Chapter 5 Jiemen District, Horse Racing Cultural Zone

What an abomination this Monday is.

It killed countless students in the hall and cut off the spirits of countless social animals, making them like walking zombies lacking souls and vitality.

All of this stems from fatigue.

They spent too much energy on the holiday called the weekend, which only increased their fatigue.

Fatigue never goes away easily.

Whether he is a vampire working for a private security contracting company or going to Jiemen District Middle School, he will be treated equally by it.

"what's wrong with you?"

"What's the matter with you?"

Omer, who has the responsibility of being an 'alarm clock', will kick his adoptive father's bedroom door as usual and only go to wash up after receiving a response.

Usually at this time, the two people still go out at different times. The meeting at the entrance is a rare accident, but the two people who caught a glimpse of the dark circles under each other's eyes clearly did not want to regard it as luck.

It was once mentioned that Omer's adoptive father Morrison was a 'useless adult'.

A vampire who always habitually stays in bed, is late for work and has to sigh and complain endlessly when he comes home for dinner. He even spends money like a moonlighter. He is indeed a very bad role model, but he serves as a '

After "Kicking the Alarm Clock Violently at the Door" and "Dictator Economic Butler", this situation gradually improved until he was on the right track in life.

The persistent dark circles under my eyes have long since disappeared.

But I never thought that it would happen again today, causing Omer to frown.

But why isn't Morrison surprised?

Omo has been a "little adult" since he was a child. He not only takes care of others but also takes care of himself. Morrison rarely sees him staying up late, especially outside of holidays.

"A BT teacher sent me a message in the middle of the night, asking me to prepare a set of basic information for time travellers." Omo's face was expressionless.

When he curses someone, he beats her in a roundabout way.

Back, everything is back. Morrison found a familiar shadow in these words and continued to put on his shoes.

"What teacher! Complain to him later!"

"No need, I think it's some kind of sudden time traveler incident," Omer, who had already tied up his sneakers, picked up the satchel beside him, "What's the matter with you?"

"I had a nightmare after watching your set of Mewtwo."

Probably because he felt embarrassed, Morrison's expression didn't look good.

However, Omo didn't intend to laugh at him. He just nodded and opened the door first: "Buy a set of thin blood to refresh yourself. I'll go first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already rushed out, but when he crossed the neighbor's door, Omo still lowered his eyes slightly, thinking that he had promised to call him uncle when he met, but the door of the neighbor with the special title of 'Vlad III' was tightly closed.

, then he doesn’t have to constrain his pace.

He walked quickly, and when he saw that the numbers at the elevator entrance were far away from him on the sixth floor, he would rather run to the stairs, but before he reached the fourth floor mark, he heard a familiar mixed sound.

It was the sound of dozens of small creatures flapping their wings, not only flapping their wings but also emitting a slightly sharp low cry, passing by him.

"It's not quite good, given your speed."

At this moment, the sarcasm of those who had been getting along day and night also came. Omer watched the bats with an unhappy gaze as they flew away at a speed that he could not catch up with, and smacked his lips, but it was a little subtle.

Transforming into a swarm of bats and disintegrating into smoke, the man's trademark vampire image skills were used to rush on the road. The man was too content with himself and was afraid of criticism from the property management. He did not fly out of the community directly from the corridor but squeezed into the cramped and narrow apartment with himself.

corridor.

It’s really hard to rate.

Without commenting, Omo ran out of the stairs and out of the community. He checked the time through the chip in his brain and stood in front of the bus stop to calm his breathing. In the blink of an eye, he saw a shadow flash past.

Still swinging her flying ponytail.

But no one was hurt by it, because the opponent ran in a specific channel.

The high-speed biological passageway parallel to the non-motorized lane is suitable for all creatures that use physical speed to catch up with or even surpass vehicles. The most famous one is naturally the horse racing girl, so it is also called the horse racing girl passage.

To be honest, with the popularization of training for extraordinary strength, there are many races that can match or even surpass the speed of horse girls. However, being fast does not mean that they dislike vehicles, so the number one race that uses the horse girl channel is indeed the horse girl. .

After all, whether it is the elves that inhabit the souls of horse racing, or they exist in this world, as well as the alien horse girls and even humans and horses who have traveled through time, they all have an almost homologous desire to pursue the sensory stimulation brought by speed.

Therefore, you can often see it in the city streets of the Holy Terra Federation: the lane speed limit is 50, and the high-speed biological passage speed limit is 70——

——Such daily scenes.

And the runners running on the high-speed biological passage did indeed overtake the vehicles on the side.

At this moment, Omer was standing on the bus holding the ring to confirm the time. As the bus was moving forward steadily, he saw two more horse girls passing him at a speed that was not that fast compared to the speed of the bus and could be seen clearly. sight.

Passengers who also saw this scene also reminded each other to say hello, and some even took out their mobile phones or terminals, and even directly adjusted the field of view to take pictures.

