The sun shines at two o'clock in the afternoon, even with the city's temperature control system making macro adjustments, it still looks a bit hot.
When the voices of people are tired and the chirping of cicadas looms, you will have a more realistic feeling that it is midsummer.
But to be honest, it can clearly create a pleasant summer climate, but it must retain the hot flavor as if it wants you to know that it is summer.
Somewhat irritating.
Omo really wanted to stuff the person in charge of the temperature control system into Guyari's Yanshan device, but he just thought about it.
After all, he also knows that temperature has a lot to do with it, not just people, but the life cycles of many other animals and plants are often closely related to it.
Rather than adjusting one by one, the above choice is obviously to maintain the original plan.
It should be as it should be, and fine-tuned based on the premise of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four distinct seasons.
The final result is the current boundary gate area.
Without rain, there is a palpable heat in the air.
Training in this climate may be a risk of heat stroke, so Omer had to send a message to Narita Shirhito.
Ask her to pay attention to the temperature, or let Tako and the others rest, or ask the president for permission to use the temperature control device at the training ground.
Asking for instructions is generally not necessary.
After all, as the vice president of the student union, Narita Shiruhito probably has some rights.
But as a long-term fisherman, whether her rights are worthy of the name remains to be seen.
In fact, the reply that Omo received at this moment was also——
Narita Shiruhito: [I understand]
——Such a quite satisfactory state, with not much information visible.
No matter what the rights are, just receive it. Such a normal response also made him hesitate.
It's not that it doesn't fit with his impression of Bai Ren. In fact, as a relatively silent member of her team, she does speak in a manner that is either quite formal or concise and cold and arrogant.
It's normal. It'll be fine if it becomes normal...
Sister Ku's coquettish appearance still retained an astonishing sense of presence in his memory, but for once, what she was thinking and what she wanted to say became a pangolin-like mystery.
And the private message asking when to run again...
Omer felt that he might have felt something wrong.
It’s not surprising that I get some unrealistic feelings just by speculating between the lines. My experience accumulation is still insufficient, and I still have a long way to go...
With this thought in mind, he reset the terminal light screen from in front of him to one side, and saw an unhappy little face replacing the screen.
This was because Omo was not listening to his words attentively but was making random comments out of thin air. He seemed to be a pink-haired JK in the water chat room.
He was protesting silently with a pair of bulging eyes, but the other person didn't have a flustered face, his heart didn't beat, and he raised his hand expressionlessly to poke the tip of the nose of that face.
So the face immediately screamed away: "Hey——! My nose is not a screen button!"
"My face is not an electronic screen either."
Omo twitched the corner of his mouth, and then looked at the girl holding her nose with a half-smile:
"Your avatar fits perfectly, right? Kaif...san?"
"It's just a mouth armor, and you already know about Kaif and you still say this, I'm really going to be angry!"
It was clear that he looked very proud during those two years... Omer smiled silently.
The only difference between then and now is that I have watched "dman".
Knowing who Alexis Kelif is, I also got Qian's recognition of its content: Although the changes in mentality are different, in terms of experience, they are very similar.
She is extremely open about her past.
But regarding the fact that the online image was directly appropriated from Kelif... it is an attitude of facing dark history.
Mentioning it is full of resistance.
Omo, who has not talked to the other party in the deep immersion chat room in the past two days, is not sure whether the other party has taken any action.
Like... performing an identity cut or something.
After all, the two of them are not top-notch social terrorists who can clearly communicate directly but have to communicate online, or even communicate in a shady way.
Just mentioning Kailiv would make you face an angry expression. He would ask the other party if he had changed his holster, fearing that he would be kicked directly.
It is worth mentioning that Miss Akane Shinjo has a well-known record of attacking a display screen with her bare feet in a fit of rage.
Although it is also a welfare in the eyes of some groups.
But Omer is clearly not a member of that group.
And instead of asking whether the opponent can kick you painfully, you might as well directly avoid the prerequisite of being kicked.
"Sorry, sorry, let's not mention it, but yesterday Witchmon noticed a network area that resembled a monster graveyard, and there were some shapes of real man-made buildings..."
While apologizing, he handed over the topic that would obviously cause the other party to think deeply. Omo noticed the change in Qian's expression during the words, and watched her come back to her senses from her dazed thinking, so he also handed over the topic and paused for a few seconds. words:
"You have some ideas, right?"
"Maybe...it's just a similar place?"
"Indeed, just like the Digimon groups that many time-travelers think are other time-travel elements, they are actually local residents like me."
"There may also be local versions of the computer world."
Compared with Akane's doubts which were just hard to believe, Omo seemed to be very thoughtful and gave the possibility of a more complete content.
Akane nodded suddenly.
