"Mr. Linton?"
"it's me."
"You look much younger."
"I heard that super agents are more accustomed to getting along with boys and girls."
"...You are very attentive."
"polite."
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Arisuko may not be the most thoughtful among the girls in the agency, but she is definitely the most prankster in the agency.
Similarly, after getting to know her well, her true colors will show. Ms. Qian's operation has always been much more conservative. She never takes the initiative to touch Omo's bad habits. Even if she touches the glue and mixes it, she only scans and uploads it without damaging the model, which proves that Model guys will not hurt each other.
Of course, Ms. Tachyon would not operate on Omer's model.
Her tricks are always straight to the point, with unabashedly colored potions, sudden and enthusiastic black tea, and even competition with her companions - dancing happily on the edge of Omo's tolerance.
This is not the reason why I let you practice dancing...
Omo sighed inwardly, thinking that dancing practice was of little significance.
The song "スカイクラッドの见者" is actually tormenting the backup dancers on the winner's stage, not the lead singer himself.
Actually thinking about the lyrics again...
'『 ) from
Transcending time, at the end of cause and effect, behind Demon God Zero is his youthful form...
It cannot be said that there are no omissions, it can only be said that it was premeditated.
So Omo couldn't help but sigh.
The sigh is long.
I really hope you can put this thought into setting the schedule instead of playing tricks, Miss Arisuko.
"What's there to resist, trainer? Isn't this great?"
"It just so happens that you've been reluctant to go out recently because of being harassed, right?"
The brown-haired horse girl who would call trainer at this time was standing by the window with the curtains drawn and smiled, with a bit of success in her dark eyes.
Compared to three days after waking up, it became more bearable to transform into a boy, not to mention that, as the other party said, Omer could indeed go out easily with this appearance.
There seems to be only a three-year age difference between a 16-year-old boy and a 19-year-old boy. In fact, just a change in clothing style and style is enough to deceive most reporters who can only make a rough identification with the naked eye.
Considering his level of sobriety at the moment, he couldn't feel any anger.
Instead, Tachyon has to be praised.
The success of a medicine that transfers body energy to the mind and thereby resolves serious imbalances between the mind and body is enough to qualify as a wonder medicine.
And unlike the weird things before, this time it will probably have a mass market.
After all, there are really many social workers working overtime.
By reducing the dosage and diluting the ingredients, it can probably outperform many late-night drinks on the market, and it can also be paired with health drinks to replenish the body.
This combination is also necessary. After all, for ordinary people, the clinical effect of this medicine should be a slight aging after drinking it.
For Omo, becoming 16 years old does not mean that his body has sufficient energy. His 19-year-old state is much better than that of 16-year-old.
This appearance is also the result of losing a lot of energy out of thin air, but it is also supported by demon blood.
Not only did he not show the charm of a mature man, but he turned into a Sima-faced boy who was about to enter his first year of high school.
Reducing energy consumption by aging is really an extreme stress instinct.
"Now I'm starting to wonder what kind of demon your demonic bloodline is. Mr. Guinea Pig, how about you stop letting me draw blood?"
From a guinea pig to a trainer, and then to a guinea pig again, the process is nothing more than a few conversations and constant observations during the conversation.
Homais was speechless and did not give her a tube of sixteen-year-old blood.
When he thought about what kind of potion she had been secretly tinkering with recently, and even this alternative 'rejuvenation' was a companion product, he simply refused.
I recall that she had collected her own hair earlier, which could be regarded as the beginning of a curse in the East, but in the West...
Are you going to be a substitute...?
He didn't know, but he wasn't uneasy enough to actually intervene.
Just from the fact that every time she plays tricks, she always steps within Omer's tolerance range, it can be seen that this girl knows "proportion" well and will never make anything too outrageous.
So he never asked after all.
Not only did he not ask, but he actually went out and wandered around the sunset in the western mountains with his headphones on while talking on the phone with the super agent.
When passing by the supermarket, I was still thinking about buying something, but when I thought about it again - the girls had a holiday, and I had become a child...
What to cook, no more! Let them order takeout on their own!
Although in actual history, Omer was already trying to take a spoon when he was seven years old, this does not prevent him from saying NO at this moment.
We are all at the age where we are suffering from chuunibyou, and it is time for us to turn dark.
But he doesn't cook when he's black, which sounds like he's even more humble than the old version of Spider-Man.
That’s it for now, let’s buy an ice cream first.
After buying the simplest popsicle in the supermarket and watching the red-haired girl with whom he had briefly cooperated once being 'assassinated' by the ice cream assassin, Omo gained the simplest happiness, and then ran away before being discovered by the other party. So as not to experience the heat wave sent by the Demon Sword of Destruction to Ji Xia.
"Do you want it?"
Standing in front of a stone pillar on a slope not far from the supermarket, Omo broke off half of the popsicle with his magic claws and handed it to the screen.
Now that a certain witch has given herself a vacation and does not want to work overtime during the vacation, the only ones who can travel in the data world are super agents who have turned into fighter jets.
It will take a week to demarcate a few ranges, and it will take a while to specifically lock in the frequency band of the new universe.
There was no need to rush the matter, but he still kept in touch with Justis, because the latter not only tried to analyze and give feedback on the original conversation record like Tachyon, but he also hid certain words and did not say them in the room.
"I can't eat like this." The super agent was speechless. Back then, his predecessor had a hard time fighting in a Tuba man's masterpiece (a computer made from scraps) called 'junk', but now he can swim freely in miniature. Small terminal screen.
Enjoying such a technological upgrade, but not bursting into tears, this man was still pointing and pointing: "On the contrary, it's okay if you stop here? Are you hiding from people?"
"Do you still have time to pay attention to me?"
Omer was a little surprised that even though he had circled this small block several times, this flying wing, which could not even see the design of the main camera, could still notice it.
"Today's network channel is not crowded, and my patrol here is also very monotonous."
In other words, you have been looking here...
Omo turned his head and glanced at the eye-catching red hair and the more impressive white hair mottled with snow-white gray that passed by not far away, then turned back and tugged on his sweater and hat.
With a 16-year-old body, I could still find clothes that fit me. I teleported back to my hometown and looked through the bottom of the closet, but I don’t know if it was an illusion, but it seemed that the clothes were getting looser and baggier.
"I see, then let me answer your question. I can only say that you don't necessarily have to keep pace to hide from others, especially if you have already figured out how many people are trying to catch you."
"Are you being followed by many people? Are you an enemy? Do you want my help?"
The enthusiastic super agent knew very well that this friend who looked like a teenager had indeed shrunk in strength. He could barely turn on the demon transformation before.
After all, the demonic form has always reflected the soul.
"No, not an enemy."
Omer's expression was a little subtle, and he raised his hand to scroll through other windows in the mid-air terminal, still hesitating whether to open the Umastagram block and take a look.
"Probably just some old friends with evil intentions."
"...Are you awake?"
"You are awake. This sentence is actually not contradictory."
(End of chapter)