However, only the last kind of prosthetic transformation can retain the backs of the two with the fastest response, and the passengers holding mobile phones and terminals can only watch the runner's back turn into a distant curve, and then be The green forest on the roadside blocks the view.

Let out a sigh of regret.

Unlike them, Omer's reaction was always calm.

First of all, the highest school of the horse racing girl: Central Teresin College, is located in the Jiemen District, a major division of the Holy Federation of Terra.

To put it simply, they are in the same city, so the probability of seeing a horse racing girl in regular clothes or student uniforms on the streets is quite high.

Secondly, Limen Middle School in Jiemen District, which he is going to, is located on the west side of Jiemen District together with Central Treson. They are only two blocks apart. The chance of encountering him is greatly increased. Limen Middle School has been seen and known to many people. Treson students are proud of themselves, and some of them include the classic bragging starter "I have a horse racing girl friend XXX".

Theresa College is not a fully closed school, but most of the students live on campus. It is difficult to make friends between the two schools, so it is a classic bragging.

However, a guy like Omer who rarely talks about horse racing girls with others, and who hears about horse racing girls, instead of going to see them, will silently take a detour, can be regarded as a maverick.

So far no one has noticed this. It cannot be said that Omer is not famous enough, it can only be said that everyone is not free enough.

Bize, who was waiting for Omo at the bus stop not far from the subway entrance, was quite leisurely.

But he would take the initiative to bring up the topic of horse racing girls. It's not that Omer couldn't pick it up, but he was rather cold.

"Yo, here we come!"

Bize said hello with a smile on his face.

"I just saw the eldest daughter of the Mejiro family running past, but unfortunately I didn't take a photo to show you. Oh, yes, you don't know who the eldest daughter of the Mejiro family is, right?"

Bi Ze also didn’t know that compared to Mr. Ye, who was a good horse rider, the good brother he regarded as being extremely indifferent to horse racing ladies actually thought a lot about horse racing ladies and was almost an expert. One of the favorites pages of his browser marked "horse racing"

In the folding column, there are all the highlights of horse racing forums and some of the horse racing girls' itinerary posts promoted by some trainers.

"Is it important?"

Homao took the lead and turned towards the subway entrance, as coldly as Bize had expected.

It's not a misunderstanding this time. He really doesn't care that the other party sees Mejiro McQueen and doesn't want to get to know him. He only pays attention to the performance of the competition and the current situation of the racing girl, rather than personal contact.

The reason why I study so deeply but don’t want to meet the horse racing girl is simple.

At first I was very interested in horse racing and enjoyed watching it, but when I seriously considered it for my livelihood and considered making money from it, my attitude naturally changed.

When interest is upgraded to work, enthusiasm will gradually fade away, and the mask of pain will follow.

The reason why Omer didn't react violently was because he handled it properly and divided it into two states: when it was time to analyze the event, he analyzed it carefully, and at other times he avoided the horse racing girl, so that he wouldn't have too much of a headache.

In fact, Morrison also suggested that he apply for the trainer's major. After all, he relied on his judgment of the conditions of the racing girls to predict the championship. With his excellent vision and a 60% success rate in his own research, it was obvious to become a trainer.

There is a lot of potential for him, he will gain both fame and fortune, and maybe he can even bring his daughter-in-law back.

But Omo didn't intend to have such a tight relationship with the horse racing girl. He just used his remaining money to bet on the event. The accumulation of funds in the situation of winning three out of five games was extremely ideal. His goal was still the Security Bureau of the Two Worlds. Compared with contacting those who indirectly

As a time traveler, he is more interested in pure time travellers.

Of course, I'm not talking about the guy next to me.

"It doesn't matter whether it's important or not. I mean, you are an idol in the same city. It doesn't matter if you pay attention to me if you have nothing to do."

"You probably haven't learned from your history that the center of Tressen is located in the Jiemen area simply because the three goddesses were in this land when they traveled through."

"At that time, this place was not called Jiemen District."

Omo said calmly. As he spoke, he walked across the security check area, bowed and picked up the satchel on the conveyor belt.

This is a very euphemistic way of saying that this sense of honor for being in the same area is meaningless.

Such words were somewhat harsh and hurtful, so he chose to be tactful like this, and then listened to Bize who came from behind and said:

"Wouldn't that make it seem like Trayson and I are destined to be together? I also traveled through time and it's in the Jiemen area!"

"..."

Omer was silent, silent because of this invincible brain circuit.

Then he felt that correcting it was too troublesome, so he focused on his surroundings to divert his attention.

But among the people riding the subway, the element of "horse" can be vaguely seen among the various racial and ethnic features.

It’s Ma Niang again

Ao silently speeded up his pace, and then heard Bi Ze yelling: "There are actually horse girls taking the subway!"

Bird food, actually he also wanted to complain about this, but he just didn't want to say it.
To be continued...