"Haha! The application form for Xinjingmen Academy of Fine Arts has hit a new low. It's probably mailed in. Before, a student from the Academy of Fine Arts told me that AI drawings have no soul. Now I just want to see his expression! "
"Jie Jie! I've also sent you a major in the fire department. If I'm not good at it, I can't even use a machine. An infantryman carrying a flamethrower can match a class of fire magicians. So I have some potential as a cook. I'm just using it as a barbecue man." I love generating electricity, don’t you think so, Omer, the job prospects for alchemy majors and armored driving are great, and companies and terrorist mobile teams are rushing to take them.”
With his brisk speaking speed, gloating tone, and endless noisy words, this young man was incompatible with Xiao Yu outside the classroom. He looked like a top student who had a chance to win, rather than being ruined by the senior high school test and then in the following years. A scumbag who failed in the mock exam.
In his words, "Omer, as long as you are prepared, the Mask of Pain will not come to you."
What preparation? Prepare to repeat a grade!
As a legal time traveler, he can enjoy free repetition of a grade when he enters the school for the first time. This is what he relies on!
For other Aboriginal students, the days before the college entrance examination would be extremely stressful, but for him, there was still a whole school year left to waste! It still works! !
But the Omo he talked about was not a time traveler. Omo, who was not a time traveler, should have the pressure of the college entrance examination, but the actual situation was... He seemed to have done a wave of air readings and realized that it was time to be lazy on light rainy days. So people are lazily browsing the forum.
Even when asked by a friend, he said coldly without raising his head: "Alchemy costs money, and armored driving requires armor to wear. There is still some future in the space department, and the time department is thundering. Stop worrying about magic and go to the Polytechnic University. .”
"Science and engineering can't do scientific research against those robots! The industrial planetary cutter in the news last time was the omnic research team. I feel like it's old."
"Then go and take the horse training test," Omo said perfunctorily. The fingers that slid the light screen were long and strong, with well-defined joints. They were suitable for learning a musical instrument and playing with it. "We happen to be in the same city. After graduation, I will transfer directly to Central Teresin."
"Others call me a trainer!" my friend corrected me.
"I think Trainer should be translated into horse trainer based on reality," Omo said impatiently, "Aren't you a time traveler? Why are you so worried about this?"
"It's just because I'm a time traveler that I care! I've been a horse racing girl after all!" my friend yelled, then swiped the mobile phone page to jump to the Gaoyue Appreciation official website, and reached out to show off in front of Omo, "Look! I am now VIP3, so active!”
"Betting on dogs, right? Then why don't you sign up to be a horse trainer?"
"Forget it...it's just a small gamble."
"Oh, Ye Gong is a good horse," "Nonsense! I've thought about it, don't worry now, we'll talk about it next year! And compared to this, why do you natives accept such outrageous things like horse racing girls so naturally?!"
"Is it outrageous? There are guys with animal ears and tails all over the street. I think the body structure is more reasonable than that of a human or horse. And what is unacceptable about something that has existed since ancient times..." Omer said angrily, and suddenly remembered What did he say? He finally turned around and looked at this time-traveling scumbag who was similar to him only in appearance and characteristics, both with black hair and brown eyes. "Have you not finished reading the history textbook for the second year of high school?"
"Uh... after looking at two units, I feel like... inserting a chip."
"Then you have to step in, you ultra-conservative," Omo said, glancing at the phone in his hand, silent for a moment, and then wiped his face tiredly, "Okay, let me add something. , you will ask sooner or later anyway. First of all, there is the concept of time travellers, who have traveled from another world to this world. The existences arriving from other worlds are never limited to people, giant beasts, plants, and even simple artifacts-" "Wait! Skip!"
"...Bize." Omer took a deep breath, feeling that if he had such a student, he would probably want to kill him.
It's a pity that he is not a teacher, he is just a senior student at Jiemen High School.
And unlike Bi Ze, who was able to repeat the grade as a matter of course by relying on the "Traveler Rights Act", he is a native aboriginal, and he does not have as out-of-the-box thinking as the other person, nor is he as shameless as the other person who can ignore the eyes of other customers in the cafe. So he suppressed his blood pressure and waited patiently for the other party's next words.
"Hi, hi, hi," he raised his hands in a military salute and spoke like a prince. Bize's reaction left Omer speechless. He responded apologetically to the attention from the surroundings, and then lowered his hand to lift the coffee in front of him. He also heard his words. Then he said, "I am a time traveler, and I still understand the concept of time traveler."
"So..." Omo asked, taking a sip of the coffee in front of him, "travelers have existed since ancient times, did you know?"
"I know," Bize nodded. "Every time I take a history class, my outlook is refreshed, especially since the earth is actually unified and called the Holy Federation of Terra. Is there really no emperor here?"
"That's too far." Omo said expressionlessly.
"I was just kidding." Bize said seriously.
The episode where Omer bento just now did not exist, and the topic continued: "Since you know that time travelers have existed since ancient times, do you want to take a guess?"
"Guess the first horse racing girl to come through time?"
"No, as I said, time travelers are not limited to people."
"?"
"Actually," seeing that he seemed to have no idea at all, Omo announced the answer with his eyes open, "In 1278 BC of the Star Alliance, that is...1891 years ago, when the Holy Federation of Terra was still called Earth The Human Federation is on the eve of the reunification of civilization. There were thirty-six travelers recorded in history that year, and the answer you want accounts for three of them."
"..." Bi Ze, who knew that Omo was going to announce the answer, held his breath and held his breath. It seemed that he was really the so-called horse racing girl player.
