Bize, who once discussed the concept of "Sakura Girl" with Omer, probably has a lot of research on female beauty.
Especially underage women.
Of course, saying this would make it easy to send this person to the police station, but this is just an aesthetic reserve.
She may have a lofty ideal of "making people who can't understand her cuteness be impressed by her", but for the purpose of this trip, she just wants to use the concept of "magical girl" to herself The cuteness adds color.
He hasn't entered high school yet and is still within the best shelf life of magical girls.
In this case, Bize, who was already one of her 'cute' audiences, was naturally the first choice.
A true fan should always understand what fans see first.
But it's obvious.
Zhenjiling added additional goals to his actions during this trip, for example, the young trainer who was communicating in a low voice with Dongshang Transformation.
"Don't Miss Dongshang Transformation have a favorite type of magic wand?"
"I don't need it. I have my own staff. It was a birthday gift from my grandmother."
"It must be the most suitable partner."
"Yes! In fact, I was asked by Karen-san to consult on how to make a staff. I am attracted to these automatic magic staffs... Although I don't hate the convenience, after all, I am more moved by the magic I have mastered, right?"
"It's like the difference between an automatic car and a manual car."
"Well, that's about it, although I can't drive either."
"Then it's more direct." The trainer nodded slightly, his voice still calm, giving Zhen Ji Ling a sense of familiarity, "The power must always be in your own hands."
"Do you feel... there is still a slight deviation?" Dong Shang changed a little hesitantly.
"So the miracle created by one's own hands has a sufficient sense of accomplishment?" "Yes! That's it!"
No, change-chan, you are completely led away by the nose like this...
Zhen Ji Ling could completely see how unhurried the trainer was, and there was no embarrassment at all when he said something that didn't fit the topic. It was clear that everything was as he expected, which made her suspicious of the first two. The answer is unnecessary pretense.
But why does he need to do this?
He had a quicker way to accumulate favor with the change-chan, or to stop the topic and talk about something else, but he did so anyway.
She understands the reason.
To delay time.
Continuing this casual chat with Change-chan in order to create the illusion that he is relatively busy, and to build a wall that does not allow him to set foot on this side.
And at the same time——
"Miss Ji Ling! Let's take a look at the built-in clothing combination displayed on this staff!"
"There are also two sets of combinations of these two handles!"
The Dongyan native named Bize also greeted him warmly. He was clearly planning to back down at first, but after the trainer mentioned it on his behalf, he seemed to have regained his initial enthusiasm and confidence.
She is even more talented and knowledgeable than she was then, and the several recommendations she gave made her more or less moved.
The real wit can be made to admit that this gentleman has some insights into how to be 'cute'.
It was this combination of wall and pull that gave Zhen Ji Ling little chance to talk to Omo again, but judging from Omo's observations from time to time, the gray-haired girl did not retreat without any difficulty.
She also looked here from time to time, staring at the situation here.
The difficulty of her own shaping may have aroused the opponent's antagonism, or does she regard this as a mutual assessment?
Omer was a little confused, but he also knew that he didn't have much time to hang out here.
The magic dragon from the Hall of Return may contact him at any time. It may be half an hour later, it may be ten minutes later, or it may even be in the next second, so he must be prepared to excuse himself.
Like right now.
Bize led the real witty lady to the stage for the staff trial session. He and Dongshang Changzhi were supposed to go to the back of the stage as companions, but they were suddenly walked straight towards them by two men and women in uniforms. Greeting: "Is this Mr. Linton?"
This made the other three people look back and look at Omo, who didn't look surprised.
"Bize, take good care of you two, or rather, take care of Bize."
A young but adult man, and two young but racehorse girls.
It’s really hard to tell who will take care of whom.
Even if the latter are just two junior high school students, they are still not weak women.
So there is such a weird entrustment word.
At this time, the female staff heard this and looked at Bi Ze and the two horse girls, asking: "Are they your companions?" We will have colleagues look after you on your behalf. "
"It's not necessary, just treat the guests as normal," Omer smiled helplessly, and then waved to the three people over there, "Then... I'll excuse you for a while."
"Eh!"
Bi Ze subconsciously raised his hand to say hello, but Zhen Ji Ling on the side interrupted at this moment: "Mr. Bi, Kallen will be entrusted to you to take care of her next. What the trainer said should be that there will be danger later. What do you mean?"
"That's probably...a polite word or something." Seeing the girl leaning slightly and looking forward to him with a smile on her hands behind her back, Bize, who originally wanted to retort based on his understanding of his good brother, had a look on his face. There was still a smile that lacked self-awareness, "No problem! I will definitely be able to protect you two!"
