Tresen's five horses tore me apart

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"No, Aldan saw that I was busy recently, so she made some medicinal soup. You know what, it actually tastes pretty good."

Bai Le said this, picking up the thermos and taking another sip.

"I didn't expect Aldan to have such a talent."

"Maybe it's because she's often sick that she learned how to make medicinal food. Yeah, that should be it. I'll ask her when I get a chance."

Bai Le actually didn't quite understand why Aldan had such an ability, but since the topic had come to this point, he just made a guess.

"That's amazing, Aldan. We can only make dishes like bean sprouts and fish cakes."

"And takoyaki."

Bai Le added.

"Well, we can also make takoyaki. Trainer, would you like some? We can make you some more."

"Okay, I haven't had Takoyaki made by Tama in a long time."

Someone nodded.

The last time he ate Xiaoyu's homemade takoyaki was last time, when they were not yet contracted partners.

After signing the contract, I was busy all day long and didn't have this opportunity anymore.

"Okay, okay, it's settled. Let's prepare the materials and equipment in the next two days."

"I think I can just borrow the equipment from school. I remember they had this thing in Home Economics class."

Even horse racing girls have to take home economics classes. This is one aspect of daily life in Central Teresa, Japan.

"Hehehe, the ones in school are all electric-heated and soulless. This time I want to show the trainer my best direct-fire takoyaki technique."

Xiaoyu waved her hand and spoke in the Kansai dialect with great vigor.

"Then I'll be looking forward to it. So, Xiaoyu, do you have anything to do today? I don't think it's on the schedule..."

After chatting for a while, Bai Le asked directly.

"Well... ahahaha, this is actually..."

Then, the girl's smile became subtly awkward, as if she was saying, "Since everyone else has come, I'm missing something if I don't come."

"Okay, now that we're here and have seen it all, if there's nothing else to do, go back to training."

Bai Le probably guessed what Danran was thinking. This subtle competitive spirit is also the nature of Uma Musume.

For any professional athlete, the higher the level, the stronger the desire to win. Uma Musume is a natural professional athlete, so this desire is even stronger.

He had seen this kind of knowledge in the trainer's manual before, but his specific understanding of this sentence was still established through repeated contact with Dantan and other horse girls.

The game is there, so go for the win.

This is the principle of Uma Musume.

However, knowing is one thing, but there are some things that we must try no matter how small the possibility is. This is the precious thing called hope.

The moment the tiny hope was finally grasped in one's hands, it was renamed.

It's called Miracle.

For Bai Le now, the miracle is that the current Qian Ming representative has not yet sent the belt over.

If the person in charge saw her walking into his office with her belt on, she would probably have to spend a lot of time explaining herself, otherwise she would not be able to maintain her image as a trainer.

He is very concerned about his image as a teacher. When he was a child, he had thought about becoming a teacher. Now he has realized his dream in a unique way, so naturally he has to be strict with himself.

"Hey, hey, look outside."

After Xiaoyu left, Bai Le received an email.

When he turned around, he saw half of Qian Ming's face appearing outside the window.

This guy actually waved his cell phone at him.

And for the first time, Bai Le felt that it was a good habit for Qian Ming to not go through the door.

He stood up holding up his pants with one hand - because of the recent exercise, his waist and legs have become a little thinner, and his pants are actually a little loose now, otherwise they would not fall off when he jumped to the ground.

Bai Le happened to be a person who seldom bought clothes. He was still wearing the clothes from his high school days before he traveled through time. If he hadn't traveled through time, he might have worn them for another 10 years.

Even after arriving in Japan, the clothes he bought could only be described as better than nothing. Apart from his school work clothes, the latest one was probably a suit that Miss Junchuan had customized for him last year.

Now that my body shape has changed, this suit probably needs to be sent for alterations.

"You are finally here."

He opened the window and whispered.

"I've been waiting outside for a long time. Why is your office so busy right now?"

Representative Qian Ming also whispered.

"It's not normal for the coach to talk to the trainer. Now that the big competitions are gone, some adjustments must be made. Bring me the belt."

Bai Le continued in a low voice.

"You won't let me sit in for a while?"

"Then you go and explain to them why a Triple Crown horse girl doesn't go through the main entrance but climbs through windows every day."

"Ahahaha, forget it then. Here's the belt. I'm leaving now."

So Qian Ming smiled guiltily, stuffed the belt into someone's hand, then pushed the wall hard with his feet, did a graceful backflip, and landed lightly on the ground.

"Phew, be careful."

Bai Le leaned out of the window and mouthed the words.

