Chapter 529 NO112 Miss Akane’s incomprehensible accostment

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 529 NO.112 Miss Akane’s incomprehensible accostment

The horse girl is undoubtedly eager to run.

Even if they can't run particularly fast, even if they can't win the championship, running is still their instinct.

As for the horse racing girl, compared to the ordinary horse girl, there is an extra word "race".

That word almost dominated their entire youth.

In competition, there are naturally enemies and opponents.

Although horse racing girls, like the protagonists of most sports and competitive comics, can also gain companions on the field, the horse racing track is ultimately a one-way street.

The word "single" not only refers to the direction, but also refers to the quantity.

There is only one champion, no matter how good your companions are, they will still be your opponents on the field.

But opponents are also indispensable.

The stage without opponents is lonely, and some power will only burst out when there are opponents.

The difficulty of dreams often lies in the strength of the opponent. It is precisely because there is such an opponent that needs to be defeated that the dream becomes so bright.

Such existence is indispensable even in heroic literature.

"But...how do you prove the existence of that rival lady?"

Omo said softly, because the library is a place that must avoid noise after all, and the Clock Tower Library adds a dangerous energy element to it.

As the saying goes, armed with sharp weapons, murderous intentions arise. Conflicts among sublimated people often go beyond verbal disputes.

"Mr. Linton doesn't believe me?"

"No, I'm looking for evidence..."

Withstanding the pressure of three looks, Omer whispered, his dark red eyes looking at the texture of the table in front of him, without looking at the girl who was wavering.

Sophora japonica is a common medium-to-high-grade wood. It is native to Anmei and has been widely introduced from various continents. It is not difficult to see it in Tomyam and the Far East.

Decent desks and old-fashioned desks are often composed of it, which is common and common.

At this time, if you want to say that there is something as high-end as maple hidden under its common appearance, you naturally need evidence.

"I was listening to your story with Miss Dongshang Transformation and Miss Gray. Neither of them questioned your statement, so why should I doubt it?"

He turned his head, looked at Dongshang Transformation and Gray, and smiled at them.

"The horse racing girl herself has also inherited the soul of the horse racing, and the tombkeeper who can sense spiritual bodies. Your understanding and attitude towards the horse racing soul mentioned by the desert hero are enough to serve as powerful testimony."

He raised his hand and gently tapped the cracks on the tabletop, staring at the light-colored wood below the cracks: "I believe that the soul of the horse racing horse named Desert Hero once remembered another important opponent, and prepared for it.

Its delay makes it anxious."

"But how to prove that it is not just showing off? I mean, the opponent you are waiting for may have a racing soul that has not yet been brought to this world, so the racing girl has not yet been born."

"This anxiety may also be due to the anxiety that you were born before I was born, and I was already old after giving birth to you."

"No, it won't! She definitely exists!...I am absolutely convinced."

The excited voice was blocked by Omo's quiet gesture, but the desert hero still insisted on his point of view.

And Omo, who saw her so excited for the first time, only raised his eyes slightly and looked at the light screen that had become dim due to a long period of inactivity.

"Because of intuition?"

"That's right!"

Some coincidences, maybe just coincidences.

Listening to the desert hero's troubles, Omer almost immediately remembered the Bayer Turkey last night.

A missing soul of a racehorse, the soul that he had seen in that world, transformed from a racehorse into a racehorse girl.

Omo once thought about whether to inform the goddesses and contact the hospital in their name to order a physical body.

The soul that has changed from a racehorse to a racehorse mother is not suitable to be possessed by a baby. If the soul and body do not match, it is better to reshape the body, but reshaping the body still requires the information of the soul.

No matter what, you have to get in touch with the soul first, and you have to make the soul 'clear' or strong enough.

Last time, it was so light that even the eyes of the devil could not see it clearly. It was not far from the soul-shattering one in the Dongyan context, and the final operation seemed to be a combination of body and Tao.

If he didn't have an intuition that the other party was not dead, he should have directly rejected the meaning of the commission.

intuition……

Omo sighed in his heart, sighing that he was no different from the desert hero.

Everyone is so rational, and everyone values ​​intuition so much...

It is clear that there is a possibility that intuition may be interfered with.

He looked at the other two audience members. The little witch was frowning and thinking, while the quiet tombkeeper lady was just looking at the friend in need of help with her quiet eyes.

