the cafeteria also knows that not all carrot-loving horse girls in this school can choose some normal dishes.

It belongs to the type of recipe where it is too easy to be blinded by the frequent appearance of ‘carrots’ at first glance, but it still leaves a way for others to survive.

"Excuse me, I'll order these."

"Okay, please take the sign and wait."

There are set meals that can be ordered directly, and freshly made dishes that can be waited for. Omo chose a sparsely populated edge seat and sat down. He inserted the number plate into the interface on the desktop, and then started to look at other restaurants in the canteen.

point.

From the perspective of the researcher, the food that Ali Tachyon would like would probably start from the perspective of nutritional balance, but since he does not know the recent physical condition of Ari Tachyon, he should be more conservative in his choices, taking into account the balance of meals and taste.

Omer smacked his lips, feeling like he had no choice.

It is better to think about replicating the recipe prepared for Morrison in the future.

But when I think about it again, I find it troublesome because the recipe needs to be improved.

After all, the difference in taste between a vampire and a racehorse girl was obvious, and he couldn't fill a table full of all kinds of blood products for Eliseko.

So not only do I have to cook by myself, but I also have to adjust the recipes. Do I need to apply for an extra kitchen? Or should I talk to the chef in the cafeteria and see if I can borrow it?

Thinking of this, Omo turned his eyes towards the kitchen again. His perspective was slightly blank as he thought about the difference in taste, but suddenly there was a slight sound of moving chairs in his ears.

"Ask a question, can you give me permission to share a table?" "You are free to——?"

Omo, who didn't expect anyone to come running beside him and didn't even notice when the other person appeared, suddenly turned his head and saw a face that was as beautiful as a doll and lacked any emotion.

The blue eyes and the black eyes met in mid-air, but the former moved away without any trouble and placed the dinner plate in his hand on the table.

"I'm sorry," she said.

If Homa's speeches on weekdays are just calm without ups and downs, then her tone is inorganic and lifeless, as hard and cold as the metal headdress behind the right side of her cheek.

That face is familiar, and this tone is even more familiar.

When Omer saw her sitting aside and starting to pick up the tableware, he also moved his eyes away as if he was paying attention to etiquette, and looked at the kitchen window in the distance again. His face was calm, but his heart was naturally a little shaken.

After all, this was the real master he had expected to come to block him.

At the college entrance examination site that day, Aili Suzi hid in the darkness and successfully slipped into Omer's intelligence blind spot.

And a certain cyber horse girl who blocked the door openly and directly was an existence that really fell into Omo's vision and tried to go back to remedy the situation.

It’s just that I missed it that time.

At that time, Omo didn't care too much, but now that he is a trainer, looking back, he feels a bit regretful.

He did think about it, for a brief moment.

But he also remembered that the other party had a trainer, and that the trainer was a time traveler and had a different view on horse racing girls.

Forget about poaching people, but even if she thought that she would meet again at Treson College, even those horse girls who were looking for her would most likely inform her, Omer never thought that the real encounter would be

In this scenario.

The cafeteria is blocked, one is waiting for the meal, and the other is sitting aside with a plate. What does this mean?

No, let’s take a step back.

Why did she sit next to him instead of opposite?

And doesn’t she have any friends to go to the cafeteria with? What is the trainer doing?

Homa was still looking at the shop window. Although his hearing was worse than Ma Niang's, he was still sharp enough to hear the subtle sounds of dining behind him.

The sounds of tableware and chewing were steady enough. They didn't stop while eating, and there were no obvious glances coming from the side. It seemed like she just came to share the table for a meal.

There are so many empty seats and you come to my place to share a table for dinner?

Sitting next to a stranger of the opposite sex who has only appeared in TV interviews?

Is Miura Bourbon such a horse girl who lacks a sense of crisis? Or is it me who is the victim considering the comparison between a general trainer and a horse girl?

Omo didn't feel the sight coming from the side, but he already noticed the scorching heat coming from several places in the distance.

No, what are you excited about?

Omo's brows couldn't stop twitching, and he began to feel that the waiting time was extremely difficult.

Why is the meal I ordered not ready yet? Can you take so long with just a few Chinese dishes?

Omo, who had already considered getting up and going to the food delivery window to urge him, thought about it and turned around.

He suddenly remembered that he once had a question that he could not answer, and it was clear that now was the best opportunity.

"Can I interrupt you for a moment? Miss Miura Bourbon."

As long as he is determined, his ability to act is always outstanding.

"Permission, please explain the instructions."

This kid. Maybe he can be tricked into mining virtual coins.

Listening to this tone of voice that was like a mechanical role-playing, and this talkative gesture of immediately putting down the tableware after hearing his own words, Omo wiped his heart with sweat.

"Do you remember six days ago? On June 9, you went to the college entrance examination examination room."

"Confirm, I asked Nishinohana-san to take me to the destination on this date. In other words, we will complete the task together."

"Can I ask why?"

Adaptability is really a powerful thing, because there have been many people with "distinctive personalities" around me, and after studying the other party's information, in just a few words of the actual meeting, Omo has already

Being able to ignore her unusual way of speaking.

"Allow, confirm your location to facilitate analysis of you."

"?"

Omo looked at this horse racing girl with long maroon hair in surprise. Her blue eyes were always so blank, and it was clear that the light was focused on her, but Omo could not see any emotion in them.

It's as if the other party is really a 'cyborg'-like existence.

"Why do you want to analyze me?" To be honest, when he thought of this word, Omer thought of the mental examination in Tianmen City.

He was indeed analyzed by that cold machine, and then a page of mental examination sheet was thrown out to him that he didn't want to read.

Looking back, I still have mixed emotions.

But the Miura Bourbon was always consistent, answering decisively and directly: "You have been entered into the database. I have determined that it is necessary to confirm whether Mr. Ormer Linton is qualified to obtain 'authority'"

It just might be a little difficult to understand.

And when mentioning this, her eyes glanced at the badge on Omer's chest. At this moment, Omer noticed a change in her eyes.

Those blank blue eyes suddenly gained focus, and Omo was finally able to understand the emotion called determination.

"I urgently need a 'Master' who can cooperate with me right now, well, that is to say, a trainer."

She even considered the difficulty of understanding and deliberately changed the words to be easier to understand - before Omo could be moved by the fact that the other party finally showed his organic emotions and understanding, he was shocked by the content.

"Ah? Where is your trainer?"

This was the first time for Omo to encounter such a big discrepancy in intelligence.

When I wrote the title of this chapter, I thought of myself...I shed tears that I would die while saving the manuscript.

Closer to home, once the monthly pass has reached the standard, additional updates will be issued. By the way, I forgot to add the name of the franchisee to the previous price (the title of the chapter on the shelves cannot be changed)

If there are no surprises next, all that remains is the first order results to see if we need to add updates.

This is the only thing that can make me feel at ease. After all, the previous pursuit was not ideal. Although there will be many people joining in the fun for the first order, it is probably. No problem, probably. (Guilty heart.
Chapter completed!