Although rejuvenation itself challenges common sense, the juvenile body still follows the law of energy conservation.
For example - replenishing energy for the body can effectively curb the progression of premature aging.
After all, his juvenile state itself stems from the extreme imbalance between his spirit and body.
So even though Omo was full of resentment towards Lemuel, he still wanted to express his gratitude to the delicious dinner she brought.
But even so...
"Omo Omo, how does it feel to be a child?"
"That's right! When did you and Chelenina get on such a good terms? Even that guy from Lapland seems to be worried!"
"Don't be so quiet while eating, Omer, talk!"
"Is this really delicious? I always thought pasta was pretty average, but I didn't expect she would buy you this."
Like a poorly designed mobile game assistant from a small workshop, it chatters around at a very high frequency of voice triggers. While showing off its chatty nature, it also taps the phone screen from time to time.
To be honest, Omo has no lack of experience in dealing with talkative people, and he can handle the situation without any guilt.
But when the phone in the other person's hand suddenly turned its camera to focus on him, he couldn't help but let a bit of disgust appear on his face.
"Isn't your internal communication over yet?"
"Eh?" The girl who was very straightforward and didn't even turn off the camera sound clicked to take a photo, framed the shot's face with a look of disgust, and clicked to upload to the chat room.
"How can it end? It's in full swing! Do you want to see the feedback? I can select a few and send them to you!"
"Is it selection or screening?" Omer asked angrily, but he didn't want to hear the other party's answer, and rolled his head in the bowl of noodles.
His attitude towards this kind of Italian-Romanian food is similar to that of Angel, and he is not very interested in it, but he has never been picky about food.
But the capable angel who pretended to be stupid with a "Hey!" actually meant to defend him, and brought the topic to food again:
"Seriously, do you really like pasta? She usually brings food according to the other person's preferences. Does she have a problem with you?"
"It's just the closest one. My situation doesn't look promising at first glance, and she's also in a hurry." Omer said coldly.
Calculating the time he spent talking to Lapland and considering the time spent preparing food, Texas didn't waste any time at all.
"That's right," Angel Noble nodded, "You haven't even told Chelenina about your situation?"
"Has Akane told you about my condition?"
"It depends on how much you say," Angel said, turning around in Texas' room, "Would you like an apple pie? Texas usually has all the ingredients ready."
"Is her home a regular gathering place for you?" Omer was speechless.
Before, Lapland unceremoniously presented himself as the master when he entered the house, but now Lemule took out apples and dough from the refrigerator and ran towards the kitchen very naturally.
Even though there was no excessive talk about relationships on the Rhodes Island forum, he couldn't help but ponder the authenticity of some of the radical creations in the knowledge of other worlds.
"That's right, Texas is the most suitable place for everyone's house."
That's true... Homa can definitely guess how messy Archangel's room is, how many stacked cardboard boxes there are in Croissant's room, and Mostema's room...
Did she really settle in Jiemen District?
Looking at it this way, they can't go to Lapland's place.
So Texas' room... He raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings. His observations were more detailed than before, but he still felt that it was orderly and there was no trace of chaos left.
Penguin Logistics cannot live without Texas, just as the West cannot live without Jerusalem.
Among those who wander between normal and abnormal, only Texas holds the banner of reliability.
Let Omo also suffer the lingering shadow.
"But why don't you try going to your house next time?"
A sudden word from the kitchen made Omer's hand holding the fork tremble.
"...You really don't see anyone outside."
"What's there to say? Everyone trusts you~! And besides you, there are all girls here, too!"
"I'm worried about you contaminating other children."
"Your voice is so weird when you say this, and you are only 19 years old, right? You are even two years younger than me."
This is a fact.
Omer would always inadvertently forget the fact that these guys were already adults, and even older than him in every age.
After all, they all look young and petite. The tallest one, Texas, is only 170cm tall, which is still half a head shorter than Ormer.
It can only be said that the appearance does affect the perception. Look at the boss of Penguin Logistics, who is even a bastard. In the early days of Penguin Logistics, people often laughed at it. Of course, this is also related to the fact that the number of people in the grass platform at the beginning was only single digits.
In comparison, Texas' ability to chat calmly with the child-like Omer is also a talent.
This kind of calmness and equal treatment is suitable for applying for a counter job where you have to deal with multi-racial people.
But that is obviously a different kind of waste.
"And why did I contaminate other children?" Kitchen was still looking around, red hair shaking, "What's wrong with me!"
It seems not. Thinking about it carefully, it may be Tachyon and Akane contaminating them, or it may be some more strange chemical reaction caused by the collision - or it seems that they are already colliding now.
Think about the tracking of this guy and Lapland before. Where did they get the news?
Akane, and possibly even Tachyon, are personally involved, so they must be connected.
So he was silent for a moment, then slapped his forehead with one hand, feeling a headache.
But the snap might have been a little loud, so that the head that had just retracted popped out again: "What's the sound?"
"Swatt the mosquito." The little boy said expressionlessly.
"Oh, there should be a mosquito killer in the corner next to the TV cabinet. Go and turn it on." The red-haired girl accepted this statement very naturally. After all, although the world is so advanced in technology and energy, there is still no justice. Scientists use sharp tools to eliminate mosquitoes.
How sad!
"No hurry, I'll go to the bathroom first."
"The room on the left."
"good."
This time, Omer actually went to the bathroom, and began to wonder if it would be a good idea to have someone take him home.
There were only Bourbon, Akane and Tako in tonight's office, and he couldn't even confirm whether the former was also 'kidnapped' by the two people.
Going home might as well be like throwing yourself into a trap.
But staying here in Texas is a little tricky.
Bang!
The sudden sound of the door closing interrupted Hush's thoughts, and Omo could hear the angel's greeting as he listened slightly:
"Ah, you are back? Omer has gone to the bathroom. I'm still baking apple pie. Would you like some later?"
"Apple pie? Okay," Lapland was the first to intervene, but the next moment he changed the topic, "Let me talk about Lemuel, do you know what kind of jobs Texas is accepting today?"
"The cargo is being transported with armed escorts, right? What's wrong? You want to go too?"
This didn't sound like it was said once or twice. Lapland seemed to often mess up the commissions Texas received.
"This reaction...Texas, you didn't tell Lemule either~"
"What did you say?"
"..."
In that moment of silence, it was Omer who opened the door after washing his hands:
"Said I wanted to go too."
Facing the surprised looks of the three people, the little boy just lowered his head and looked at his own clothes, then raised his head again and said awkwardly:
"But I still need some more suitable clothes."
(End of chapter)
