The moonlight escapes into the shadows

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 488 NO.71 The moonlight escapes into the shadows

Generally speaking, Jockey Girls have their usual repertoire for the winner's stage.

After all, practicing singing and dancing is a troublesome job, and the classic songs in school are usually "うまぴょい伝説", "Make Debut", "ュメョカケル", "Wining the Soul", "Next Frontier" and the like

Hao Jun's golden song.

Adhering to the principle: I just learned singing and dancing, why don’t I use it? The early stage of the competition was also occupied by these songs that were almost worn out by the audience, but they still enjoyed it.

But since we specifically emphasize the early stage - we have to mention a common phenomenon in games: new players dress according to the rules, while old players go crazy and go beyond the rules.

Also known as: Big guys always have their own unique aesthetic.

As a result, songs not limited to those composed by the URA association were mixed into the winner's stage on a large scale.

Just like a certain free woman even sang geta on stage to torture her backup dancers, the URA Association was tolerant of this. There was even a business department that went out of its way to do this and reached copyright agreements with multiple music distribution companies.

Purchase Agreement.

Of course, if there are conditions - or to put it bluntly, if the performance is good enough, the URA Association will even take the initiative to contact the racing girl and her trainer to discuss the creation of a personal song or even an album.

As everyone knows, the lifeblood of the URA association lies with these iconic Maltese girls.

Packaging and promoting horse racing girls is not only a different kind of publicity for the competition, but will also naturally give back to the organizers.

Although most racehorse girls and trainers lack favorable impressions of the association, it is difficult to deny that the careers of racehorse girls are closely related to the URA Association.

But now, Manchester City Teahouse, which has just won an OP-level competition, is obviously not qualified to receive a personal song as a gift.

It is true that Omer did not set the winner's stage song in the cafe before the game. It is unlucky to open champagne before the game. Even if he knew the list of contestants and their current situation, he had to guard against the possibility of poisonous milk.

Secondly, just let the child sing whatever she wants. He believes that Tea House is well-behaved and sensible.

It’s not like we just have to make some very tricky songs that will attract the most comments.

but……

"Emotion and Memory のゆらぎ~"/The swing of emotion and memory

"What is the special choice?"/Even if you are chosen to be something special

"神のみぞ知る~"/Only the gods know

"明のエビデンス"/evidence of life

"月明かり夜る——!"/The moonlight disappears into the shadows

"雑台に声く出び"/Screams that echoed in the crowd

"罗まった死霊尊り払えない!!"/The undead that can't get rid of the entanglement

You'd better want to get rid of it...

Omo sighed inwardly, listening to the child's different voice in the audience. The rare high pitch was really outstanding. It was clear that a month ago, he was a child who would show off his cute voice if he was too anxious, but now he can control that voice.

A hoarse high note.

He probably practiced secretly in private... Omer always subconsciously avoided the privacy and personal space of the girls in the office, so it was only at times like this that he got real surprises.

No doubt it was a surprise.

After all, this is indeed his favorite song.

When her favorite song was sung by that child on stage, she would be a little touched, "It's as if she was singing it to herself." But looking at the reluctant condition of the two backup dancers beside her...

Perhaps we should lament that this child’s ‘rebellious period’ has finally arrived.

If the eldest lady of the gorgeous family listens to this kind of music, it will probably be an impressive experience.

"この心が生み出したIDOL"/The idol born in the heart

"Ming no stop no thunder"/the thunder that keeps roaring

"いつまででも脳内 regeneration"/always repeating in my mind

"もう抜け出せないの? I don't know!"/Can't escape anymore? I don't know

"この黑に——Answer えはない!!" In this darkness, there is no answer

Such a heavy repertoire seemed to add a touch of depth to the darkness. The audience, who seemed not to care at all, just swung their dark gold call sticks enthusiastically, completely integrating the scene into the atmosphere of an idol stage.

What about the three goddesses?

Sure enough, you don’t care about victory on such a small stage?

Omer was still looking around, but a hand came out from behind. When he wanted to take a photo of him, he turned around and held it, almost twisting it.

"Stop, stop, stop! It's me, it's me, it's me!!"

Bize's voice silenced him, but more importantly, he caught a glimpse of a familiar purple hair on the generally dark stage, with only the stage lighting.

