Chapter 565 NO.148 He (she) knows it, but he just doesn’t want to face it (x (4k)
When Miss Lemuel smelled the sudden aroma, her head was still buzzing as if she had woken up last night.
Hangover headaches don't go away easily, especially when you're no longer old enough to be called a girl.
Even in this era, there are many good ways to maintain beauty, and even just learning some special "Origin Stone Skills" can keep the appearance of youth for a long time, which makes women like them from the Terra to the Federation of Terra deeply impressed. I feel the wonder and greatness of this world and this era, but...
Even if regular races can find a way to join the ranks of immortal species here, wine is still so excessive.
It not only tests your liver ability, but also tests your nerve quality.
Those elixirs, magic potions, cosmetics, and even immortality practices that can make people stay youthful all the time have not directly improved the strength of internal organs or even the strength of nerves to a comprehensive extent.
It is true that such a comprehensively strengthened 'panacea' is not impossible, but it is obviously not cheap and is not suitable for the cost-effectiveness of contemporary women in their pursuit of beauty.
Compared with such a panacea, it is much cheaper to use several types of beauty and health care products with different focuses at the same time.
And if you are not in a hurry to pursue these, it would be even easier to just buy some single options that eliminate the need for makeup and beauty steps.
Miss Lemuel is obviously not the kind of woman who would fill her dressing table with large and small pills.
She would only pick out a few basic books on health cultivation and practice popularized by God's Blessing Sound Class from her sister, and then practice at will.
Even two days of fishing and three days of drying the nets are not counted. It should be three days of drying the nets, a day and a half of making nests, and finally a half day of fishing. This kind of diligence makes her armed strength advance slowly. In the core of Penguin Logistics Second only to the stewardess in the team.
Of course, she has actually been a lot more diligent recently.
It had been three days of drying the net, one day of making nests, and one day of fishing. Her sister was so surprised that she once asked Mostima, Texas and others: What kind of stimulation did this child have?
However, it is not known how long the diligence stimulated by the fight with the alien monsters in the Realm Gate area will last. At least with only more than a month of diligence, her internal organs and nerves have not been strengthened to the extent that she can deserve her bragging.
It was impossible to compete with that police officer Xingxiong for drinking, let alone competing for alcohol, even catabolizing alcohol would be too much.
Especially when a certain white-haired idiot started shouting at the most powerful person in order to torment Texas - in this Jiemen District, where the productivity and technical power far exceed that of Longmen City, you have to shout at the most powerful person. Drinking is a bit like seeking death.
You have to pray in your heart that the boss won't give you a bottle with a label of 'Special for Internet Celebrities'.
After all, the difficulty that those so-called anchors challenge in order to attract people's attention... It is worth mentioning that some anchors have a first-level prosthetic transformation, that is, a full-body prosthetic body. You can decide for yourself.
Therefore, Lemuel and Lapland can be said to have died together. The main difference between the two is the physical difference between the Sakota people and the Lupe people - this is quite obvious. After all, the Sakota people Human racial characteristics are so special that they can be distinguished from most races in their hometown.
Only the Sakaz, a group that can be called demons with fantasy characteristics such as demons, vampires, and cyclops, are opposed to Sakota, but at the same time have a close connection that is difficult to cut off.
But beyond that, the Sakota people remain unique.
Because of the halo above their heads, their incredible empathy, their innate familiarity with special mineral firearms, and even the laws they believe in - all of this is filled with a strong sense of 'artificial cultivation' in Omer's eyes. A living thing's sense of sight.
Mechanical laws, distinctions, and physical traits, but instead a shared sense of spiritual awakening, and an obviously genetically directed talent for special firearms—these are like some kind of artificial legion specially built to deal with war.
Empathy is used to identify friends and foes, and firearms talent is used to quickly improve military units.
Angelic races such as Enchantress and Mastima have such obvious and deliberate artificial control. After collecting information about other races in that world, he found that only Sakota was so weird. The level of suspicion has also been greatly increased.
But this is not important. After all, these angels did not really join the war. After the Terra Federation intervened, most of them lived peacefully like the Angels, Mastima and others.
Although their long-standing lifestyle of the same race has destined them to encounter many inconveniences in a foreign society - for example, after losing a fellow race with whom they can relate, all interpersonal interactions will appear awkward or even strange.
