Even after staying up late, Omer's wake-up time was still stable, leaving time for breakfast, so he could catch up with the first half hour of the subway rush hour.
At this time, the train car was far from crowded, but the subway line leading to the West District was always busy, so the two newly arrived students could only stand.
"So why are you sighing... Do you really not want to talk about horse racing girls?"
A few seconds after the subway started, the center of gravity gradually stabilized, and Bize dared to let go of the suspension ring, standing next to Omo, who was always steady, and asked in a low voice.
They were standing at the junction of the subway cars. Not far away, in the middle of the car, stood a horse racing girl wearing a Teresin school uniform. That was the reason why Bize lowered his voice.
A horse girl whose talents and qualities are multiple times those of ordinary people, and even her hearing is exceptionally good. Bize, who calls himself a horse racing girl player, at least understands this.
But he didn't even recognize who the other person was, otherwise he wouldn't be so honest and look elsewhere.
"Is it possible that I am sighing at your superior brain circuitry?" Omer glanced at him wordlessly, and then glanced at the horse racing girl unconsciously, "Maybe you can apply for the Department of Archeology and History next year. "
He had a headache.
His keen perception always expressed a stinging sense of crisis, making it difficult for him to ignore the wild oppression of the horse racing girl from the inside out.
She really didn't need to restrain herself. Bize and the other passengers seemed completely unaware of it. With him stuck here, it was hard not to focus on the certain derby champion who frequented several billiard halls. superior.
After checking out so many races, I will naturally remember the appearance of many racing girls, and the unique hair color of brown hair with a white patch in the middle is hard to ignore.
She was a nearly retired horse racing girl. She had a lot of free time, and she had an amazing physical fitness through training. Naturally, the things she could learn included fighting.
Omer had no doubt that the aura he sensed could be converted into combat power, but maybe the other party didn't mean it, and he shouldn't overreact.
At this time, Bize's natural tone of continuing the topic could force him to shift his attention more smoothly.
"Is the hatred so deep?" Bize unexpectedly understood what Omer had said before, and his whole body shrank, "How did you do with your homework?"
As a student who failed early, Bize didn't even plan to do his homework, nor did he plan to hand it in. If he cared about it, he could only say that it was a blunt way to change the topic.
Being blunt, Omer was no longer too lazy to scold this guy, so he simply followed his topic and said, "Speaking of homework, did you hear anything about it yesterday?"
"For example..." Omo thought about how out-of-the-box Bize's thinking was, and decided to speak more clearly. He said in an uncertain tone, "A time traveler?"
"What do you mean?" Bize's expression became a little more serious, "What happened?"
"No..." Omer gave up.
He originally thought that he would be asked to prepare this information for the time traveler in the middle of the night but he didn't explain it. It was probably because of some rush incident in the middle of the night. He was very curious, but he couldn't ignore the possibility that it really needed to be kept secret, so he didn't go directly. explain,
I also thought that this guy Bize has a very active social circle on weekdays. Although his painting style is incompatible with his classmates in the final semester of high school, he can at least find people to chat with after class. He should be well-informed, so he can have some respect for him. expect.
But it turns out that he seriously underestimated Bize's brain circuitry. After hearing the words 'wind' and 'traveler', what this person thought in his mind was not 'some transfer student might return in the class', but ' Are there any time traveler criminal cases nearby! 'Come up.
It was such a forward-thinking idea that Omo couldn't handle it.
"No? What's going on?" Bize didn't seem to notice Omo's tiredness at all, and even analyzed it on his own, "Yesterday...yesterday, we were talking about homework, oh, homework!"
Okay, it's not a complete madness, at least I will look back.
Omer likes to observe and is good at observation. His adoptive father said that he is very insightful and knows how to use this advantage. The prediction of the horse racing girl is also based on this.
By collecting event data, we can also make predictions by observing the running status of the horse racing girl in the recent race.
This is a very tedious process, and Omo, whose brain chip does not provide auxiliary thinking ability, is obviously talented.
