Hall 2 of the Jiemen Sculpture Impression Hall is a large exhibition hall, but the slanted columns and walls together create a somewhat divided visual effect.
There are entertainment areas, rest areas, sculpture exhibition areas, and the central area where there is a huge sculpture that is as tall as the sky and cannot be seen in its entirety.
As Omo walked in, the first thing he saw was naturally the pedestrians rushing behind him.
The much emptier venue was still noisy, with noisy voices coming from the front, his side, and the back, and he tried to filter out everyone from them with a normal expression.
'Come on, hurry up, I don't want to use my insurance here. '
'Dimensional shock? In a place like this? '
'Isn't this your arrangement? Okay, um, um, um, let's do it as soon as possible. '
'Isn't he your target? '
'Go quickly'
'Boom, boom, boom--boom! '
It was a very recognizable, lackluster, mixed sound, and even the voices of teammates were included, as well as Omo's greeting to the mourner: "Rhode Island should have contacted the police, right?"
"The monitoring and retrieval has yielded no results. The time retrieval is hindered by some residual power." Nian, who was already standing far away, replied as if talking to himself, as if he didn't consider whether the distance and the volume could reach the question. into the ears of the person.
Even if you have headphones, you don’t need them. It’s more of a statement than a test.
"So you think the venue itself is involved?"
Omo didn't care about exposing his extraordinary qualities. He turned his head and walked towards the sound of "dong dong dong". There, a tall figure in regular clothes was lifting the pole lightly, with neat and beautiful movements.
She kept changing her position in front of the billiard table, but what remained the same was that she pocketed every shot.
This kind of technology should have attracted a lot of shouts and looks, but at this moment, only Omo, who was approaching, was the only spectator.
Yes, the only one.
The Undertaker did not follow. After the capable white-haired man saw his colleague from Rhode Island, he whispered to him for permission to act alone for the time being.
This is said to be true, but in fact it is only within the field of vision that can be seen from a distance when turning around. After all, this exhibition hall has such a field of vision.
Homais would naturally agree. In fact, when he noticed that the billiards player in front of him was here, he felt half assured that this commission could indeed be completed as soon as possible.
Because the billiards player is the symbol of Sirius.
Regardless of what she saw on the screen or on the page, Omo met her once on the subway, twice in Takarazuka Memorial, and now, this was the fourth time I saw her.
Only at this moment, he waited for a few seconds, watching the opponent put the last billiard ball into the bag in a row of five, and then turned around to look at the vertical pole, and then he said hello for the first time:
"Hello, Miss Sirius Symbol."
"It's you," the brown-haired horse girl raised her eyebrows, as if she was a little surprised, but not too surprised. She just looked behind Omo and asked, "Are you the only one?"
"I think that's enough for me."
"You are really lonely," Ma Niang said, glancing at the billiard cue in her hand, and suddenly handed it to Omer, "Then do you want a shot?"
With the sound of sirens and evacuation urgings still recurring in the background, she issued such an invitation, and the aggression in her rosy eyes was almost overflowing.
This second Ma Niang who created a name among the younger generation of symbolists is different from the calm kingly demeanor of the first one, and is more like a general attacking a city.
But it’s also within Omer’s understanding.
Whether it was her confident and arrogant demeanor or her frivolous and charming temperament, they were all her promotional features in Tianmen City.
Personally speaking, Omer doesn't have any bad feelings.
After all, what he was going to say was not polite at all: "Is there any reward for a shot in this situation?"
"You are so utilitarian," Sirius Symbol, who smiled slightly, looked a little more serious, "You are the third person to bargain with me like this."
There was some oppression in the rose-red eyes, but it was eliminated by the smile that suddenly bloomed in the next second: "That's okay, just give a little encouragement to a lonely trainer who doesn't have a horse girl."
Ma Niang?
Regarding the position of the symbolist, Omer has three kinds of guesses, which are participation and neutrality.
As for the Sirius symbol that can be seen here, Omer thought that he could reach a certain conclusion, especially when the other party asked, 'You are the only one', Omer even thought that she was asking her team members, This clarifies the direction of the previous inferences.
Based on this direction, the term "isolated" can be regarded as a harmless ridicule.
But after hearing these words, he hesitated again.
She seemed to be just asking herself why she came to the venue alone?
But no matter what, he took the cue. After looking at it for a while, he took out a slightly longer cue of ten centimeters. He put down the briefcase in his hand and picked up the chocolate powder to touch the club head. Slightly polished.
"Very skilled." Sirius, who didn't care about the opponent's change of sticks, or rather because he saw the opponent's change of sticks, his eyes lit up, said as he pressed the button on the side of the pool table.
The sphere in the billiard bag instantly turned into several rays of blue light, gathered in the magic circle above the billiard table, and then fell smoothly, turning into an extremely neat triangle.
"Play often?" she asked.
Billiards players must choose cues smoothly. Length, thickness, and weight are all measurement points. I didn't expect what kind of Sirius player the opponent would play, but I was a little surprised to see him changing clubs and polishing them smoothly.
"It's not about talking about it," Omer found a position and bent down to support the pole, staring at the table tennis in front of him, "It's just the mastery of strength that was once used to train."
The heart, eyes, mind, and arms, billiards emphasizes the integration of the four, and then the control of strength.
This exercise method was recommended to Omer, but for a student with financial constraints and busy schedules, this exercise method should be given up after a few attempts.
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But even so, there is a pool table in the bar where I work, and I will occasionally be called by the boss to be a escort, which can be regarded as a bit of prostitution for free.
Just like the technique of sliding a wine glass.
At this moment, the large triangle composed of 15 balls was stable, and was easily overturned by a white ball. The considerable force caused high-frequency collisions and spins, and the numbers from 1 to 7 jumped on the scoreboard projected above the table.
"The results far exceeded expectations, so what do you want?" Sirius turned around in surprise and saw the young man looking down at the tip of the club in his hand.
The calm face was full of ancient wells, very much like the first two people she mentioned just now.
The happy mood that had just begun was poured cold water on reality.
The young man who was expected to grow up suddenly turned into a very difficult person to deal with, which naturally made her unhappy.
"Ask a few questions." Omo said, putting the club back where it belonged, picking up the briefcase again, and then looked back at the hall that had become completely deserted.
He also looked at Mostima who was approaching the entrance of the hall.
The knowledge that 'you can come to him no matter what the problem is' is really... a good thing.
He is not a social fear who is not good at rejection, so it is always a good thing to gain such trust.
"Captain, have you gained anything?" Mastema approached and asked.
"You have caught up with the harvest." Homao said, looking at the Sirius symbol again.
"It turns out you are not lonely," Sirius Symbol looked at Mastima and narrowed his eyes slightly, "Captain, so you are not here to visit."
"So you really think I'm here for a visit?"
"I'm still feeling in my heart that we met by chance." The brown-haired horse girl twitched her lips.
"That's true. I didn't expect to see you on the first floor." Omo said, and then glanced at the flashing police lights nearby.
"My first question is, do you know about the alarm and the idea of evacuating the crowd?"
(End of chapter)