He did not forget to greet the little witch who had been chatting with Omo, and did not ignore her because she did not communicate with him much.
After all, he is a DD who has pushed many horse racing girls.
But do you want to listen to what you are saying?
If Omo was still here, he would probably complain about him like this. Look at the mages around him who are far more experienced than him.
But he really isn't here.
He was following the two guides towards the depths of the exhibition, and walked for about five minutes.
The two guides seemed to have a high status. They could make other staff members silent and salute, and attracted the curious eyes of many warlocks and mages.
Facing those eyes, Omer walked very calmly, but his eyes also lingered on those display cabinets, as if he was reminiscing and satisfying his past interest in these things.
Magic tools, magic wands, the crystallization of modern spellcasters.
Each one has a very creative shape, and exudes strong magic waves.
Swords, hair accessories, earrings, and even metal objects such as eyebrow nails, nose nails, sharp horns, and prosthetic limbs jointly show the staff in the eyes of the caster—or what the casting medium can be.
At this point, most of the exhibits have nothing to do with magic technology, but in the exhibit area further back, the more restrained short sticks in standby mode have brought the key theme back on track.
They are magical staffs waiting to be activated and expanded into true staff forms.
It was also at this time that the two staff members who were leading the way stopped, and Homais, who was following them, also stopped. Standing at this place that was already the deepest part of the exhibition, and also at the edge of the exhibition, followed their steps. Look into the distance.
There, stood four people, a human woman with black hair and red clothes, a woman with brown hair and cat ears and a red coat, a woman with long light blond hair and dragon horns, and a tall man with blond hair and black clothes and dragon horns.
They were standing in front of a large projection board discussing something. On the projection board were hung a series of dismantling of magic circle patterns and mathematical formulas that had no connection at first glance.
"Manager, the guest has been brought."
The discussion was interrupted by this sentence. The four people immediately turned their heads and looked at each other. The three women all had similar doubts on their faces. Only the tall man's eyes lit up and he said "Wait a moment" to the three women. Walk forward quickly:
"Welcome, my friend, okay." When he said this, he remained silent for a moment. He turned to look at the two women behind him who were discussing among themselves and the other woman with a dragon horn who was staring at him, and then looked back. Ask Homais, "What do you call it?"
"Just Linton, Mr. Manager." Omo said calmly.
"Well, then call me the manager first, or..." He raised the inhuman claws under his sleeves and pointed to the nameplate on his chest with his index finger.
【Xing Jialai】
[Position: Product Manager]
【Honglong Staff Co., Ltd.】
Omo nodded slightly, indicating understanding.
Although the Guiyuan Zhidang group calls each other by code names, this successful netizen is obviously not willing to be called that code name on such occasions.
Or maybe you simply feel that the title is a bit embarrassing?
The concept of dragons should be different from that of humans. Omo thinks this possibility is not high.
"It doesn't matter if you wait a little longer? A few minutes, just a few minutes," Xing Jialai asked in a consultative tone without any airs, and spoke like an old teacher in the academy, "I'll finish explaining the set of spells to them. Here’s the principle, or you can listen if you’re interested.”
Glancing at the things on the projection board, Omo immediately raised his hand:
"Go on, don't worry about me."
I can’t even understand it, let alone listen in.
But just as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and put his hand in his pocket.
When Xing Jialai nodded in response and turned around to rejoin the women he was familiar with, Omo's eyes had already revealed some fine lines like circuit boards.
If Miss Xi, who had had a high-intensity confrontation with Galatron, were here, she would be able to recognize that the pattern resembles the pattern after the red core of Galatron's chest is activated.
[Galatron Monster Card]
【Core scan】
With such eyeballs, he looked at the projection board again. The next second, rows of words stretched and expanded in front of his eyes, occupying his entire sight in an instant.
It even caused the chip embedded in the brain that had been silent for too long to issue a warning.
[Warning, warning, an influx of abnormal information has been detected and is being processed]
The next second, he felt his forehead burning even more, and he couldn't help but recite a freezing spell to himself.
"Manager Xing Jialai, have you finished processing it?"
"I can only ask the guest to wait for a moment. I'll tell you this part of the magic cycle before-" "But your guest froze himself."
"?"
One day before the computer desk arrived, the surroundings were filled with the words of Zhouyou drawing cards. I just felt that they were noisy.
When they pulled out Big Brother and put it on the stage, I felt like Big Brother was noisy again.
they are all noisy
——Mogami River
