When I was a child, I had the experience of being taken to racetracks by my parents and elders. This is not much different from going to amusement parks and aquariums.

The racecourse and the Jockey Club Academy have also been striving to create a family-friendly atmosphere for all ages, and even include racing to a large extent in the composition of international events.

So much so that people have seen horse racing girls when they were young, and it is normal for people to even go to school and lay flowers.

As for safety, there is only one thing that needs to be said: the strength, reaction, and speed of horse racing girls are usually several times that of humans, and those who run the competition are all professional athletes.

As a result, even trainers who apply for jobs will emphasize physical fitness, otherwise they will send you home in one fell swoop.

With the improvement of science and technology and medical technology, these horse racing girls created by the three goddesses have performances that surpass the original ones in their hometown.

In terms of basic talents, it can completely compete with physical fantasy races such as demons, dragons, and dwarves.

These horse girls can really consider participating in fighting events and engaging in the armed industry, and it seems that they have already done so. Omer had heard Morrison mention before that a mercenary team had received a new horse girl.

There is also a pharmaceutical company in the East District that has popped up in the past few years. It has appeared in Heavy Armor Ma Niang, and it was once a hot search on the Internet.

At this point, it's really uncertain who will attack whom.

However, this has nothing to do with the game on the screen at the moment. Omo looked at the little brown-haired girl on the screen who had already made a visible trend and was wearing a military uniform to decide the winner. He really realized what Morrison said.

"Yang Jian".

Even though he was not Mewtwo, even though he was just watching a video, he could still feel the immersion and tension of a competitive event from the shouts of the scene and the quick words of the commentators, as well as the breathless anticipation.

This is the instinctive yearning that living things have to have for ‘sports’ and ‘extremes’.

Chasing the fastest and strongest elf, he ran across the grassland, attracting the attention of everyone at the scene and watching the video.

They are pleasing to the eye, but being the fastest, strongest, and tallest is always the pursuit of countless people. The unity pursued in this way can also capture Omo's heart - and then he was surprised by a voice of "Holy shit, this monster!"

Pulled back to reality.

Expresslessly, he shouted to his bedroom: "I'll look back and make dinner first." Without waiting for a response, he turned around, picked up the various bags on the table, and walked to the kitchen.

After all, the Mewtwo experience is similar to a deep dive game. You have to slap a person or machine directly to wake it up.
Chapter completed!