Chapter 93 Treson’s freest horse girl

There is a gym, football field, and a series of lounges and locker rooms in the southwest area of ​​Treson.

There is also a honey drink specialty store sandwiched between the gym and the football field.

Although there was still a bitterness that had not faded in his mouth, it did not prevent Omo from finding a bench on the roadside and sitting down, holding the drink in his hands with his hands clasped together.

Looking at the cover with the hoof painting printed on it, he took a sip from the straw with an extremely solemn posture.

"No, it's still too sweet."

He sighed and commented on this special honey drink, which he specifically requested to be 'lighter and thinner'.

After being reminded by enthusiastic colleagues in the group and receiving information that seemed to prove that he was overthinking, he wanted to drink something sweet.

I did see the storefront.

Perhaps because of the course time, the entrance of the specialty store seemed unexpectedly deserted. It was a rare opportunity, so I just went to buy a drink.

The special honey drink is called Eight Thousand Three in Tomyam. The reason is that as mentioned in the news record, it is a prototype application of katakana.

It can also be regarded as a well-known drink that took off with the Ma Niang competition and expanded into the interstellar world.

As you can tell from the name, this stuff is high in sugar and calories. Even if ordinary women can accept its taste, they will probably stay away from it.

But racehorse girls are different.

Racing is a high-intensity sports competition, and their energy consumption can be seen from the staggering amounts of food most of them eat.

However, the high sugar and high calorie content of Honey Drink makes it stand out from other drinks and become the only designated drink popular among countless horse racing girls.

There are even dozens of 'licorice' flavors specially launched for jockey girls - to be honest, most people can't tell the difference. This is just like the so-called 'soul' flavor, which is prepared for creatures with special tastes.

But the two obviously cannot be confused, and Omo's reaction at this moment is the most intuitive proof.

He was also thinking about whether the taste would change after the awakening of his bloodline. If he could also accept the honey drink, the high calorie content of this thing would be a good drink for him.

But the result can only be said to be overthinking.

Even the most diluted sweetness is not acceptable. Maybe his taste is too deeply affected by black coffee. Omo thought, raised his head again and looked at the racing girls on the football field in the distance. By the way,

He took a sip from the straw.

His brows also frowned subconsciously.

"If you're not used to drinking, why force yourself to drink?"

The sudden inquiry from the side made Omo raise his eyes in surprise, and then looked at the court again.

"I bought everything, so I can't waste it." He said calmly.

"Eh? What a wonderful speech from Tom Yan," the voice showed no pretense of surprise and curiosity, "She clearly looks quite Western."

In response, Omo just took another sip of the drink in silence.

The gradually accumulating sweetness and the thoughts he tried to suppress made him feel a bit 'tortured', and he was even more confused about how the other party could appear here.

"Do you want me to reveal my background? Qianming represents Miss."

The visitor is the representative of Qianming.

The first local Triple Crown horsewoman in the Far East District, she is also a palace-level horsewoman. Like the symbol of Rudolph, she has retired long ago but has found another position in the college.

She lowered her head and spoke to Omer, her brown hair hanging down naturally, and her smile showing a free and easy smile.

Such a face printed on the commemorative medal suddenly appeared next to him vividly, and the impact on Omo should have been even greater than the previous view from a high place.

But he suppressed the impact, and even the sweetness in his mouth became a new weight to suppress the impact.

So Omo responded with the seriousness that this kind of people are least good at dealing with.

As expected, he saw the embarrassment of such people and the panic that changed depending on the severity of the situation.

The latter did not occupy a proportion. Omo saw that she just smiled awkwardly and said:

"Not really, I just saw a new face unexpectedly, and"

Representative Qianming pointed to his curved bangs, but it was intended to remind Omer himself: "It may be a little offensive, but the strand of your hair here reminds me of a friend."

"It's not difficult to understand, after all, we are in this college."

Omer said without hesitation.

"My adoptive father also said the same, but this is not what I want, I just don't want to dye it black."

"That is to say," the girl asked in surprise, her eyes sparkling with interest, "that she is also born with it?"

