Exhaustion is only temporary, and soon Omer will tell Bizer to get up and go to the toilet.

It's normal for high school boys to go to the toilet together or something.

It's more natural for high school boys to go to the toilet to resolve conflicts, and the actual cruel "Yeeeeart" sound is heard, but at least not "sa·yo·na·la"! The cries came with the explosion.

There are no ninja killers in this world, but there are also "ninja killers", and even Bi Ze, who knows a lot of otherworldly cultures, can't tell whether it is the convergence of creativity or the result of copying, and it can only be said that there is a considerable part of the urban painting style caused by the technological power of the Holy Terra Federation, which is very suitable for the stage of 'cyberpunk'.

It's just a stage, after all, TerraHeart will provide social service funding, provide universal compulsory insurance, and vigorously develop all kinds of entertainment industries, highlighting a 'I'm going to raise you as waste'.

Occasionally, there will be a 'rebellion against the AI leader, the world belongs to humanity!' The first thing to face in the uprising was not guns, but the lure of the conspiracy.

Its existence has made many traversers in later generations feel subtle, quite a kind of coming to another world and about to show their strength, but finding that they don't seem to have anything to do.

Or stay and enjoy yourself.

Some of the colonial cities of the border planets have developed a cyberpunk world in the true sense of the word, but they are too far away from here, and Omer does not have the true Buddha's heart to help the suffering people tens of thousands of light-years away.

The most he said was Nan Wusan.

Nan Wusan, actually cruel.

But after all, it's not easy to explain to a 'little animal' type like Grey that Blazer has a blue nose and swollen face, so Omo reluctantly sends Blaze to the infirmary and asks the doctor to treat him briefly with healing magic.

"I remember that this kind of magic stimulates the body to speed up self-healing, and the essence is to break life."

Coming out of the infirmary, Bi Ze said quietly, trying to summon Omer's guilt.

But there is nothing that cannot be called, and Omer said coldly: "It's the same to let the body recover on its own, it's just that you won't be hungry so quickly." Instead of saying this, you might as well think about how to face Grey when you turn around, I feel that girl hasn't taken the yellow joke much. ”

"Alas, it's true, but people don't stay for long, and today's class is either brushing the questions and doing the papers by myself or the teacher explains, so I'm cheeky and over."

What ostriches...

"Don't you like that girl?" Omo still remembers that Bi Ze was a little at a loss when he first met Gray, like a panicked fan who had been chasing stars for many years and suddenly saw a star, and he didn't have the ease to communicate with the rest of his class.

Even the funny joke in front of Omer couldn't be played.

In the end, it seems that he decided to make a move and got it wrong.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a rout step by step, but it is not ruled out that the other party's Lu Ziye wants to take the key to the front.

First attract attention with a bad impression and then slowly figure it out or something, Omer himself has no emotional experience, and he has no expectations for love, but he has also read some comics, played some games, and knows a little.

It stands to reason that what is learned in the virtual work is difficult to say that it can be used as a reference, and it is unlikely that it will come true, but Omer is a person who believes in possibilities, and believes that the world is so big that maybe there is somewhere that can restore the plot of a comic book or a game.

A cautious man seldom speaks to death, and he is such a cautious person.

"I thought about it," Blazer, who had not yet known that Omer had already thought in his mind that he could take a few steps, neither denied nor agreed, as if he were talking about something else, "maybe her companion here, the one who came to pick him up, could be Ermelo II." ”

"Someone you know unilaterally?" Bi Ze asked, his eyes swept over the classroom in the distance, raised his face, and gestured in the direction of the tall man standing at the door, "Is that the one?" ”

Tall and tall, with a vegetable-like face, he seems to lack rest, and at the same time, there are problems ranging from poor food and gastrointestinal problems.

Omer suspects the latter.

However, if you don't talk about the complexion, but only the appearance, this is a long-haired pool noodle that can attract the attention of many female students, especially the mature temperament created with a straight suit is even more irresistible for these JK.

The man's mere standing there was a unique sight, especially since the cigar he was holding between his fingers had been snatched away by a teacher, and the whole person bowed his head slightly to accept the fall, which made many male students feel very happy.

Ormer wasn't one of them, he cared about the label 'raw face'.

At this time, the first thing that comes to mind when you see a new face at the door of the classroom is that you will also come to pick up the visitors.

"Ah, yes," Bi Ze stopped slightly when he saw the man, as if he didn't intend to go up and talk, "I'm quite right." ”

"This pair?" Seeing him stop, Omer simply stopped to look at the two people who had joined Gray and walked directly towards the staircase, "They don't look like a couple. ”

"Maybe it's just a teacher and student now, but maybe, if you want to say it in the future, it's not certain," Bi Ze took a new step and deliberately walked towards the staircase opposite the pair of teachers and students, "but I'm quite looking forward to seeing if the other people they know have also crossed over." ”

"It's hard to understand your train of thought."

Omerxin said that this sounds a bit like a love comic addict, but if you want to talk too much, you will lose, so it's better not to say it.

"It's not necessary to understand..."Bi Ze was helpless, he really didn't want to say anything 'they are all characters in the comics he chased', everyone is in front of him, there is no need to mention the statement of the paper man, just treat it as a one-sided acquaintance.

Although this makes it seem that he behaves more and more strangely.

"It's okay, I can see that you don't want to answer, so don't mention it, I don't care."

“…… Are you the King of the Burning Sea? Bi Ze was a little touched and a little speechless.

