In fact, after putting the things in his hands on the table, Omo was ready to leave.

Although there is a dressing table, formal makeup is not required for Ma Niang's competition.

After all, we encounter rainy days and strong winds from time to time.

I can't keep my makeup, and sometimes I even cry and my face turns red.

The function of the locker room is to change clothes. Whether it is a game uniform or a final uniform officially required by the G1 game, it is all changed here.

Of course, what is more important is the running shoes carefully prepared by each participant.

So after putting down his things, Omo, as a trainer of the opposite sex, should also leave.

If you are not stopped.

"...I feel like it's a bit unreal."

"Is it unreal?"

"Everything is just a mirage-like dream...the same illusion..."

"I think it's because 'friends' aren't around."

"Hmm..." The cafeteria nodded, confirming the trainer's unthinking answer.

"She has something to do, so... Shadow is very lackluster today..." She said, lowering her eyes to look at the shadow behind her that was reflected by the light in front of the mirror.

"So..." Walking to her side and looking at her in the mirror, Omo asked, "Is there any way to cheer up?"

The coffee shop also turned around and looked at himself in the mirror.

For students of seance, the mirror is not just a mirror, but also reflects something special, which they rely on and even feel at ease with.

"...I want to ask the trainer a question." She said looking at herself in the mirror.

"As long as privacy is not involved," Homare replied in the mirror.

"Will the trainer leave later?"

"..." The young man in the mirror was silent for a moment and did not ask. He just said, "I will not miss your run."

"No...trainer, I just want to say..."

The girl in the mirror has bright golden eyes.

"Don't pay too much attention to me..."

"No matter what, it's impossible not to care about the competition of the horse girl under you, right?" Omo said with a habitual smile, thinking that it was the black-haired horse girl's usual thoughtfulness.

But... would he be so considerate before the game?

Will there be a horse girl who has officially raised her motivation and stepped onto the field, and said to the trainer, "Don't pay too much attention to me" in the first open game? Is it so considerate?

Omo's smile was slightly stiff, and he put one hand on the back of the tea seat.

Then, he leaned forward slightly, as if he was leaning forward for a group photo.

The distance between cheeks is reflected very close in the mirror.

"Is this your expectation?" he asked softly, staring at the girl in the mirror. The lights in the room flickered on and off as if they were being visited by friends again.

"Um."

"If...the trainer could not hide his appearance...I would be able to clearly see the shadow I am chasing."

"..." Chewing these words, which at first sounded like words that asked him to seriously bring back the peace of Sunday, the young man was silent for several seconds.

Then smiled.

"good!"

He replied, the voice had a mixed trembling sound and belonged to the devil.

There was indeed a leaning devil in the mirror, with a ferocious silver face and silver spiral horns.

But the eye holes and the ends of the two horns overflowed with jet-black flames.

But the girl who was sitting upright next to her had no trace of fear on her face.

Under the dim light, those dark golden eyes had a captivating glow.

The corners of his mouth were raised, like a madman taking pleasure in danger.

If you ask what the status is.

That's obviously a perfect tune.
Chapter completed!