"They call themselves the Three Goddesses."
"I'm super!"
...
Star Alliance Calendar Year 612, June 4th, Sunday, Holy Terra Federation Realm Gate Area.
Omer, a 19-year-old senior high school student, was unable to finish a cup of coffee in the cafe because his classmate Bize raised his blood pressure too much.
After all, Bize was too surprised. Although the clerk didn't mention it, the sight of the customers around him was enough to make him feel tired.
It's just bad luck... Omer walked out of the cafe, pulled his bag to adjust his weight, and glanced back at his friend who was holding a mobile phone while walking and looking at it.
When a time traveler first arrives, it is normal for him to be surprised by the world. After all, even local historians, when studying their own history, can't help but think about what the original history would be like, and what the original world would be like if there were no visitors from other worlds in this world.
But imagination is just imagination. We were born here, live here, learn the long history, and know how to view travelers dialectically. Just like the second page of the subject of travellers’ response says: We believe that visitors from other worlds can accelerate and expand the development of rich civilization or aliens. It has always been a classic topic of debate that international visitors will lead to the regression of civilization and curb the diversity of civilizations.
In the testable records of the universe, the time it took for Earth's civilization to accumulate the conditions for space exploration is not only far from excellent, it can even be said to be downright poor.
The reason is because of the interference of too many visitors from other worlds.
The delayed space exploration is not only due to the special nature of the planet, but also the result of infighting among talents whose wills have not been unified.
It is hard to imagine how much of the grandeur and darkness in past history was due to the dominance of visitors from other worlds, and there were even visitors from other planets mixed in, adding a few more patterns to the painful mask of history researchers and even history students.
But at least it has passed. The Holy Terra Federation has set its sights on the stars. The long-term involution of talents and technology has made its civilization soar into the sky once it begins to develop into the universe.
The establishment of diplomatic relations with extraterrestrials, the exploration of livable planets, and the construction of large-scale fixed-point jump facility star gates have reached this point - most new travelers can no longer understand this world.
Especially seeing the political system and cosmic organization composed of sovereign civilizations: the Covenant. Its leading political form is also the Holy Terra Federation, or to put it more formally, it is the only permanent council federation - there are not many interstellar works that can have such a great reputation on Earth... Most of the time travelers can't help but feel this way.
So they need to adapt.
Therefore, the "Travelers' Rights and Interests Act" includes arranging for time travellers to go to school. Different schools of different ages are allowed to repeat grades according to the age group and civilization evaluation stage. The purpose is, 'Please show me the world clearly before going out, and don't cause trouble! '.
There are quite a few time-travelers killed by the authorities every year, although the statistics are not made public.
Bize is a time traveler who has been in school for half a year. With the acceptance ability that a young person should have, he should be able to adapt to it in half a year, but who would have thought that this guy would yell, "I am a horse racing girl!" 'You don't even know the history of horse racing girls in this world?
It's hard for Omo to judge whether this is a fool or a lazy dog, but in his 19 years of life, this is indeed the only friend of the same age.
Perhaps it is necessary to introduce again here: Omer Linton, 19 years old, a student.
A half-human being with hidden demon blood has a pair of irresponsible missing parents, and the only real relative is a vampire adoptive father.
Vampires in the racial sense, not capitalists.
In fact, he is still a laborer, working for a private security insurance company, and occasionally being hired by official cooperation. He is a real laborer.
The adoptive father was single and had no children. Although he intended to raise Omo as a child, he did it improperly. How could he take care of the child if he didn't even take care of himself?
As a result, Omer was forced to be self-reliant. The biggest help his adoptive father played was to make Omer good at skills and set an example of "it's best not to become that kind of sloppy adult", and he couldn't tell whether it was good or bad. Yes, I got in touch with gray circles such as thugs and mercenaries in advance.
However, this contact made Omer's already poor reputation even worse. Due to his parents' condition and his adoptive father who was always late or even absent from parent-teacher meetings, Omer has been surrounded by various rumors since he was a child, even though he looks good. Being pretty and gentle will inevitably lead to rejection by classmates.
Later, as they grew older and their new classmates' mentality became more mature, there were always some who didn't care about rumors and were willing to come in contact with them, but Omer had a temperament that liked to be on the fringes and observe human beings.
Coupled with various rumors that have not been completely clarified, Omo's campus social circle can always be described as a tragedy.
There are quite a few classmates who can be called by their names, but that’s all.
The most frequent exchanges are: Can you copy your homework for me? Can you lend me your notes? Can you do this question? ——Omo's grades have always been at the top of the class and stable enough, otherwise he wouldn't have been so lazy a few days before the college entrance examination.
The only person with whom I have the best relationship is Bize, a transfer student whom I have known for only half a year. He also has to have a socially awkward look to become Omer's friend. In the beginning, it was almost a dead end. They got stuck with each other, and after getting to know each other well, they had some common topics.
For example, novels, games, even watching Jockey Girl competitions and various Mewtwos, etc. Omo has many and varied hobbies, but not many people understand them.
When Omer asked Bitzer why he insisted on having a good relationship with him, his answer was also very subtle.
"I think with your name and your appearance, you are much more interesting than other students. This is called investing in advance."
"..."
It is not difficult to understand the ethnic characteristics of Tom Yam District and the name type of West German District. Therefore, people who pay attention to Omo are indeed not inferior to this one.
But this guy is truly the most determined and eccentric of all.
Carrying this strange guy in silence, Omer walked into the noisy Mewtwo Video Studio.