"That's definitely not as good as that."

As he spoke, Ormer ascended the steps of the target floor, and the bell rang at that time, causing him to quicken his pace slightly.

He was always so sensitive to time that Bi Ze, who was already lazy, had to speed up his pace to keep up, and after stepping into the classroom and taking a seat, he handed Bi Ze another page to read.

On the paper was a thank you and goodbye, apparently from the hooded girl with gray-green eyes.

Bi Ze's eyes were fixed, perhaps imagining the other party sitting at the table and writing these English words, and after a few seconds, he turned over the paper and saw a string of numbers written on the back.

"She hasn't gotten an official certificate yet, and the contact information should be her companion's." Omer said softly, because the classroom teacher of this class had already stepped up to the podium, which made it difficult for the two of them to talk to each other.

After all, they are neither at the same table, nor do they have the spare time to sit by the window in the back row, nor do they have the lights in the first row.

Fortunately, in this class, the writing brushes and reading are self-study, which makes it convenient for Omer to throw a note over.

[I'm going to write one down, and I suggest you write one down too, after all...] Omer didn't say anything else, only said, [The head teacher said that her belonging is the clock tower is in charge, and it's a good thing to have a good relationship with that organization.] 】

Bi Ze nodded and put away the page, and Omer also paid attention to the chip in his head, and after confirming the number, he honestly took out the test paper and began to brush the questions.

The next two days were very stable, except for netizen Keliff did pay to buy those Mewtwo, there was nothing that could occupy Omer's memory, and the Sirius symbol did not appear in the subway again, and it should be just a whim for such a successful character to come to the subway.

And Bi Ze has returned to his old appearance of being easy to pull blood pressure.

After brushing the questions, lecturing the questions, changing the questions, and taking the physical examination simply and quickly, Omer sat in the examination room with a pencil case.

Glancing at the instruments placed in front of and behind the examination room that were directly used to shield the chips, as well as the vigilant robots floating in the air, Omer began to observe the other candidates around him in boredom.

The college entrance examination is an important part of the education system of the Holy Terra Federation, although it is based on the same question bank to select topics, but the actual test method and the design of the examination room are 'their own national conditions!' ’。

For example, the Canaan City College Entrance Examination once launched a cool immersive infiltration into the examination room, where the examiner selects the map of the examination room, scatters the exam questions everywhere and turns them into monsters, allowing candidates to break through with words and strokes - once caused heated discussions.

This is Jiemen District, not Canaan City.

The examination room in which Omer was in was the same as the classroom he had been in.

The most ordinary written test, the most ordinary examination room, the only thing that is not ordinary is the candidates:

Gnomes, demons, horse girls, elves, and people who can't tell if they're alien or simply have been transformed so they have dog ears, cat ears, sheep's horns, etc.

There are a total of thirty strange gatherings, but they are not even half of the common races of the Holy Terra Federation, and they all have an extremely solemn and even heavy atmosphere.

The college entrance examination will determine their future, or they will be admitted to the university of their choice, or they will go straight to the melting pot of society, even if the policy of Terra's Heart is enough for a person to live as a rice worm, how can they be willing to sit here with such thoughts?

They obviously have goals, even ideals and dreams.

It's just that dreams of this kind of thing, if it come true, it is the brilliance of the world's hearts, and it is a gem that cannot be concealed by anything, and it is produced in the hearts of people.

But its more common state is shattering.

The gems that he saw in Omer's eyes at the moment were either dusty pearls, or full of cracks, or even cracks, and those were where the solemn and even heavy atmosphere lies.

It was so thick that it seemed to cover the entire exam room, and it made Omer feel as if he had half a foot in the list of losers.

Is that bad luck?

I also feel that my mock test and brushing results are good......

Even before leaving, he stopped Morrison's poisonous milk who was ready to wish him a smooth college entrance examination, and he even felt in excellent condition when he set off.

But now, with his ever-excellent perception and insight, he had seen the decay of the examination room, like some kind of nameless fog that was constantly spreading and engulfing people's hearts, and made Omer feel that all the confidence in his heart would be taken away from him.

What a wreath of iniquity! Will this spiritual sense go missing on the first day of going to the archaeology department?

Or go to the reporting door, isn't it also promising to specialize in Qi Magic?

Omer held the pen in his hand and took a stance, watching the scrolls of paper passed backwards in front of him, thinking wildly, and the state table shifted slightly towards the non-alignment.

Fortunately, the test papers sent in front of him made him focus on reality, and the notice broadcast in the room and the reminder of the examiner also made the candidates who were also cranky and focused on the trials in their hands that would determine where to go next.

This is a trial, a trial from the past, and the answers that are on the paper at this moment will reflect what each candidate has done in the past.

It was also at this point that Omer remembered that he had studied horse racing countless times in the past.

He pays attention to every horse racer who can attract his attention with her performance, speed, and speech, and then asks all the information that the horse racer can find to confirm whether she will still be successful in the future.

He wasn't thinking about the failures, but about the successes that had gone on to come one after the other, especially the boo-inducing and rain-downing arenas.

There are also dreams that have never given up in that kind of race, and every time he studies the racing state of those horse racing girls, he has already approached their hearts eager to win.

And the reason why he can be sure of their success is precisely because he has seen the gem that is gradually shining brightly.

When he thought of this, he understood.

The law of victory, he had already seen.

Omer. Linton, it's a great tune.

The brushstrokes are calm and steady, only the brown eyes, the blood light driven by the desire to win flicker.