The fatigue is only temporary, and soon Omer will ask Bize to get up and go to the toilet.
It's normal for high school boys to go to the bathroom together.
It's more natural for high school boys to go to the bathroom to resolve conflicts, and the actual cruel "Yeeeeart" sound will come, but at least there is no "sa·yo·na·la"! The cry version came with the explosion.
There is no Ninja Slayer in this world, but there is also "Ninja Slayer". Even Bize, who knows many otherworldly cultures, cannot tell whether it is the convergence of creativity or the result of copying. It can only be said that it is due to the technological power of the Holy Terra Federation. Among the urban painting styles, there are quite a few that are very suitable for the "cyberpunk" stage.
It's just a stage. After all, Heart of Terra will provide social service funds, provide universal compulsory insurance, and vigorously develop various entertainment industries, highlighting the idea of 'I will turn you into trash'.
Occasionally there will be a 'revolt against the AI leader, the world belongs to humans! 'In the uprising, the first thing they faced was not guns and cannons, but the temptation of conspiracy.
Its existence has made many travelers in later generations feel subtle. They feel like they are about to show off their skills when they arrive in a different world, only to find that they seem to have nothing to do with themselves.
Or you can stay and enjoy it.
Some colonial cities on border planets have developed a truly cyberpunk world, but they are too far away from here, and Omer does not have the heart of a true Buddha to help the suffering people tens of thousands of light years away.
The most he can say is Na Wu San.
Nan Wu San is actually cruel.
But after all, it was hard to explain to a 'little animal' like Gray that Bize had a bruised nose and face, so Omo reluctantly sent Bize to the infirmary and asked the doctor to use healing magic to treat him. He simply handles it.
"I remember that this kind of magic stimulates the body to speed up its self-healing, which essentially shortens lifespan."
Bize walked out of the infirmary and said quietly, trying to evoke Omo's guilt.
But what you don't have cannot be summoned. Omer said coldly: "It's the same if you let your body recover on its own, but you won't get hungry so quickly. Rather than talking about this, you might as well think about how to face Gray when you turn around. It feels like That girl doesn’t take in pornographic jokes very much.”
"Oh, it's true, but I haven't been here for a long time, and today's class is either done by myself, or the teacher explains it, so I just got through it shamelessly."
What ostrich...
"Don't you like that girl very much?" Omer still remembers that Bize was a little at a loss when he first met Gray, like a panicked fan who had been chasing stars for many years and suddenly saw a celebrity, and he was not as comfortable communicating with other students in the class.
Even the funny jokes in front of Homae couldn't be brought out.
In the end, it seemed that he decided to make a move but got it wrong.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it was a step-by-step defeat, but it does not rule out that the opponent's opponent wants to take the lead.
He first attracts attention with a bad impression and then slowly draws attention to it. Omo himself has no relationship experience and has no expectations for love. However, he has read some comics and played some games, so he has some understanding.
It stands to reason that it is difficult to say that what is learned in virtual works can serve as a reference, and it is even less likely to come true, but Omo is a person who believes in possibilities. He believes that the world is so big, there may be somewhere that can restore comics and games. like plot.
Prudent people seldom say anything to death. He is such a cautious person.
"I thought about it," Bize, who didn't know that Omer had already figured out how many steps he could take in his mind, neither denied nor agreed, as if he was talking about something else, "Maybe she is here. The companion, the one who comes to pick him up, may be El-Melloi II."
"Is it another person you know only one way?" Bize asked, scanning the classroom in the distance, raising his face, and motioning in the direction of the tall man standing at the door, "Is it that person?"
He is tall and tall, with a dish-like face. He seems to be lacking in rest, and at the same time, he has problems ranging from a simple poor diet to gastrointestinal problems.
Homais suspected the latter.
But if we don’t talk about the complexion and only talk about the appearance, this is a long-haired noodle that can attract the attention of many female students, especially the mature temperament created by the pair of straight suits, which is even more irresistible for these jk.
The man was a unique sight just standing there, especially since the cigar he originally held between his fingers had been taken away by a teacher. He bowed his head slightly to accept the scolding, which made many male classmates feel happy.
Homare is not one of them. What he cares about is the label of 'unfamiliar face'.
When a new face appears at the door of the classroom at this time, the first thing that comes to mind is: the person who is also coming to pick up the 'visiting student'.
"Ah, yes." When he saw the man, Bize paused for a moment, as if he didn't intend to talk to him, "I'm quite the match."
"This couple?" Seeing him stop, Omo simply stopped and looked at the two people who met Gray and walked directly towards the stairs. "They don't look like a couple."
"Maybe it's just teachers and students now, but maybe, in the future, I can't say," Bize took another step and walked towards the stairwell opposite the pair of teachers and students, "I'm really looking forward to them getting to know each other." Have other people crossed over?"
"It's hard to understand your train of thought."
Omo thought to himself that this sounded a bit like romance comics and cp, but he thought it would be wrong to say too much, so it was better not to say anything.
"It's not necessary to understand..." Bi Ze was helpless. He really didn't want to say, 'They are all characters in comics that he has followed.' Since everyone was in front of him, there was no need to mention the Paper Man's statement. , just treat it as a one-sided acquaintance.
Although this makes him behave more and more strangely.
"It's okay. I can see that you don't want to answer, so don't mention it. I don't care."
"...Are you King Liehai?" Bize was touched but also speechless.
"That's definitely not the best."
As Homare spoke, he climbed up the steps to the target floor. The school bell rang at this moment, causing him to speed up his pace slightly.