The darkness could not hinder the dark red eyes of the devil, and he was completely convinced that the familiarity at that moment was one of the three goddesses he had only come into contact with.

Dali Arabia has purple hair and green eyes, and a fiery temper like a quiet horse girl on Sunday. Her real temperament is not as friendly and perfect as the brown-haired clone simulated by AI.

But it was precisely this kind of her that left a deep impression on Omer.

The monster-like aura of the dark horse is worthy of being the god transformed by the ancestral horse, and its oppression is far greater than that of Bai Ren, who carries the shadow.

Wait...oppression?

Realizing some similarities in attributes, Omer calmly accepted the fact that the other person's figure was once again overwhelmed by the crowd, and did not step forward to confirm, and there was no need to meet him.

Thinking that I should probably accept the reality, I should also consider the possibility that the teahouse itself has abnormal hobbies.

That kid...maybe never needed Sunday Serenity's protection in the first place.

Just as he was brainstorming in his mind, recalling all the signs of his past contact with the teahouse, and even the amazing times the other party used Sunday's peaceful spirit to communicate with him, someone was also struggling.

"Hey hey hey, isn't it time to let go?"

"Didn't Baalmon X teach you not to attack others rashly?"

"He's teaching! Relax a little, relax a little!"

Seeing the subtle appearance of this guy struggling, and not bothering to mention the topic of magic to strengthen his power, Omo let go of his hand and nodded slightly to the audience who turned back in front.

They didn't necessarily recognize Omer as the trainer in the C position on stage, but they could see the two tall men next to Bize.

Especially when Mann's permanent figure stands together with his female companion Dorio of the same size, it is equivalent to the oppression of three big men.

So they will turn around and continue calling very tolerantly, but their movements will be stiffer.

In contrast, although Tver on the side also noticed this group of people, the spaceman didn't care at all. His hands wrapped in smooth tentacles were still holding the call stick tightly, and he said to the stage that he was integrated into the stage. Call.

How should I put it, it's a bit embarrassing.

But when everyone is like this, you can deeply feel what "unity is strength".

That power can even change your perception and make you have self-doubts about whether there is a problem because you don't join.

But those with strong self-will will not be so shaken. As long as you firmly believe that the world has problems, you can be named Uchiha (crossed out) and become Zero!

But if you don’t want to be a masked bean sprout or a fan of mental illness, you can cast a tolerant eye on everything like Omer, as if you are a doctor in charge of this hospital, and you are full of tolerance for all patients.

And if someone is not a patient, such as a baby alien, the doctor will look down upon him without hesitation!

After saying hello to David, Mann and others, he then looked at the guy who was staring at the Metronian with great curiosity.

Considering that Bize was also a special cook, Omo was not surprised that he was curious about the leather case after it became a real person. However, Belstarmon's eyes were so intense that he couldn't help but ask: "Baelmon X is still talking to you now."

What?"

"No, he asked me to say hello to him two minutes ago, both to you and to this... uh, Miss Beizi?"

Bize worked very hard, but he only lasted two seconds and failed the challenge at the Don't Look.

The magnetic field of view in the Southern Hemisphere is unparalleled.

Then of course he received the same contempt from the latter and his partner: "Am I familiar with you? Even my partner wouldn't call me that."

Not really, I'm just not used to being called xx-chan... Omo said in his heart.

As a non-Ji Dong, he felt that such a title was quite greasy. It was pleasing for girls to call each other, but when it came from a man...

He has never built a sauce processing factory.

However, Bize has spent so long in Japan, a different world that has the same origin as the Far East culture, so there is no cultural barrier in this regard.

However, calling him Beizi at the beginning was obviously a bit too much. Omer felt that Bize had probably made a common mistake among time travelers - rashly calling the characters he knew by titles and nicknames.

This usually only occurs among travelers who talk to themselves or lack common sense in communication. It has been three months since Omer has seen Bize so mentally retarded.

However, his response was not slow, and even he apologized, while Omo was already chatting with David in a low voice about the racehorse girl.

Of course, David is far less enthusiastic about horse racing girls than his elder brother Mann, but he just feels:

"Omo, are you the trainer of that horse girl? Is it okay to stand so far away? I heard that you have many friends here..."

A normal friend will first care about your situation and then care about your relationship management. It is a very brotherly relationship.
To be continued...