“…”

Omo fell silent after hearing this. The silence came so suddenly that the other party was startled. Then he clasped his hands together and said, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean that."

Her reaction was not slow, and she realized that in terms of the result, it was still like asking about one's origins, especially since Omer himself had indeed started a conversation.

"It's nothing." Omo felt that he had failed to stabilize his mentality, so how could he blame her? He was even reflecting on his 'mistake' just now, and then said calmly, "Then what happened to Miss Qianming?"

"No need to use honorifics, you are not from the East, right?"

"But you should be a pure Easterner."

"Oh, I don't care. Can I sit down?" "Whatever."

Ao, who began to squeeze the plastic cup with his palm, remained silent and stared at the stadium in the distance.

By the way, I was struggling with the fact that I had never noticed it before when I was clearly closer to Eri Soko, but now I could clearly smell the smell of shampoo coming from her.

It seems to be grapefruit type.

"Who are you paying attention to? The kid with the yellow and black earmuffs?"

The smell was closer, maybe he was tilting his head.

Omer once again wondered if all the racehorse ladies were miscalculated in their sense of distance.

Now that he knew that Miura Bourbon had the courage to make a desperate move, what about the Qianming representative next to him?

Omer locked his gaze firmly, preventing it from moving to one side, even though he might be able to get the answer by looking sideways.

"Want to know her name?" she continued to ask.

"Xiao Lin's adventure." He put down the straw and said calmly.

"A racing girl who is extremely talented in Yuan Neng Feng Shui. However, some people on the Internet think that her practice is more like pure Yin Yang magic than Feng Shui."

"Wow~"

Omer heard the small clapping, but also noticed the slight distance of the breath, which made him feel a little calmer.

And the other person is still saying:

"The intelligence work is so good, is it really targeting that child? She is only in the second grade of junior high school, and there is still more than a year before the selection."

"No, just as a practitioner of source energy," Omer said, the palm that was still pressing the plastic cup stretched out an index finger, and a candle-like flame suddenly popped out from the fingertips, "pay a little attention to her,

There is no idea of ​​a contract."

After that, the index finger returned to the team pressing the plastic cup, making its shape even more distorted.

Omer even felt that he had somewhat adapted to the honey drink.

"How about the other kid who plays ball? You must know that kid who is really smart, right?"

"After all, he is a celebrity on Umastagram. He is young but knows how to run a business and shows off his advantages in appearance and voice."

Umastagram, abbreviated as Umasta, once appeared in Tako's words. It is a social software mainly engaged in sharing photos. It has the same function as Twitter, except that the main users are Ma Niang, trainers, Ma Niang fans and other related followers.

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"Eh? This is such a bitter comment. He is clearly a child as sweet as honey."

"Only racehorse girls can tolerate the honey drink. I will choose black coffee."

"Isn't coffee just as boring as Rudolph?"

Representative Qianming looked at the completely distorted disposable plastic cup in the young man's hand speechlessly.

The drink called Honey Special Drink was clearly drunk by the young man. At this moment, his eyes and brows were motionless like a statue, and the tangled expression before could not even be seen.

"Be prepared when you come to talk to boring people."

"But I think you seem like an interesting person, haha, don't sigh! In fact, I'm also looking for a place to rest."

"And I have always liked this bench, especially in autumn, when the leaves on it fall."

"..." Omo raised his head and looked at the leafy branches above his head. He could probably imagine the scene, "Is there a culture of mourning for things?"

"It's not that bad, I just like that kind of wind."

In terms of speech and personality, Representative Qianming is indeed not a pure Easterner. She is as free as a Falun. When she spoke, Omo jumped to an imaginary windmill city.

Looking back at Ma Niang, who was facing each other across the ball under the instructions of the teacher, Omo was silent and did not continue the topic. Qianming was also silent on the side. Both of them seemed to be looking at the distant court attentively.

Then Omer suddenly said: "What about rainy days?"

"It's a rainy day, haha, it's not bad. If you think about it, I have just as many things to do on a rainy day as when the wind blows!"
To be continued...