only monsters

Chapter 1574 No. 191: This is what real fans should do

[You have entered a signal blocking area, please confirm the location of the emergency call function]

As soon as they stepped into the corridor leading to the players' preparation room, this extremely conspicuous warning popped up on the terminal screen.

This was undoubtedly something new, and even relatively local, not covering all racecourses, and was consistent with some of the complaints Omer had seen while browsing professional forums in recent weeks. It was unclear whether it was to protect the horse girls or to provide cover for terrorists.

Considering this situation, the trainers' entourage was really necessary, which made him look back and glance behind him.

Under the bright lights in this corridor, seven men and women with trainer badges on their chests and the horse girls were walking in this corridor together. Some were talking to each other, while others were silent. However, they were basically paying attention to the front - and then they all froze when Omar glanced back.

Even stop.

?

Unable to tell whether it was a problem with his reputation or his eyesight, Omar turned around and pushed his glasses up on his nose.

He really wanted to maintain the current quiet atmosphere where only whispers could be heard.

Although this kind of whispering is useless to any girl with horse ears and trainer with a basic practice foundation.

But it no longer mattered whether this atmosphere was useful or not, because the horse girl next to him, who had grabbed a seat but managed to remain silent, finally spoke.

"Guinea Pig-kun~"

"Please say."

“What do you mean by please tell me? Are you keeping your distance again at a time like this!?”

"That's really terrifying, especially in front of so many horse girls and trainers," Omar said expressionlessly, "If you want to use this as an experimental variable, I'm afraid it will not be worth it."

Although he had thought about setting up a soundproof barrier to solve the problem once and for all, seeing that there were two conspicuous detection devices every few meters in the corridor, Omar decided to reduce unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Tsk, I've already said that."

"You won't get any extra points for your lab class if you continue to speak like this, Elissako-san, or are you just saying this to attract the stares of your three teammates?"

The process of looking at Bourbon, Tea House and Aori was also the process of exchanging glances with the three of them. Omar, with a calm gaze, watched each of their slightly nervous walking postures, which was equivalent to understanding the girls' small exchange of information.

There are two second-round players who have walked through Gaoyue Award, and a black cat player who is more well-behaved and confident, and can oppress everyone when he is on the field. When you see these three people walking with limps, you should not think in the ordinary way of "the players are trembling and nervous because of the name of Gaoyue Award".

You should think about what kind of reason can add unprecedented value to this game and make these three people so nervous that they can hardly control themselves.

For two parties directly involved in a matter, the answer is self-evident, but it also surprises the demon a little.

Surprisingly, despite her strong possessiveness, she was able to share her achievements with others.

Although the friendship between partners is very positive and the reflection and correction is even more touching, I haven't seen any signs of that kind of demon in the past few days, so I am naturally pessimistic about this.

——This may be due to some kind of pressure.

It doesn't feel like home, but more like my own home. Of course, there is also a high probability that it came from Suzuko. Since he mentioned it, it must be that Qian Mingren and the others saw it as a threat...

Why do you have to think about such irrelevant things when you are on the track of your dreams?

Do you think you can definitely win?

Or is it that adolescence has the destructive power to greatly magnify that little bit of love?
The worried trainer wasn't so sure.

Although he had almost too much experience with the opposite sex in recent days, he had never experienced crazy love and hate or deep sorrow and joy.

Only one-sided passive insight.

He could only determine the desires of the four girls based on the definition criteria of the monster cards, and the only ones who should have real emotional connections with the opposite sex should be Hayabusa and Aori.

Furthermore, the other three factors other than the tachyon are still far from reaching the extreme values ​​that would cause resonance.

Is it too narrow-minded?
Is it that the scope defined by monster cards is not enough to interpret all of a girl's emotions?

Omer, who had some preliminary conclusions and more questions, was unwilling to delve into these issues on the field, even though he seemed to be throwing the topic to the three girls. But the fact was that the three girls remained silent.

Even Bourbon, which was theoretically the most insensitive and least interested in these things, only slightly immersed itself in the otherwise upright progress.

This is a bit too much of a boost to someone's arrogance.

"Humph, what can these timid guys say?"

The team leader, who looked unfriendly, put one hand on his waist and swung the other, looking down on his team members. This attracted the attention of Chazuo and Aori, but Bourbon was not affected at all.

"Why are you still thinking so much? It's a blessing that we can avoid being late after all this. We might as well give the opportunity to other guys who want to participate in Gaoyue Sho."

"..."

These words made the forest treasure cave, who was walking alone at the back of the team without a trainer, have a subtle expression. He couldn't figure out whether he was speaking for himself or simply blaming his teammates.

Now, more than ten minutes after she had enthusiastically issued the challenge, the four members of this team had all seen her, but this was more of a reminder than a sudden appearance in their field of vision.

After all, Omer had already told them about this year's contestants at the beginning. In the list that he had specifically drawn their attention to, the Forest Treasure Cave was ranked first, and its resume was filled with the results of the past two months.

Because of this impression, Hayabusa's words were indeed a direct call to action, but the three horse girls all resisted the urge to look back at the target, and just stared at Hayabusa with unfriendly eyes, even Bourbon was no exception.

This is more presentable.

The brown-haired horse girl crossed her arms and hummed a rhythmic note proudly, but was immediately patted on the head by a hand on her hat.

"Well said, he's a good captain."

"You are really getting carried away, Guinea Pig-kun."

By stepping forward and kicking the former player on the calf, Suzi could ensure that his red face would not be seen by other players as long as he did not look back.

While mumbling words that could also be used to express his own thoughts, he opened the door of his own locker room.

"Same here. Well, now that we're here, I'll just wait outside."

Unlike the time with Sirius, although these four might prefer that he come in and say something, Omer didn't think they needed to prepare themselves mentally before the battle one by one.

So he just raised his hand and patted Hayabusa and Chazu's shoulders, then pushed Aori and Bourbon to their dressing rooms.

Because their gate numbers are relatively far back, the rooms are also a little farther away, but it is really hard to say whether these side-by-side numbers are good or bad in the arena.

"…Trainer."

“Master… ”

One on the left and one on the right, the two of them spoke almost at the same time to Omar who was retreating between the two doors, then looked at each other, and then looked at the demon's index finger raised to his mouth.

"No need to say more."

He said.

"The words of the horse girl should be made clear while running."

"Whether it's for each other or for me, you might as well trust your trainer to have the foresight to understand this."

"Can you believe it?" he asked.

"…Um."

"No problem, Master."

In front of Umastar, who had unknowingly ceased to be a top secret, both horse girls were willing to believe in the trainer's insights into horse girl competitions and the purity of his emotional empathy.

(End of this chapter)