After noticing Omer's gaze, he looked at it immediately, and then asked in a low voice: "Does Mr. Linton still not believe in heroes?"

These words seemed like a pun, which made him silent for a moment, and said: "Of course not, since we are going to listen to the other party's troubles, then I always have to stand in the position of the client before I can think about how to complete the task.

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"Mr. Linton!" The black-haired and bespectacled horse lady seemed a little excited.

"But evidence is always indispensable," Omer's words made the atmosphere feel like a deadlock. "Even if it is not to convince anyone, it should be the key to completing the commission, otherwise it will still be finding a needle in a haystack."

He and Gray looked at each other: "Even if it's your teacher, it's the same, Miss Grey."

"The three elements of whodunit, howdunit and whydunit can also be used here, but there is no explanation. All we have is intuition, so we can only hope for intuition."

When he said this, he raised his eyes slightly, because the light screen lit up again, and the familiar beginning also appeared in the first row of the notification bar.

【Gunpla Battle Nexus Online Operating Committee:

Intruders, please pay attention to network data fluctuations. We just made a flash update adjustment three minutes ago]

"...?"

Is this crappy game still as full of bugs as before?

A strange restoration and tribute.

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"Have the announcements been sent out? Now it's time to start working."

The submersible cannon body in "SD Gundam FORCE" is used to maintain the game world. GBN's game maintainers are also called firefighters, and the muzzles of the body are also sprayed with water gun-like adhesive substances.

The game world of GBN is a normal deep dive game world structure, and its data maintainers are also divided into in-game and out-of-game.

The ones inside the game will use the power within the game to repair the flaws in the world, while the ones outside the game are very simple - check the code, fix the code, and strengthen the firewall to screen out viruses.

Rounding it all off is the working cell ecology of internal + external use - if the game is compared to the human body.

"Come on, let me tell you, isn't this hacker attack a bit strange?"

The unlucky guy who coded externally couldn't help but complain, and his bitter face appeared on the left screen with a driver-like avatar.

"Which time was it not surprising to be attacked?" the internal technician who actually drove the "fire truck" in the game asked back.

Then he sighed: "It's an old and broken game that has been in operation for more than ten years. It's a shame that someone is willing to attack it. It won't be the old players who were annoyed by bugs in the first place, right?"

"That's it. I'm afraid it's not an experienced player. After all, the data occupied this time is actually the character creation partition. It's inexplicable!"

"If you are not satisfied with the racial bonuses such as adjusters and revolutionaries. If you want more perfect basic strengthening, then decide to modify the data or something..." He was carrying the adhesive device injected into the game frame and washing it with liquid.

Those twisted and deformed spaces, Diving Cannon said lightly, "Have you checked the list of all the characters registered at that time?"

"Yes, the data analysts are currently discussing which character is the most suspicious, but there is no result yet. We can't just detain all the newcomers, right?"

"It's not impossible. If you copy the game model and operating model of Build Divers, you can't just copy the waste from the operations and technology departments."

"Player feedback is also very important! If this is no one but some bad Digimon, it will be a big mistake."

"As long as we can find the criminal, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Okay, let's stop talking. The team leader is here for inspection. I'll shut up now."

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At the same time, the game square.

Akane Shinjo and Bourbon, who had barely won the first game but were disconnected, heard noisy protests all around them as soon as their game characters were refreshed from the square.

It seems that some players' rewards were rolled back by the game. This has nothing to do with the two new players.

Bourbon was about to play the next round, but Xiang was eager to wipe out the embarrassing result first.

The two of them moved very quickly. After briefly discussing the positioning of the venue and the ground battle, they started to prepare and then waited for the five-second countdown.

At this moment, Qian suddenly felt someone tugging at the hem of her clothes, and when she turned around, she saw a pair of horse ears.

"CETI, CETI, the 'observer's' information, entangling, are you the 'observer's' AFOV?"

"Eh? My ears are talking..."

Although pinching people increased their height, Akane was actually unable to adapt to the height and vision. She was just surprised by this and didn't even pay attention to what the other person said.

Of course, when she really paid attention, she didn't understand.

Not to mention that at this moment, she had disappeared together with Bourbon, who turned around after hearing this.

The strange horse racing girl was left in the same place, in a daze.

CETI stands for Communication with Extraterrestrial Intelligence, which means "communication with extraterrestrial intelligent life."

AFOV is apparent field of view, ‘visible field of view of observation’
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