NO.193: You cannot attribute all problems to external interference

Style: Gaming Author: Old ShingenWords: 3075Update Time: 24/01/11 11:40:49
Generally speaking, when your social circle as a whole shows a youthful trend and most of them focus on a certain career field, you don't have to worry about someone bumping into your news-making masterpiece.

It is true that young people also watch the news.

But most of what I read was district-level news and interstellar news that could criticize Fang Qiu.

Putting aside their political needs, they will also read some news about games and professional careers - but this is obviously not a problem.

Although he was in the news, Omer's life will not suffer any impact.

Even if the police station in a town near Baishan wanted to issue him a banner, he would not pay attention to the police contact records listed for him by the AI ​​steward.

What's there to worry about? ...You are so happy to claim your achievements, but what if someone asks you to lose money?

Omer clearly remembers that the fight in the crater at that time directly destroyed some vegetation and man-made objects.

Although it is probably a big credit to defeat the Huang Yi Family, the specific decision will depend on the intentions of the group of people at that time.

When he thought that the White Mountains were the territory of the Far East people, and then thought about the difficulty of the Far East people in this matter, Omo would rather claim that someone was acting on his behalf.

White Mountain? What Baishan? I've been at Central Trayson Well!

I was still in the cafeteria just now, and there are so many chefs who can testify for me!

It can be seen that in order to save trouble, Omer 'sacrificed' a lot.

But even so, Omo still had to face Chelenina Texas, Miura Bourbon, Manchester Teahouse, the Big Shock, Rudolf's symbol, and even Maruzensky's communication, and then realized that this was some kind of debt repayment in a sense.

Because this list of news records was exactly the kind of people he once considered to be more reliable in his social circle, and therefore quite trustworthy.

but……

No, sir? Do these people all read the news? !

I’m not that free myself! !

Although he had some doubts, Omo still didn't want to think too much about it.

Lying on the hospital bed, he tried to become a ball of Sakaban turtles without thinking, but the glare from the side was so dazzling that he had to turn his head and look at the brown-haired horse girl who suddenly turned around.

"I admire Miss Orihime."

He said softly, but with a different sense of distance than before: "Do you have any questions to ask me?"

"No."

Lying on her side on the bed next door, wrapped in a quilt and facing away from Omo, Orihime admired her. Just as she said this, she heard a greeting from Representative Chiaki not far away:

"Orihime! I love Orihime-san! Don't lie on your side! Make sure there is no physical pressure on both sides of the instrument! The values ​​are very unstable now!"

"..." She turned around silently, her face expressionless under Omo's subtle gaze.

"What now?" She asked Qianming, looking at the familiar ceiling.

"It's normal! Just keep it like this for now, you still have six minutes!" Qianming, who was sitting in front of the instrument screen, said this, and then chatted with a colleague beside him.

They directly talked about the horse girl who had brought the hospital bed with great intensity in the morning, but she didn't care at all that there was another one lying on the hospital bed.

Of course, you can tell that she is indeed different from those students when the same mental testing device as Omo's is hung on this horse girl's head.

They lamented and complained about the physically injured horse girls, but it could not hinder the mental illness here.

Looking back from their conversation, Omo, who was also leaning sideways but directly raising his upper body to prevent oppression, had no intention of asking any more questions.

He just picked up the kettle and disposable water cup on the bedside table, took a glass of water, then turned around and calmly lit the light screen.

[Crooked Snake: Why did your roommate just lie down in the infirmary? 】

He directly typed in Zhen Jiling's account and glanced at the other party's bedside with dark red eyes.

The outline of the horse girl was not visible, but the quilt beside the bed shrank. His vision couldn't help but pause. He immediately climbed up the quilt and saw that the quilt was wrapped around the whole neck, as if it was blocked by inspection. Describes general admiration for Orihime.

And the look of obvious disgust.

Hmm...how to describe this situation?

Popular letter? Ah...it doesn't seem to be common...but it is a misunderstanding.

But I can't say that I am right.

Although he was focused on his soul, he could not ignore the actual offense, because it was really not polite, so he still apologized:

"Please allow me to apologize. I love Miss Orihime."

"I have a question to ask you now." Orihime, who still maintained a repulsive look, suddenly said.

"Please say."

"Are you familiar with Representative Qianming and Representative Rudolf?"

"I can't say that I'm very familiar with you. I'm just grateful to the two of you for your kind care."