Representative Qian Ming probably understood what was going on. She raised her hand and waved casually to show that she was safe, then turned around and ran away.

Bai Le held his belt and pants in one hand, closed the window with the other hand, turned around and prepared to put on his belt quickly and go to the bathroom.

Then he saw six heads neatly lined up from top to bottom at the door. In the distance, there seemed to be a figure of a female escort in black clothes and sunglasses, who gave him a thumbs up.

I￥%...&...Piccolo player, what are you doing?

Someone's hand loosened subconsciously, and his pants were immediately restrained by gravity again. He hurriedly grabbed them and at least maintained his decency.

"Well, my belt broke unexpectedly today, and I didn't have a spare, so I asked someone to send a courier."

Bai Le laughed dryly and explained reluctantly.

Anyway, this is indeed the situation, and every word Bai Le said is true!

A group of horse girls looked at him and nodded, not knowing whether they agreed or not.

"So why are you still here watching if you're not going to train? Go back. What's so interesting about wearing a belt?"

"Please let me help."

With a snap of his fingers, the piccolo player appeared in front of Bai Le in an instant, stretched out his hand and said.

"No, I'll do it myself."

Bai Le took a half step back and held the belt behind him.

"All of you, get out now."

He raised his voice a little and finally drove away the group of giggling horse racing girls.

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Chapter 420: Destroyed by Qian Ming.

A lifetime of fame, ruined by thousands of lights, ruined by thousands of lights.

Bai Le finally fastened his belt, thinking with deep sorrow.

He didn't know whether the belt was good or not. In short, you can't expect a man who has used a 49-yuan Septwolves belt for ten years to care about such things.

Wouldn’t it be nice to upgrade your computer to a 90 series graphics card with this money?

Anyway, the length is quite suitable. It seems that this guy is thoughtful enough to cut it in advance.

In order to adapt to the situation, belts are usually too long at first. Just cut off the part hidden inside the belt head.

Bai Le tightened his pants and overcame gravity again, feeling his dignity returned to him.

Then he hurried to the toilet.

"You guys, you're not focusing on training. You all have sharp ears and run over here when you hear the slightest movement."

The Sirius team members stood in a row, probably knowing that they had done something wrong, and listened to the lecture obediently.

"Especially you, Xiaoyu. As the captain, you should play a good leading role instead of leading others to watch your trainer receive packages and change belts."

Bai Le hit Xiaoyu's head hard, causing it to explode.

He could tell at a glance that it was Xiaoyu who started this, otherwise why would the other people's personalities be so nonsensical?

At the beginning, Xiaoyu always acted like a little adult, training silently with gritted teeth, and would only be happy when she won the game.

Now he is lively and like a child.

When Gou Cao thought about it this way, it turned out to be a good thing.

Just don't use your childishness on me.

Bai Le felt a little helpless and could only say that he was both angry and amused.

"Gah, it hurts, it hurts, I know I was wrong, trainer."

The little guy admitted it quite quickly. After being hit, he squatted down with his head in his hands.

Why are you squatting? You are not from the Scarlet Devil Mansion, so you can't add any defense.

"Okay, let's continue training. I have to go deliver food quickly."

Someone sighed and didn't say much.

Today he had some understanding of the naughty side of the horse girl, even the beautiful postures had this side.

Doesn't this idiot think this is part of Japanese herd culture? Why don't you learn something right?

Someone shook his head, expressing a little concern about Ireland's future.

In short, he didn't have time to care about these things now. He had to go and deliver food to Suozi immediately, and by the way, he also had to check the data she had collected before to see if there was any new progress in the development of drugs.

I really can't stop for a moment.

Fortunately, the cafeteria is a buffet, so there is still food to eat at this moment. Besides, lunch time is past, so no one will notice if Bai Le comes.

He carried the lunch box and quickly arrived at the old classroom where Hayabusa and Tea House were.

In the afternoon, the Manchester City tea girls who have not yet signed the contract usually have to attend the unified training camp. This is Treson’s practice. Only the signed horse girls will have free time in the afternoon according to the judgment of the signed trainer.

"Oh no, he's not really starving to death, is he?"

Opening the door of the old classroom, Bai Le saw a corpse in a white coat lying on the table, with his hands stretched forward.

It's like begging for food.

Bai Le walked up with his lunch box and poked the corpse's shoulder.

No movement.

"Alita Tachyon, Alita Tachyon?"

He tried shaking the corpse's shoulders and felt warm, so it might not have been dead for long.

Then Ali Suko came back to life.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts—"

Someone whose arm was bitten by the zombie screamed in pain.

"I brought the food, I brought it!"

he shouted.