In the past, he might have considered the career of 'detective', but looking at the present, the joint development of technology and extraordinary abilities has exponentially increased the difficulty of handling cases. The result is:
It's very simple, just check the monitoring and you're done.
The complex ones are also extremely complex. High-tech crimes coupled with high IQs may also have some strange abilities. Even the famous deduction method is based on understanding things. If there are really people in this world who are rich in miscellaneous knowledge and have touched countless methods, they are probably some A longevity seed.
Anyway, Omo, who is only 19 years old, is not worthy.
Even if he is well-read and good at using search engines, his knowledge is at most the limit of an "ordinary" person.
But this world has been insulated from ordinary life from the moment the time traveler appeared.
Fortunately, Bize is still in the category of ordinary people, although his thoughts often resemble those of an alien.
His presence reminds Omer of a horse racing girl, a horse racing girl named "Golden Ship".
In fact, this is a rather arbitrary statement. After all, compared to that strange woman, Bize is still not free enough, but Omo believes in his potential.
It's only been less than half a year since 'Hello World', so he is somewhat restricted and has not given full play. As long as he is given one school year, he will definitely be able to explode into ten or even nine points of alien style and eloquence!
I don’t know if Bize would be moved to tears knowing that Omo had such ‘expectations’ for him.
If it's this Bi Ze, it's definitely possible, no, it's absolutely possible, it's easy! !
"I've never heard of any fellow countrymen..."
At this moment, aliens who are still in the growth stage can only think like normal earthlings (x
"Although they are all time travellers, they are not necessarily in the same world as you." Omer strictly reminded Bize about the inappropriate wording of 'fellow fellow'.
"It doesn't matter, anyway, even if there is a time traveler, unless it is really in the same world as mine, there is really no need to inform me, let alone inform others."
When Bize said this, he saw Omer looking at him blankly, a little surprised: "...What's wrong?"
"...Why are your thoughts so normal at this moment?" Omer murmured.
"What do you mean at this time, I have always been normal!" Bi Ze angrily said.
"We're at the station, let's go."
"Hey! You first admit that I have always been normal!"
"Normal people don't need this kind of recognition."
The two of them gradually moved away, and there was a little noise behind them. Sirius, who was still standing in the distance and holding the ring, was staring at Omer's back with a bit of surprise in his rose-red eyes.
Looking at the uniform style of Limen Middle School, I felt thoughtful.
Both the first glance and the conversation between the two are quite interesting and belong to a category that ordinary middle school students will not be exposed to.
Although he is unknown, he will become famous sooner or later.
Such an episode put her in a good mood, and looking at the line message from Rudolf on her phone gave her something to talk about.
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"I didn't go to bed until three o'clock. You have to treat me to at least two meals, and breakfast cannot be included."
In the office on the second floor of Teaching Building No. 3 of Jiemen District Limen Middle School, Omer yawned and handed a stack of pages to the shadow elf druid in front of him who had the same look as Malfurion.
The so-called same style means that he has a burly body, pointed ears and antlers, and his hair is as green as his beard. But at least the attire is not wild and unrevealing, and he is honestly wearing the stereotypical formal attire that a dean should wear.
He is also Omo's class teacher.
Only if you are the dean and class teacher at the same time can a student take a message sent in the middle of the night seriously.
After that, other students would have probably started to exchange for a gold medal to avoid death for violating discipline, a liberal score in grades, or even a few kind words in front of their parents, but Omer obviously didn't need it.
He is a marginalized person in the class, and he is also a marginalized person in school. His grades are not as good as T0 academics but he is still considered a T1 academic master. Not to mention the problems with his parents - Morrison failed to attend several parent-teacher meetings and needed to be punished by the teacher. It is the parents who are 'tortured', not the students.
So the reward he asked for was very material.
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In order to increase his persuasion, he also deliberately yawned, which combined with the remaining dark circles under his eyes could give the opponent two levels of damage to his conscience.