[Curren: She said she always felt a little violated and wanted to go for a check-up. Kallen wanted to go but was rejected, but how did her brother know? 】

How do I know? I was ganked by Qianming and Rudolf into the ward!

Omo, who was complaining in his heart, just glanced at the reply on the screen. In fact, he was still in the conversation with his admirer Orihime, and he hadn't even finished speaking.

"A capable person only needs to show his personal kindness tendencies to make people feel friendly, but for those who are mentally stressed, it is probably difficult to relax at all."

"you are lying."

"Where do we start talking about this?" Omo couldn't help but feel helpless.

"Merely caring for someone and not considering a private plane transfer."

"Is it possible that Miss Qianming just made a joke?"

"Eh? Where did I say that I was joking? Rudolph can really do it, okay?"

Who are you helping, Miss Qianming?

Raising his head to look at the Qianming representative with excellent hearing in the distance, Omo's eyes were full of helplessness, but the other person looked innocent and a little aggrieved by being misunderstood.

Some people's personalities are so clear and free, but their hearts are airtight.

Omo, who really couldn't teach him anything, could only look away and look at Aimu Orihime, whose eyes were already somewhat hostile, with a bitter smile on his face: "I think Miss Aimu Orihime has some prejudice against me, but then In fact, it’s all a misunderstanding.”

"I didn't expect that either."

After just two meetings, the impression could be so bad.

Thinking about it, this may be the first time in so long that I have such clear dissatisfaction with a person, and I don't even want to understand how a weirdo like him is related to the emperor and Mr. CB.

After all, she wasn't that gossipy. She rarely found a trace of curiosity in this boring world where she could only wait for time to pass, but in the end, she was covered up by the other party's lies.

Then just give it up.

"This academy will still have a trainer like you."

My admiration for Orihime can't help but feel a little complicated.

Thinking about the last time I felt so unhappy?

Is he the guy who clearly understands himself very well, but never stands on his side, and directly opens his wounds with spicy and sharp words?

Because of that guy, I wasn't even angry at the clever stalker, because I had already seen the most irritating thing.

But those two people are different from the guy in front of them.

This guy just told lies and was weird and changeable. He kept arousing her dislike with weird behavior in just two meetings. She was now even worried about her classmate from the Manchester Tea House.

Eri Soko and Miura Bourbon are not familiar with each other, but Mancheng Chaza's classmate is a friendly, kind-hearted person who doesn't live up to expectations.

It was extremely easy and comfortable to communicate with her, which made her feel that such a friendly teahouse classmate should not have such a trainer who always made people uncomfortable.

This is definitely not what everyone means by complementarity.

But she never likes to interfere with others, just like she doesn't want others to interfere with her.

I'm quite confused right now.

Although I don't have a trainer, I see that the students who have trainers have more or less good relations with the trainers. If I rashly say something about the opponent's trainer, it will have no meaning other than creating conflicts.

It's really troublesome and not efficient at all.

——It would be better to say that I actually want to be so lenient...? !

After admiring Orihime, she opened her eyes wide and remembered her original intention of coming to the infirmary, and many inexplicable thoughts emerged.

For example, when you pass by a convenience store, you want to buy an ice cream, or when you pass by a honey specialty drink shop, you want to have a cup of something extra-thick, extra-thick, or something like that. These are things that are natural to ordinary horse girls, but when it was her turn, they were abnormal.

She doesn't usually have such thoughts of 'enjoying'!

She felt that she must have some kind of mental problem. No one who strictly demands themselves would suddenly relax completely. There must be some reason for this, and she couldn't think of anything special that she had experienced.

It seemed special to meet that weirdo, but that was hardly suspicious!

She just felt that she should check up, so she took the initiative to come to the infirmary.

And now...

"drop--"

The instrument on the forehead suddenly emitted a long and calm beep, and Chiaki's greeting on behalf of "Okay! Orihime-san can take off the instrument and come here!" came from outside.

She left the hospital bed much faster than usual, staying away from the young man who always gave her a strange feeling. She walked to Representative Qianming and another nurse in three steps and asked:

"How? What's the result?"

"Result? Pretty good, right? It would be better to say that the readings give a sense of relief, like recovering from a serious illness. You should keep it up!"

Something's wrong...

Their admiration for Orihime seemed a bit baffling in the "Oh, not much" between the two of them.

(End of chapter)