But there are also Sakota people like Mostema who have 'actively' turned off empathy, and even more Sakota people like Energetic Angel who still have empathy, but are used to not using that ability to get along with foreigners.
As for those who can't get used to it...the God Blessing Music Class still welcomes them.
Angels of energy bodies - can empathize.
An angel with strong senses - can empathize with others.
An artificial angel with a mechanical halo on its head and mechanical wings - it can be retrofitted and modified to achieve empathy.
As for other angels who cannot empathize with them, treat them as Li Boli!
What, this is Rutland! (violent discussion)
And even if you don't go to the God's Blessing Music Class, there are some special theme communities, such as welcoming individuals and even ethnic groups with particularly strong perceptions. The Holy Federation of Terra has already accepted many cosmic beings from the current world, and there are also a large number of special alien worlds. Among immigrants, there are also many ethnic groups who share the same sentiment.
There are also groups and communities where people with such 'deficiencies' in their interpersonal and social skills exist.
But that goes too far.
The Sakota people are indeed born with more talents than many races in the same world, and they also have a lot of talent bonuses in combat. They can have humanoid weapons like the Undertaker that scratch the veins of beasts with their nails, but the latter also have countless training and Results achieved in actual combat.
Without this kind of perseverance, Lemuel would still have to suffer from headaches.
But she smelled a distinct aroma, so besides her head buzzing, her stomach growled.
Her head was buzzing and she didn't want to move, and her stomach was rumbling and urging her to get up quickly. In the stalemate between the two, her stomach won.
She got up in a daze, and walked to the living room without caring about her loose clothes. She saw someone putting a plate on the table, and even greeted her: "If you have a headache, drink the cup of hangover soup on the table first." .”
"Oh~!"
Subconsciously, she picked up the thing and drank it as the other party said. Amidst the indescribable strange smell, Lemuel suddenly woke up: "Oh! What is it!"
Then he turned to look at the person: "Yeah! It's you! Little--it doesn't seem to be such a little Omer!"
"Although I don't recommend that you continue to call me Boss Omo, it's not very pleasant to have Omo who is not so young."
The 14-year-old Omer, who retracted a little from the age of 15, rolled his eyes at her and turned to the kitchen again. Lemuel glanced at the fried eggs, sausages, and sandwiches on the table, swallowed, and secretly inserted a sausage. Holding it in his mouth, he ran to the door of the kitchen and saw him stirring the salad: "Did Ni make the curls?"
"Swallow it and then talk. It's just breakfast for four people. It's not troublesome to prepare."
When Omo said this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
In the past, it was only for two people, but when we arrived at the office, it became eleven people.
It’s hard to understand why there are only five people but there are eleven people, isn’t it?
"Also, can you get used to those salads and coffee on the table? I'm also considering ordering some Italian...pasta. I remember you guys chatting about the recipes in the group."
"It doesn't matter. We have stayed in a place similar to Tomyam, and we can accept both Eastern and Western breakfasts. But is it okay for you to get up so early?"
Lemuel, who had swallowed the sausage, asked, "Or is it uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa?"
"...It's okay. The quality of the sofa here is very good." Omer said, looking at her twice.
There was no sign of snickering, his expression was natural, and his eyes were fixed on the pudding still in the transparent refrigerated layer, like a starving ghost reincarnated.
The stereotype in the intelligence about Rutlanders loving desserts seems to be true.
Then it's not her.
It's not her words...
"Wow, who prepared the breakfast? It couldn't be you, right? Lemuel? Look at Texas! It may be sunny in Syracuse!" The voice, obviously that of Lapland, came from far to near. .
"Don't use metaphors that the locals don't understand. This should be done by Omo." Texas' voice followed closely.
"...Really," Lapland looked towards the kitchen and looked at Omer's back. "How is your cooking skills? Little one, huh? Have you grown up?"
"Actually, we have gone back a bit, and the recovery and consumption are still going back and forth," Omo said, handing a large bowl of mixed salad to Lapland and looking at her deeply, "Please take it to the dining table. , and there is a bowl of hangover soup on the table, you can try it too."
"?" Lapland, who was a little confused by Omer's sudden look at him, was a little confused when he turned around and continued to work.