At this time, the automatic tram coming to the station opened its door.
And he greeted the girl who didn't want to use the obviously convenient teleportation ability, didn't want to be taken to her destination by Beta Motorcycle, and insisted on planning her own route, to get on the bus.
Ultimately, it was because she didn't want to reveal her destination.
This means that Omo's teleportation lacks a coordinate system, and it is difficult to plan a route by driving yourself.
I can only be plain and simple, walk the streets with her, get on the tram, and then wait for her instructions later.
Spending time is secondary. After all, as a famous person said, old friends are not used to talk about important things, but used to talk nonsense. They talk for hours, which is all nonsense. Looking back, I don’t even remember what I said. But this kind of place always seems warm.
As long as you have time, it doesn't hurt to go out for a walk with your friends and chat.
Even though the temperature was somewhat criticized, Omo had already noticed the sweat on Qian's forehead.
Unlike Omo, whose racially filled-in human beings are somewhat impure, Akane was able to develop common abilities in special photography studios such as telekinesis here.
But the body is still a pure human from another world that has not been strengthened by any extraordinary means.
Hardly even exercise!
To be honest, this is rare.
After all, there are three horse racing ladies in Homa's business.
Occasionally, additional warriors (horse girls) will be spawned just like the team.
Everyone keeps training regularly, and even when they are not training, they will do daily exercises. In such a big environment, it is quite difficult for you to persist in performing poorly.
But generally speaking, unless there is some special blessing such as psychological shadow, it would be difficult for something like a rotten heart to last long in a Volume B group environment.
Homae figured that when she became visibly fat, she would probably be willing to be carried by other girls while running.
Of course...it shouldn't be that kind of place to be fat...
Standing in front of a side double seat for a moment, he motioned for Qian to sit in the window seat inside. The latter happily sat in. When she sat down, her upper body in a T-shirt swayed obviously, which made Omo couldn't help but think of a certain person. She always claims to have back pain to blackmail him into increasing the frequency of massages.
If you really suffer from backache, this should be the one, right?
And then there’s Bourbon as a serious contender…
The purely natural and unadorned Ma Niang and the people from another world are on this scale when they are still in the developmental stage... Omer's understanding of the possibilities of other worlds seems to have been refreshed in some way.
And when he was refreshing here, the tea host couldn't help but think: '? ' topic, but Akane on the other side was still continuing the topic when she got in the car.
The air conditioning in the tram seemed to bring her back to life, and her tone of voice returned to its former lightness and joy.
"I always thought that I traveled from another world, but you gave me the possibility that I am actually a local..."
"Maybe there is another me in this world?"
At this point, the lightness and joy were short-lived.
The girl who was leaning towards the window had a somewhat complicated look in her eyes.
In a situation like this, there was no way to comfort him, but Omo had no intention of comforting him because he had a more effective counterargument.
"That's not the case. You returned to reality from Dujuan Terrace and then traveled back through time, didn't you?"
"..."
Turbine-like purple-red eyes fell back on the young man who sat down beside him and buckled his seat belt.
The young man even raised his hand and pointed at her belt, indicating that she should also put it on honestly.
"With this level, you are indeed a time traveler, not to mention that Tianmen City found your world number at that time, but you refused to go back."
"One last thing."
He said, raising his index finger in front of Akane's eyes.
"This is a message that only circulates among a minority group."
"This world does not allow similar people to appear who are very similar. First of all, at least the names will not be the same. Secondly, the experiences and personalities will not be particularly similar."
“So, as long as you are here, no one can shake your ‘position’. "
"Even if it's the other you."
In fact, according to the setting of this book, Shinjou Akane can not only defeat other selves, but also Toudo Takeshi (one of the villains in Gurlitt's original work, who was later inspired and became a hero in the sequel). After all, the similarity is too great. So much so that it is regarded by the public as sexual transformation - this point will be mentioned in the chapter.
But to be more honest, Akane Shinjou of SSSS is a mixture, because there is a plan for the sequel to the original work "Dengeki Superman Gurlitt F", which includes Yuta Hibiki and Akane Shinjou. The latter is set to take place after Takeshi. It is true that JK, controlled by the Dark Lord, has been passed down from victim to person.
However, Akane Shinjou in "SSSS" is a hybrid product based on the martial arts history in the original work, combined with the names and settings found in the abandoned case.
Even the color matching is the mirror image of Optimus Prime, but it is just a color match - it probably cannot occupy the position of the mirror image Optimus Prime (x)
——The righteous Zhen Tianwei, can you? It just so happens that he has been cleared now
——? Student Bize, please go to the door and stand with your book on your head.
See you in the future "Character Related Small Classroom".
(End of chapter)
