Chapter 98 Sarah, let’s start the experiment! (13)

After the class bell rang, most of the people around the training ground were gone. Omo was leaning on the track fence with his hands in his pockets, doing nothing. He looked at Aili Suzi playing with her mobile phone without any distractions, and then looked at the Manchester City Cafe aside.

A belated thank you:

"Excuse me, Kazata-kun, do you think I'm going to keep my class in the morning?"

"It's okay, I don't have class in the morning."

Just as she was putting the water bottle that Eliseko no longer drank back into the briefcase that Omer had asked her to carry, the Manchester Tea House was as well-behaved as Omer's horse girl.

It would be better to say that many curious students and colleagues have already asked about it before. A trainer with a strange face and two famous horse ladies can easily arouse curiosity.

However, their ideas were not entirely wrong. After all, Omer did sign two horse girls, both of whom were famous 'problem' horse girls, but they were just wrong.

It's a pity that Miura Bourbon has to attend classes and has no free time, so he can't come to help with training.

So just when he couldn't help, Manchester City Teahouse volunteered to help, which was really touching.

"You mean no classes?" "Do you still remember the topic of souls we talked about? Mr. Guinea Pig, Chazao is a top student in the source energy department! This is not within the scope of your intelligence, is it?"

As if triggered by a keyword search, Arisuko suddenly joined the topic, seemingly not wanting to miss any opportunity to hit Omo.

Then it further highlighted the honest and well-behaved character of Tea House: "Because of the popularity of the Spirituality Department, the school also kept it a secret because they were worried that other students would panic."

"...Then I'm really honored."

Omo, who was deeply touched by the word 'confidential', could think of the Tianmen City almost instantly.

The story begins with 'secrecy' and ends with 'secrecy'. Omo has no intention of thinking about the Heart of Terra and the secret key these days.

Among these secrets, probably only the 'secret' of Manchester City Tea House has the lowest threshold for learning.

"You are Tachyon's trainer, so you will know sooner or later."

That's just the threshold.

However, this can also explain the weak spirit son we just saw.

But more than that, Homais wanted to ask about the note.

"I see. But Kazata-san, do you still remember Tachyon's laboratory, or rather, the discarded paper balls in your utility room?"

After noticing that the opponent was not difficult to contact, he decided to hit the ball straight.

"Paper ball?" The other party's reaction seemed to be unimpressed.

"Yes, we needed to make room for new seats yesterday, so I took the liberty of rummaging through the clutter and pulled out a paper ball from inside."

As he spoke, he paid attention to the other person's expression. The doubt on that little face at this moment never disappeared, and it always proved that he was overthinking.

"I have to admit that I was very rude when I checked the contents of the paper without permission. I'm sorry for that, but let's not mention the above content for now. The logo of Yugel Company really concerns me."

"Because I heard that many stores near Treson have been approached by that company."

"Well, handing out flyers and promoting sales... I also have the notebooks they sent." Only after hearing the end, the doubts on the girl's face faded away, she nodded, and then she was stunned for a moment, with a look of confusion on her blank face.

Blushing, "Is there something... rotating... running or something in the content?" "What? Is it a little secret that is hard to tell?"

Eri Souko, who suddenly broke into the topic, had obviously been listening to this moment just to strike ‘this blow’.

And you can clearly see that the other person's face turns redder, as if he hit the mark.

Seeing her reaction, Omo felt a little disappointed.

Simply disappointed that my intuition was wrong.

It seemed like it was just a little girl's secret rather than any real suspicion. When he thought this, he saw a faint figure suddenly appear next to the other party and shook his head at him.

Omer was stunned for a moment, and then his train of thought was interrupted by Eli Souko who suddenly squeezed between the two of them.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, Mr. Guinea Pig~"

She was still 'tortured' at the Manchester City Teahouse, conducting secret exchanges between girls, but she still held her mobile phone in her hand, and seemed to have been pushed a message that made her laugh, heading towards Omer:

Are you still interested in participating in this kind of competition?"

"?"

When Omo suddenly heard such a sentence, he first put a question mark, and then an exclamation mark.

