At this time, if the trainer or family members are more protective, they are more likely to become a doll that only lives in the arena.

Being strong only on the playing field is also a deformity.

Homais doesn't agree with this deformity, so he doesn't want all his horse racing girls to be autistic people with no human interaction at all.

At least not to the point where it would be difficult to find a partner to run alongside.

It turns out that the Sakura girl that Bize calls too ideal is also here, but unfortunately Bize's body probably can't even handle the classic "colliding around the corner with bread in mouth" type of encounter.

It will directly turn into a murder. The speed limit of Ma Niang Channel is 70.

"Humph, you'd better believe it!" Arisuzi, who had her arms folded, glanced sideways at him, not even reacting to the pretense of affection. She curled her lips when they met her eyes, "What are you still standing for?

Go to the cafeteria and pick out a chair from the clutter. Are you planning on competing for a seat with that agent horse girl?"

"Speaking of which, I'm quite curious. Isn't that Manchester City teahouse lady coming over at noon?"

Following his words, he walked towards the debris pile and manually started picking out seats with a relatively stable structure. Omer's eyes swept over the dusty musical instruments, cartons, keyboards, chessboards, and the like, wondering where the coffee lady came from.

Where did he get these things and he refused to throw them away, so he scanned the structure of the table and chairs, stretched out his hand toward it, and touched a ball of paper.

It was a trivial matter that didn't matter at first, but he unfolded it out of nowhere.

"Run. Run. Run."

It's not enough, I haven't been able to catch up with her yet.

It's not enough, it hasn't surpassed everything.

Turn. Turn. Turn.

Rising. Falling.

My thoughts keep looping,

Before I knew it, I was on top of colorful gears.』

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Omo looked at the inexplicable words on it with confusion, then looked at the tear at the end of the note that seemed to have been partially torn off, and his eyes focused on the familiar logo pattern on the edge.

The pattern of several rings hooked up and down is the logo of the Yugel Group.

That is the logo on the tail end of the small starship seen in the Stargate Space Network.

What a weird fate.

After chatting with the editor, the top priority was to change the introduction first. The original version was still too vague. Although the name of the dish was reported, it was still relatively vague.

It's time to change.
Chapter completed!