"Why did he look at me like that just now?" When she walked to the door with a big bowl in hand, she asked Lemule, who came earlier than her, "Is there something wrong with the hangover soup?"
"Is it okay? I drank it and I feel much better. What do you think of you?" Lemuel didn't pay attention to her interaction at all and just asked Omer, "Omer! When will the pudding be brought out?"
"At least ten minutes later. That's your after-dinner food, not the main meal."
"Eh--!"
"Come on, I'll give you the right to eat directly at the table without waiting for me."
"also!"
The capable angels immediately attacked like two furnaces and three reds.
Omo, who was still unpacking the noodles, looked up and saw Texas, who was still standing. He apologized and said, "I'm sorry, I cut off your ingredients first and then played with them."
"It's okay, these things have been piled up for several days," Texas said, feeling a little embarrassed when talking about this, "I haven't had time to deal with them these days."
That's really not new... Omer muttered to himself. He also habitually looked through the refrigerator in the morning and saw these ingredients that he felt he couldn't put down anymore, and his thrifty heart that didn't want to waste was about to start.
The eldest lady of the Texas family probably wouldn't understand, but even if she did, it wouldn't be worth mentioning. Omo just looked at her embarrassed expression and still didn't want to admit the possibility.
Seeing that she was still wearing the custom-made clothes that showed off her curves, and even the coat that she didn't need to wear at home was still hanging up, Omo couldn't help but think of the feeling when she woke up, and silently turned around to pour the noodles. into boiling water.
"That's it, as long as it doesn't disturb your arrangement." He said calmly.
There is no need to recall the process. He also made bacon and egg spaghetti when he was in the office. The cafe unexpectedly liked it and liked it to be paired with coffee, but Omo thought that the combination was a bit weird and it was better to drink milk.
"Um."
He heard Texas respond, and then he heard the footsteps, not farther away but closer, so that he stood aside and asked: "Do you need help?"
"No, my current height is okay for the time being." Omo said, pointing down at the small platform for standing on tiptoes below, but luckily neither Lapland nor Lemule saw it.
Otherwise, I don’t know what success will look like.
"Well...when did you recover like this?"
"It's like this when I wake up." Omo picked up his chopsticks and scratched the noodles. Although it was unnecessary, he always wanted to avoid the risk of sticking to the pan and noodles.
And something needs to be done to relieve the embarrassment.
The hesitant tone from Texas when he asked this question seemed to be able to taste something, something that made him feel embarrassed.
"Wake up... what time did you wake up? Did you not get enough sleep?"
"It's eight forty-two. I should have had enough sleep. I slept like crazy last night."
"That's good, actually... last night I saw you curled up on the sofa sleeping on your side, so I carried you to the bedroom."
These words inevitably made Omer look sideways, and he saw Texas's calm face. Such a frank self-exposure actually made Omer feel ashamed.
"...Oh, that's it."
It's not easy to ask the other person if they have the habit of hugging pillows. I can only say hello: "The pasta will have to wait for a while. You can also go eat. I have been hungry for a long time. At least I found something to cushion me."
"Um…"
Texas simply turned around and left. The sound of slippers was still steady. While listening carefully, Omer, who looked at the pot, tilted his head and continued to use his chopsticks to cut the noodles.
Maybe he thinks too much... he thought.
Women who were born in a land similar to the Yiluo District and lived in a cultural circle like the Anmei District would probably be more open-minded than they expected and would not care much about close contact with the opposite sex.
Not to mention that even if he grows up halfway, he is still a teenager.
Just a minor...
The other party's previous hesitation should just be based on some weird feeling.
Outside the door, Texas raised her hand and touched her dark blue and white ears. They were upright and not red, but slightly warm, just like her taut tail hidden under her coat.
Last night, she could tell at a glance that the child was curled up and sleeping on his side, and that familiar sleeping posture showed a lack of security, a sense of stability, let alone quality of sleep.
So she carried him into the bedroom.
Even though there are already two adult women lying on the bed, which seems a bit crowded, it doesn't matter if there is a child.
But if the child grows up halfway, he will look more mature than Baisong who first came to Penguin Logistics.
Then maybe it’s not just about squeezing...
Texas knew exactly how Angel and Lapland would sleep.
And the thing he was holding in his arms in a daze... seemed to have an answer.
The title is taken from the series of video barrages of the Prison Town (x)
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