He was always so sensitive to time, and Bi Ze, who was originally lazy, had to speed up to keep up. After entering the classroom and taking a seat, he handed Bi Ze another page of paper to read.
On the paper were thanks and goodbyes, obviously from the hooded girl with gray-green eyes.
Bize's eyes were fixed, perhaps imagining the other person sitting at the table writing these words in English. After a few seconds, he turned over the paper and saw a series of numbers written down on the back.
"She hasn't received the official certificate yet. This contact information should belong to her companion." Omo said softly, because the classroom teacher of this course had already stepped onto the stage, which made it difficult for them to talk to each other.
After all, they are neither sitting at the same table, nor do they have the space to sit by the window in the back row, nor do they have the darkness under the lights in the first row. They are stuck here, unable to move forward or backward, neither up nor down.
Fortunately, this class consists of writing test questions and reading as self-study, which makes it convenient for Omo to drop a note.
[I'm going to take one copy, and I suggest you take one too, after all...] Omer didn't say anything else, just said, [The head teacher said that she was in charge of the Clock Tower, and having a good relationship with that organization also counts. Good thing. 】
Bize nodded and put away the page, while Omer also focused on the chip in his brain. After confirming the number, he honestly took out the test paper and started answering questions.
The next two days went smoothly. Except for the fact that netizen Kelif paid for those Mewtwo models, there was nothing that occupied Omo's memory. The Sirius symbol did not appear in the subway again. I think that such a successful and famous person would come to take the subway just on a whim.
And Bize has returned to his usual self-conscious appearance that easily raises people's blood pressure.
After answering questions, giving lectures, correcting questions, and taking a simple and quick physical examination, Omo sat in the examination room with a pencil case in hand.
Glancing at the instruments placed in front and back of the examination room that were directly used to shield chips, as well as the warning robots floating in the air, Omer began to observe the other candidates around him in boredom.
The college entrance examination is an important part of the education system of the Holy Terra Federation. Although it is based on the same examination question bank, the actual examination method and examination room design are all based on the national conditions! '.
For example, the Canaan City College Entrance Examination once launched a cool immersive infiltration examination room. The examiner selects the examination room map, scatters the examination questions everywhere and turns them into monsters, allowing the candidates to defeat them with their words and pens. This once caused a heated discussion.
This is Jiemen District, not Canaan City.
The examination room where Omo was in was just like the classroom he had been in before, very rustic.
The most ordinary written test, the most ordinary examination room, the only thing that is extraordinary is the candidates:
There are dwarfs, demons, horse girls, elves, and people who can't be identified as aliens or who simply have their appearance modified so they have dog ears, cat ears, sheep horns, and the like.
A total of thirty strange people gathered together, but they were less than half of the common races in the Holy Terra Federation, and they all had an extremely dignified and even heavy atmosphere.
The college entrance examination will determine their future, whether they will be admitted to the university of their choice, or go directly to the melting pot of society. Even if the policies of the Heart of Terra are enough for a person to survive as a rice insect, how can anyone who is willing to sit here hold such a view? idea?
They obviously all have goals, even ideals and dreams.
It's just a dream. If it comes true, it will be the brilliance of the world's hearts. It is a gem that cannot be covered up by anything. It comes from the human heart.
But its more common state is broken.
The gems that Omo saw in his eyes were either dusty pearls, full of cracks, or even had holes in them. These were the places where the atmosphere was dignified and even heavy.
It was so rich that it seemed to cover the entire examination room, making Omer feel as if he had half a foot on the list of losers in life.
Is your luck so bad?
I also feel that my results in the mock exams and practice exams are pretty good...
Before leaving, he even stopped Morrison from wishing him good luck in the college entrance examination. When he set off, he even felt in excellent condition. If you use the tone of a horse racing girl trainer, it would be called a perfect tune!
But now, with his always excellent perception and insight, he saw the decaying atmosphere in the examination room. The atmosphere was like some kind of nameless fog that kept spreading and swallowing people's hearts. Any confidence will be taken away from you.
What a sin! Would he be so spiritual that he would disappear on the first day he enrolled in the archeology department?
Or go to the reporting sect and specialize in qi-watching, is there a lot of potential?
Omo held the pen holder and took a stance, watching the scrolls of paper being passed backwards one by one in front of him, thinking wildly in his mind, and the status meter also slightly shifted towards the absolute adjustment.
Fortunately, the test paper in front of him made him focus on reality. The announcement from the indoor broadcast and the examiner's reminder also brought all the candidates who may have been thinking about it to their heads and focus on the questions in their hands that will determine where to go next. Trial.
This is a test, a test from the past. The answers written on the paper at this moment will reflect what each candidate has done in the past.
It was also at this time that Omo remembered that he had studied the racehorse race countless times in the past.
He pays attention to every racing girl who can attract his attention with her performance, speed, and speech, and then checks all the information available on that racing girl to confirm whether she will still be successful in the future.
He was not thinking of the failures, but of the successive successes, especially those in the arenas where boos kept coming and rain poured down.
In such a competition, there is also a dream that has never been given up. Whenever he studies the competition status of those horse racing girls, he has already come close to their desire to win.
And the reason why he was sure of their success was because he had already seen the gems that were gradually becoming brighter.
When he thought about this, he understood.
He has already seen the rules of victory.
Omer Linton, excellent tune.
The strokes were calm and steady, only the brown eyes shone with blood driven by the desire to win.
