Chapter 270 NO.33: MB-19890425, attack

Even if the clouds dissipate, the grassland will not dry out.

The grass will splash water when you step on it. Once you exert enough force on it, not only the lotus-like water will spread out, but also obvious mud.

Just like at this moment, when Miura Bourbon and Manchester City were running on the field, the flying mud proved the necessity of changing into sportswear.

The two people had no idea that 'it was training, so they didn't need to run too hard'. The former ran in front with precise and powerful steps, while the latter followed closely behind with his feet that put aside everything.

The howling wind seemed to be mixed with thunder, giving people the illusion that the heavy rain was still lingering.

Two bolts of lightning, one of which was maroon and the other pitch black, had already crossed the first bend one after the other.

Outside the grandstand, Omo was using a freezing spell to collect moisture on the bench next to the track, while Sunday Ning Jing followed the two figures with his eyes and sighed with emotion:

"That kid in the teahouse has completely let go."

"You should have run with her again a long time ago," Homais replied, brushing the ice off the bench.

Rather than using flame magic to bake the bench and disperse the water, it is obviously easier to directly freeze the liquid on the surface and wipe it away.

The horse racing girl behind greeted her, slowing down her pace and walking with the power of her nickname.

"I've been with her day and night for so long, and I don't think she understands her as deeply as you do."

I don’t want to be so close, and I don’t want to be seen through by the other party - women will always be more emotional about this kind of thing than men.

He immediately opened up the distance and headed towards the finish line.

The desire to be satisfied and the flame that burns the self has no shortage of fuel, but it still needs a flame.

"But I can't run very fast."

In the past, Manchester City's performance even in official games was worrying, not only because of the unfamiliarity of the game, but also because it did not really ignite the flames.

It's up to Omo to use his lip-reading skills to understand her words that are "a clue to the door".

One horse body, two horse body - Sunday Serenity could not catch up with Miura Bourbon, but she was able to catch up with her sister's figure, and directly bumped into the body in the form of a soul body, and her running steps did not stop.

Instead of falling down, they slowed down smoothly due to the synchronization of the same running state.

She has indeed anchored the first place, with the lightness and speed of a Gundam.

At this moment, the mechanical, heavy and stable violence has transformed into something else. The mechanical spirit is galloping forward, not only maintaining its position at the front, but also further widening the distance.

Just as when she arrived, she preferred to get into it and wait for the transfer in order to avoid squeezing into the back seat of Homare with the two horse ladies.

And after that, she also picked up the stopwatch that Omo had put aside, intending to wait for the two horse girls to reach the end of the game before picking it up.

I wonder if I will ever be able to see the opponent in his victory uniform again... If he wanted to show off the majesty of the emperor, Omo would naturally miss that dark green uniform first.

"Not really, but I should be grateful to you for letting me go out for a walk." Rudolf accepted the invitation and sat on the side of the bench, and then raised his hand to signal for him to sit down as well.

In the era when the emperor was galloping in the arena, and in the era when the emperor was watching the arena, she had seen too many different types of jockey girls with different skill sets.

However, he obviously paid attention to the situation on the field and was able to speak peacefully on Sunday.

She was worried about the coffee shop, so she was running wildly, not using the erratic nature of her spiritual body, but running to interact with reality and matter.

"Do you want to have another round with the teahouse next time?" Omo asked.

"In terms of the pressure on the bones and joints of the legs, the heavy racecourse is lighter than the good racecourse, and the deformed soil will not provide too strong a reaction force."

Just like her old friends Chiaki and Maruzensky.

In this regard, Sunday Tranquility had to admit: "It is indeed true."

She is indeed a soul.

It's okay to be a little bit supernatural.

After all, she was still wearing Treson's school uniform.

G00 is the travel mode of the tool in the machine tool, that is, rapid point positioning, and Fxx marks the feed speed of the tool in the machine tool.

Only as a soul can the performance be so intuitive, no matter whether the spiritual sense is sharp or not, it can be clearly captured by the audience.

"By now, some little girls should have rejected those eyes of yours, right?"

It is not an exaggeration to describe it as "listening to heaven".

"Isn't it because of your bad eyes?" Sunday quietly stared at Omo, who sat down on the bench that was guaranteed to be dry and waved to him.

The visual effect of the victory server is very similar to the particle distribution because of its natural skills.

