"So, little snake, you were ten minutes late because there were too many people on the way to school and you had to push the car for a long time!"
"Technically speaking, there is still some traffic jam at the overpass leading to this direct passage, but anyway, I'm sorry for being late."
Night has fallen, and only a few high school students are left in front of a high school in Jiemen West District, waiting around in front of barbecue and fried meals.
At this moment, a high beam of light that broke through the dimness of the street was undoubtedly eye-catching enough. When they saw clearly where the high beam came from, they could even let out a few excited shouts.
Of course, the end of the high beam is not Yajituo, nor is it a glowing spear or a chemical halo of raw coke, but a heavy motorcycle with a devil theme.
The ferocious and domineering appearance is undoubtedly in line with the dark aesthetic that is common in this age group, so much so that some people even had the courage to step forward, half-heartedly wanting to discuss the idea of taking photos with the rider.
But some people have seen a lot, and began to feel that the small parts of the motorcycle with a cold-colored shimmer looked familiar.
But before they could really think of anything specific, a strange pink-haired girl sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, making them realize that the motorcyclist was here to pick someone up.
In the end, I could only watch as the black flames on the horns of the motorcycle's head ignited, and the tail pipe spurted blue flames, roaring away.
An opportunity is missed, but the opportunity is not necessarily lost entirely.
After all, everyone has seen the strange pink-haired girl. We are in the same school, maybe we can meet her again?
It is not difficult to guess that someone's transfer journey will have a start with many rumored versions.
The motorcyclist was obviously Omo, and the person who transferred to another school was Akane Shinjo, who had just arrived.
He is also the only remaining tenant of Omer in the office.
Note: Hungry state.
It is clear that her high school also has a cafeteria, but she does not plan to deal with it there like the dormitory students. This is one of the main reasons why Omer refused to participate in the team building of colleagues.
Although I have no appetite, I still have to be a chef.
The other party even sent a message early to inform him of the school dismissal time. He also sent the address even though he knew that Omo knew the address.
The intention was so obvious that he typed the reply 'see you then' with an annoyed smile.
Then I was a little late.
"A mere verbal apology is not sincere. A samurai can't just say it!"
Recognizing the words in the wind was not a test, not even as oppressive as the arms around his waist and the pressure on his back.
After several failures, Omo had already given up on teaching Akane that this was not so much a lack of vigilance as a dangerous attempt to make fun of him. Faced with such tests, he could only show off his gun-pressing skills by asking questions. :
"Indeed, so is there anything in particular you want to eat?"
"Black forest cake!"
The other party answered almost without thinking, leaving Omer speechless.
It was undeniable that this answer made a certain Padma girl flash through his mind.
Miss Eishin Shining, who was said to be very good at making desserts in the intelligence records, was the one who inquired about herself at the cafe at the same time as Miss Orihime.
However, for a series of reasons, he was completely devoted to the investigation of Miss Orihime and neglected the other side, so that it is still unclear why she is curious about him.
Let's talk about it tomorrow...he couldn't help but think.
Rather than thinking about whether another girl was rude during a conversation with one girl, he felt that the silence in the conversation was really inappropriate.
So he replied: "I'm asking about the food, not the dessert for now."
"Then..." Shinjo Akane, who was not worried about Omo saying this and pretending it was nothing, answered decisively, "Sour beef stew! Tako said that she saw you soaking beef before, so she was going to make it. Let’s do this!”
"If you can do something, leave a portion for them."
"A little is fine~ Then there's roasted pork knuckle!"
Omo suddenly felt helpless: "...wouldn't it be delicious if there were no oriental food?"
It’s not that he doesn’t reject hometown food.
It would be better to say that the other party mentioned his hometown dishes one after another, and he was actually quite happy.
However, the preparation process of the dishes mentioned by the other party is somewhat troublesome, and is far less convenient and quick than most oriental dishes.
In this regard, the person behind him seemed to be thinking quite considerately, and the area where his head was probably no longer pressed against his back, and immediately said: "Hamburger meat?"
"Why a question?"
"Because I don't think I've seen little snakes do it very often~ But Chazao-chan can do it."
"You can learn it. If you follow the online tutorials, although you may not be able to completely restore the taste, you can probably achieve a seventy or eighty percent improvement."
He is very confident about this.
Especially since he is always in the kitchen, he has actually seen the cafe making Eastern-style hamburger meat.
After all, generally speaking, although cooking is an advanced skill, anyone with a little common sense can follow the instructions to make the food not particularly delicious, but not difficult to swallow.
There is a common-sense scale between 'deliciously delicious' and 'unpalatable' Guys like Kyoko and Evolto.
