"As a result, you didn't gain anything, except for running back and forth to exhaust yourself half to death, and you also made David's brother laugh?"

"Harvesting peace of mind is also a harvest, not to mention you see..."

Olmer pushed the terminal in hand along the tabletop, and the terminal drew a straight line and was held down by Morrison's hand, and when he let go of his hand, there was a complete projection in mid-air.

There was a horse racer with a calm expression on the side of the horse, and a companion with a stern expression on the side.

There is also a question about who they are waiting for at the bottom of the picture, and a small guess is attached.

Morrison raised his hand and wanted to draw a comment area, but saw the electric current of the five fingers raised by Omer tremble slightly, and the metal terminal immediately flew into his hand.

"Tsk, I remember the title, I'll go back and read it to you!"

Morrison smacked his lips in displeasure, determined to choke him with any possible questioning or even scolding below.

"Can you be more mature when you're over 100 years old?" Omer, who put away the terminal, pouted, and then caught a glimpse of the projection on it, his expression slightly retracted.

"Anyway, they did wait there,"

"What? Intrigued? Thinking about taking my advice back to choosing a trainer major? ”

Vampires may also be able to play the role of the mythical devil, especially with Morrison's current sinister appearance, and the evil sense of temptation and instigation also arises.

"No, I don't even know why they're looking for me."

"I really don't know?" Morrison still had that smile, and even the tone of his speech was playful, "Unexpected? ”

In contrast to this is Omer's calm indifference.

"If you miss it, you won't be able to miss it, I think today's exam status is okay, you are still going to buy me a ticket, I can take care of my luggage tonight."

"You little ghost, give me more thoughts about the hormones of puberty, such as... Well, that cyborg girl's plump curves! "It's so greasy, every time I wonder why you have a long mouth?"

"Isn't that the same for you!" Morrison only didn't want to be told by this guy who knew how to pull people's blood pressure.

"Greasy middle-aged and elderly people go to sleep after eating, and if you sleep deep enough, you don't have to get up at night to find someone to help."

"This time I recorded!" Morrison pulled a pen out of his pocket, "Who the hell shouldn't have a mouth!" ”

Then he saw that Omer was motionless, but the pen in his hand had flown out, and when he was about to grab it back, a white light flashed in front of his palm.

The obvious tingling sensation made him immediately withdraw his hand, looking at the slightly gray and black marks on it being covered in a miserable white, and then looked at Omer who was holding the recorder, and pulled the corners of his mouth:

"At the age of nineteen, I have already learned the Holy Light, and I don't dare to think about when I will be a filial son."

"Holy Light?" Omer's expression was a little subtle, "That's just a light technique, I can't study the spiritual essence of the Light." ”

What's more, he is still preparing to awaken his bloodline and become a half-demon, and the demon who learns the Holy Light is somewhat rebellious.

"Can the Luminosity be so hot?" Morrison was surprised.

"Isn't it your own problem?"

Putting the recorder back on the table, where the shared program track had been deleted, Omer picked up the utensils on the table and prepared to send them to the kitchen for cleaning.

Although the savings have increased and the quality of life has improved, the family has not hired a housekeeping robot, but bought a dishwashing machine.

You don't have to hand wash it like you did when you were a kid.

"Genetic modification makes you an artificial daywalker who is not afraid of daylight, but it only weakens the concept of the sun and erases the damage of ultraviolet rays to you," Omer looked at his adoptive father, who was not very good-looking, "Those are dead things." ”

"Spells that have been mixed with spiritual guidance still restrain you, even more so than you did before your genetic modification, and you know better than anyone else what kind of damage that bright expectation, that purifying prayer, will do to you."

You just pretended you didn't have that and didn't mention it to me... If this sentence is spoken, I am afraid that it will make the atmosphere more calm, but Omer, who doesn't really care about this matter, naturally omits it, and doesn't look at his complicated demeanor, just turns around and walks towards the kitchen.

Open the instrument, place the utensils in different categories, twist the knob, and press the button, so that you only need to wait for the vibrating instrument to be clear.