"She seems a little excited today..." Omo's tone was obviously not very worried. This confidence came from the black silhouette that had rushed to the finish line. The black silhouette had a more intuitive and violent temper than the teahouse, and was different from Miura Bourbon.

Like an explosion of violence trampling the earth like an industrial machine, her figure is the mania of the soul.

When the target you are chasing is not in front of you, you will always have reservations about running.

This may have been just a subconscious move on her part, but she took the initiative instantly. Fortunately, Omer didn't care and didn't feel pressured by it.

"This is just a random move to facilitate training. If it can also make people feel refreshed, then it will be great."

"Continuously accelerating in such a heavy racecourse, it seems that those two classmates... are called Miura Bourbon and Manchester Teahouse, right?" Rudolph symbolically showed her extraordinary memory. Even if she didn't recognize it at first, she continued to

After two seconds, the name can be accurately called.

"No need, as long as I see that Tea House's training is on track, I should withdraw." She stretched and was about to dig into Tea House's mobile phone.

Maybe it hasn't reached that point yet.

Bring the shameful behavior of the students to the student union, and it is also the student union with Tereson's aloof status.

What G00 1st.F∞ represents is undoubtedly the intention to move at infinite speed and cut a sharp blade towards the first place——

And Omo didn't force it. He just put the book on his knees and opened it. He looked at the content and said: "Calling it 'bad' is too much."

He never mentioned the reason why he didn't bring Danda with him. Danda was obsessed with studying monsters and couldn't afford to delay.

He stood up calmly, put down the books on his knees, and gestured to her to sit down.

And having learned the lesson from last time, Bourbon will not be stunned by the supernatural phenomena on the field this time.

"I'll go see them." She said.

"So she can catch up with Miura Bourbon with this?"

Stately and solemn?

"None of them seem to be your racehorse ladies."

The appearance of the horse racing girl grows very slowly outside of the range of "original transformation".

As if to avoid being overheard by the other party, Zhou Jingjing raised his hand and patted Omer on the shoulder to make him look up before speaking silently.

[G00 1st.F∞;] Miura Bourbon’s talent skill is named after the automatic programming of equipment such as CNC machine tools.

"Does my news bother you?"

"Training, indeed," the emperor nodded, looking at the two girls in the distance, "Aren't you worried? Trainer Linton."

After all, he had to admit that the other party's words were accurate, and Zhen Ji Ling was a good example.

For example, F200 means that the tool feeds in the feed direction at 200mm/s.

After all, as an eight-time champion and a retired full-level player, there is really no need for Rudolf to ask such basic questions unless she is testing Omer's basic skills as a trainer.

The girl ran hard, like a galloping thunder, chasing her companion who was like a fully drawn bow in front of her.

"Hey, look over there!"

When the skills are deployed, even without changing into the overly cool victory uniform, it can still bring acceleration like a meteor.

This left Omer speechless. After hearing the footsteps speeding up slightly, he turned his head and looked behind him.

Of course, maybe the troubles between Cyber ​​Horse Girl and Psychic Horse Girl were brought to the desk of the Student Union.

"If you can't catch up, her physical strength is not enough to support her as a 'fleeing horse'. The result of using her strength in advance will only widen the gap in the final game."

"As for this heavy racecourse...you don't doubt that they will be injured, right?" When asked about this, Omer looked at her specifically and felt that this was not necessary.

And such nostalgia did not prevent him from responding to that greeting:

"Good afternoon, Miss Rudolf."

"Good afternoon, Trainer Linton, long time no see."

So at that final moment, there will be a confrontation between [Anaruta]/[Shape of the Chasing Lord] and [G00 1st.F∞;].

"..." Omer was silent and turned the page.

"The past few days of reviewing documents have been really boring, and there has been a gloomy rainstorm. But now, thanks to Trainer Linton, it has been wiped away."

Therefore, even the power of His Majesty the Emperor is only the oppression of the student council president.

"Tung Yam has a saying, the authorities are obsessed with it, and the family vision will eventually be somewhat obstructed."

"Yes, he is just a temporary acting trainer," Omer nodded slightly, turning to look at the two horse girls who were accelerating, "but if I think about it, when the horse girls want to run better and faster, they have to work with the temporary trainers."

It doesn’t matter whether it’s temporary or not. As a trainer, you should make some response.”

She was accelerating continuously, and dark shadows similar to the peaceful eight minutes on Sunday also flashed in front of her from time to time, making the stadium itself look a bit cold and strange, but the emperor did not care about this.
To be continued...