"Okay, okay," the other person obviously had a conscience. He took the page and flipped it over hastily before handing it to the other teacher, "Trino, copy everything."
"no problem."
"Two time-travelers?" Omer, who was still standing there as he watched the office tool man go away, was obviously curious.
The class teacher didn't mind satisfying his curiosity. After all, Omer had been responsible for helping time traveler students organize "preschool education materials" three times, including Bize's share. Counting this time, it was four times. If If it were an intern, the internship report could be filled with some praise.
Not to mention that Omer was just a temporary assistant discovered from among the students. The head teacher was also very optimistic about this potential. Young people who have dreams and are willing to work hard are always satisfactory.
"A cyber boy named David Martinez and a psychic girl named Gray are both good-looking little guys. It won't take long for you to see them."
The class teacher raised his hand and plucked the heavy-looking antlers on his head, and his maroon face, which looked like a Guan Gong statue, looked somewhat relaxed.
"The two of them are not in the same world, but they both have companions in this world, which eliminates the problem of placement."
"Gray? No surname?" Omer noticed something special.
"The name of the time traveler is not worthy of further investigation." The head teacher said at ease.
"Too."
Omer nodded, thinking that even if the time traveler is called a pink furry rabbit, it can be understood that the conditions of the foreign world are here.
But the next second his face became more serious: "You won't be placed in our class, right?"
"In our class," the head teacher looked at him with his light blue eyes. The pressure of the dean could be displayed without deliberate effort, "Don't you like the knowledge of other worlds very much? Since the two worlds are safe, The bureau works hard towards the goal and it is a good thing to contact the traversers early.”
"Look at Bize hanging around you every day."
"Is this the point?" Omo said helplessly, "The college entrance examination will be in a few days~ This semester is coming to an end. To use a metaphor, who would add new characters when a drama is about to end?"
"What's that called? Kamen Rider Tokio." The dean tried to pursue the young man's hobby.
"Get away, get away!"
But it can be seen from the young people's reactions that they are pursuing the wrong direction.
"No... how can you let them go to school in just three days? And the students around them are still busy preparing for the college entrance examination. In this situation where the students don't want to pay attention to them most of the time, the experience between the two is not pure. Just go to jail?”
"Everyone is starting to care about the new classmates, which is a good sign." the dean said cheerfully.
Sent, my class teacher is also an alien.
I don’t live in the Moon and Mars Development Zone either...
Omo felt depressed, and heard the office worker shouting, "Director, your document has been copied," and then came over with two stacks of paper.
"You're not so casual." After the tool man left, Omo looked up at the head teacher who was turning over the copies, "What's your plan?"
"No, I said they have companions here, right? One is a mercenary agency, called...Edge Runner, yes, that's the name," the head teacher nodded, "You may not have heard of it, But the other one is very famous, and you will definitely not ignore the clock tower that stands with our school in the West District."
Omer raised his eyebrows: "Clock Tower?"
"Yes, that's a big backer. There are branch towers in several districts of Terra, and this one here is also a branch tower."
"Although it is a branch tower, we are also cooperating directly with the Source Energy Academy to prepare several new subjects for the magic department..."
The dean seemed to be very concerned about the magic department, and the topic was completely diverted. He paused when he noticed Omo's "can you skip" gaze, and then raised his hand and patted his shoulder.
"Anyway, one of the two has a team background, and the other has a strong support background. The school is only temporarily hosting them. When the person who picks them up comes, they can take responsibility for themselves. There is no need to go to jail."
"How long does it take?" Omer asked.
"The mercenary office is in the north area of the boundary gate. It will arrive in an hour or two. As for the girl's acquaintances in the clock tower, they have to come from the clock tower headquarters. There are several large areas. Even if the phase The emergency will also have to be delayed for a while.”
"...Sorry, I thought wrong."
"It's very decisive to admit your mistakes. Okay, I'm going to give these two documents to them. You go to the classroom and wait for your self-study. It won't be long before those two young people will come to you."
"Okay, goodbye class teacher."
"Go ahead, polite boy."