He and Manchester City Cafe looked at the screen together, and saw the first bold title:

[The top 10 dark villain appearance selections of the year, Omer Linton received 263,241 votes in the first round and advanced to the top 50 in the second round!]

"..."

Omer was silent, facing two different eyes. The playful scrutiny and puzzled repression made him look like a criminal suspect.

The suspect twitched the corner of his mouth: "First of all, I have to say, this is not the name I signed up for."

"Secondly, it's time for you to get up and listen to me standardize your running form."

"Okay~"

Arisuko also knew that being impatient can't eat hot tofu, at least it can't make the opponent anxious so quickly. Regretfully, she took back her hand and stood up, walking towards the runway.

Omo, on the other hand, first glanced at the open space beside the Manchester City Teahouse. After thinking for a moment, he decided to focus on what he just said.

Teaza classmates don’t know, or maybe they don’t care.

But the spirit next to her seemed to know something but told him not to ask.

Find another opportunity.

He walked towards Eri Soko, switched the terminal screen to public mode, and directly pulled out the standard running simulation diagram that had been prepared based on Eri Soko's height and weight: "Let's talk about the arms first, correct them according to the angle above.

, you simulate it.”

From everyone's point of view, Aili Suzi is not very enthusiastic about running. Even Omo, who allowed her to run twice first, deserves to be praised as "very skillful" by colleagues passing by.

But Omo himself understood it, and even the Manchester City cafe who also approached could see it.

There is no doubt that this researcher is willing to run.

Living in a laboratory, she studies the possibility of speeding up the speed of a racehorse, and even does not hesitate to conduct "in vivo experiments" that sound scary at first. The experimental subject can be someone else or herself.

‘Although I myself can be an experiment, I haven’t reached that point yet’, she had answered when Omo asked about the test drug.

In an experiment that truly uses oneself as the guinea pig, the target of research should not be drugs.

"Is that so? Come in handy for me, Guinea Pig-kun."

The body is slightly leaning forward, but the head and upper body are still in a straight line. Arisuko bends her arms slightly to restore the frozen posture.

Her control over her body was better than Omer's expectation, so Omer didn't need to correct her posture too much, he just slightly adjusted the angle of her arms.

By the hand of a mage.

"Don't worry, I will correct it for you naturally."

"Pay attention to the arm swing frequency to be stable enough. You should understand the importance of the upper arm flexor muscles and the inner hand muscles." As he said that, as soon as he stepped on the ground, a line of ice stretched out from under his feet and extended straight forward.

A sufficiently stable line.

This is purely due to the inability to move the hands and the inconvenience of drawing lines on the grass. It is the same as the mage's hand just now.

"Adjust the stride length according to the length of the ice line, and save a little energy in order to achieve a complete explosion of the final foot," he said.

The last kick mentioned in the horse racing competition refers to the explosive power in the final sprint.

After the quality of horse racing girls has generally improved so that mile races have been included in short distances, today's competitions only include short distances, middle distances and long distances.

Even if it is a short distance, it is still a standard distance of at least 1,800 meters.

In such a competition, most players are destined to be unable to sprint at all costs from the beginning.

Even if it is the so-called running method of running straight to the front, which is called "escape", the use of physical strength must be regulated, leaving several distance intervals, and being wary of sudden overtaking by latecomers.

The real explosion is always in the last distance, and this is the time when the purity of the "last foot" of all the racing girls is reflected.

Trainers understand this, and so do racing girls who have entered the professional field.

"Mr. Guinea Pig, check the error here." "Don't worry, I'm just checking back one centimeter. Okay, no problem."

"..." The horse racing girl was pacing, and the trainer was standing close and bending slightly to observe the pace. The Manchester City teahouse on the side looked at this scene that should be a commonplace, and always felt it was a bit strange.

She couldn't think of the reason because she didn't think about research.

now.

Two researchers, Omer Linton and Ellie Tachyon.

Cooperative adjustments are being made around the experimental product 'Eri Tachyon', striving to be accurate to the smallest error for the initial test.
Chapter completed!