That kind of cartoonish black hole of extreme cooking skills is obviously rare.
"Huh——? Does that little snake want my help? In fact, I can do it too!"
"That's really an accident, so... don't hesitate to teach me?"
"Oh, you are very good at talking today!"
"After all, I annoyed a lot of people at once, and I have to learn to reflect on it." Omo couldn't help but sigh.
Although there is no point in reflecting on the way he speaks, he just feels that his speaking skills have many shortcomings. The three girls seemed to have calmed down, but when he left, none of them came.
"Is there such a thing again? What did you do? No one told me!"
"I was wondering if you would be as angry as they were if I told you."
"Well...it's hard to say, so I'd better not ask." Akane lay her head on the other person's back again, looking at the many vehicles in the side lane.
The traffic during rush hour is extremely congested, and they are all unable to move forward. The car lights and the neon lights in the distance form a blur, as airtight as a high wall.
However, the motorcycle controlled by Little Snake can keep shuttling through various boundaries, as if nothing can block his path. The scenery before her eyes is always changing, and the wind in her ears is constantly ringing.
She liked this unimpeded feeling, so she always wanted to ride Little Snake's motorcycle.
"Anyway, little snake, you must be reflecting on yourself, so I won't get angry again."
"Isn't it possible to not be angry after hearing this?"
"If I can make both the teahouse and Bourbon angry, I don't think I'm special, right?"
"Not curious?"
"Curiosity and happiness are not linked~"
"Really? I'm quite curious about your experience on the first day of school."
"Eh? I'm definitely willing to talk about this! By the way, let's exchange your experiences on the first day of school!"
"That will involve the reasons for the anger of those three people."
"Oh! Then you can cut it into slices!"
"...Should I still edit an episode?"
“Then let’s have a directed version!”
"In that case, let's start with the Dark Star."
"Oh! Will it be the arrival of the space ape-man when he comes?"
"It's a pity that she's just a lost girl."
…
Later, in the Linton office.
Homare, who stayed in his room, was trying to get used to the time when no one would make him coffee.
Although he could teleport directly to the cafeteria room of Miura House and ask for coffee from her, it was obvious that Omer was not in such a naughty mood.
He was just preparing for tomorrow's work and browsing the apology emails with different wordings sent to him by the three horse girls at different times.
It was probably an apology... Looking at the ridicule in Tako's arrogant words, Omo was not very sure about her attitude.
But it can only be said that you get used to it.
The messages sent by Miss Naritaji and Ji Ling are quite pleasant, especially the photo of the dessert shop sent by the latter. It is quite a sight to see the expression of Miss Vega, who has been cheating on me for several years. kind of work relaxation.
In addition to this, the bored Akane Shinjo knocked on the door and watched a new episode of "Travelers" with him. This shows that people who feel uncomfortable with the departure of three roommates are also He's not the only one.
But it's a bit awkward to put her and Omer in the same situation.
After all, she wasn't given any homework on the first day, but Omo had to adjust Ma Niang's training plan and was laughed at by the haunted Sunday Serenity on the screen about her current situation.
I don’t know who the guy is who is so tired from the press conference during the day that he can only lie on the table like a dead dog. At night, he is so squirming, come on, come on, you go to the kitchen to make coffee for me——
Before Homais could catch her, she slipped away very quickly.
So in the end, Omo could only turn on the smart grinding and brewing function of the coffee machine.
The first night without the cafe, I missed her.
But fortunately, even if he didn't catch Sunday Serenity, he was not alone in his online environment.
The witch beast that steadily processes the crawler software intelligence and feeds it to Omer's social engineering library (a place where hackers integrate and analyze user data and then archive it centrally) will always appear on time.
Although there are always more and more complaints about boring work, in terms of results, her professionalism is not low at all.
Besides that, there is a certain super agent who is as strong as Miss Sunikawa.
"How's it going? Miss Shinjou hasn't changed much, has she?"
Dedicated to his job, he was active in the search and rescue plane on the front line of finding the missing horse girl: Mr. Justice was even still thinking about his original misunderstanding. His first sentence made Omer stunned for a moment, and then he shrugged.
"It's pretty stable, but how's the node collection in the new universe going?"
"The fourth one is transmitting to you. At this point, you should be able to communicate directly, but the delay will be relatively high. Why don't you try it now?"
"Trying a high-latency conversation? What kind of prison is this?"
"Don't say that, just treat it like ancient pen pal communication, and the feedback time will be longer."
"How long is a conservative estimate?"
"Let's reply in three days."
"..."