"Is this what my friends told you, or did you see it yourself?"

The voice came from the doorway, and it was Morrison leaning against the door.

The cleverness of asking questions in this gesture in order to pretend not to particularly care obviously doesn't mean much to people like Omer, but in order to dispel the other party's anxiety, he will still respond honestly:

"Neither."

Omer stared at the dishwasher and shook his head.

"I just looked at your medical checklist."

“…… It's boring, and it's gone. ”

The footsteps of slippers on the ground were indeed far away, and only then did Omer turn his head and glance at the empty doorway, a little speechless.

From being smart to this three-minute heat, and then to this level of coaxing, it is really difficult to tell who is an adult and who is a child many times.

But Omer himself is already 19 years old who can't call himself a minor, and the time spent together is even more superimposed to the point of being too lazy to complain - Omer feels that this is a very bad development.

I'm too lazy to say it, isn't it completely unsaved.

If you really ignore this guy, will you become the suspicious uncle with messy hair, dark circles under his eyes, and a wrinkled suit?

Considering that even after so many years of development, there are still people who are afraid of vampires, and at that time, there will be a situation where 'one day, he receives a call from the police station and asks him to come to the detention center to collect people', right?

Although in the end, it must have been a misunderstanding.

But it's too troublesome for this kind of thing to continue until now! At the thought of this future possibility, Omer's 'Trouble-Feared Radar' makes him go out of his way to lecture the useless adult and then spray nitrogen on the path known as 'Male Mother'.

Shaking and cold, can't Dad nag!

If there must be someone on the first page of the household register, why can't that person be me—well, Omer doesn't have that idea, unless Morrison wants to trick him into calling him dad again, then he will subconsciously 'fight back' and carry out a redistribution that dad claims.

"Ding—"

The sound of the dishwasher coming to an end made Omana's distracted gaze fall before he sighed leisurely.

What was I thinking? Isn't there too little urgency? Anyway, it's still during the college entrance examination......

After sorting out the dishes, Omer picked up the terminal, typed in the message, and informed Keliff that he had decided to step up his revision tonight, and then greeted Morrison, who was watching TV in the living room, and went to his room.

As for the luggage... Let's get ready later.

The matter of the horse racing mother, the business of new friends, and even the matter of tourist locations are put aside first, and the student's duty to focus on the review of knowledge points is not difficult for Omer.

The contemplation method, or meditation technique and meditation method, which is the basic method of source energy cultivation, are all the same anyway, they are all things that have been taught in junior high school classrooms, and they can have some effect, and like Mewtwo, they can all act as psychological adjustment techniques in a sense.

Once before going to bed can also help you sleep.

Tonight passed smoothly until the second round of assessment in the morning.

There are no more emergencies and changes, but they have not been found by reporters again, and the horse racing girls do not seem to be enthusiastic about coming to the second round.

Come to think of it, it's not enough to squat for two rounds just because of a speech, Omo is not Zhuge Liang, and they are not Liu Xuande.

However, Meipu Bourbon is in a state of no trainer, and he knows that this matter has also had a popular discussion post on the forum, talking about some otherworldly crossings and from the trainers who think they can plan for the horse racing girl with the knowledge of the mobile game called "Horse Racing Niang".

Compared with them, Bi Ze, who is also a bit on paper, is relatively good, after all, Bi Ze does not really plan to take the trainer certificate, and then copy the so-called game experience to mislead people's children.

However, no matter how you look at it, it is impossible for you to become an internal trainer who is still taking the college entrance examination, and the accumulation of professional knowledge is still insufficient, and you can't pass the procedure.

In addition to reassuring himself, Omer's pursuit yesterday was also curious about what the other party had in mind at that time.

Do you want to ask for advice from yourself? Or is there some fallacy in her guess that deserves her excitement to come and tell it in person?

It seemed that this curiosity was destined to be unsatisfying in the short term, and Omer, who was not in a hurry, bypassed the reporters who wanted to come to interview him, and found a place to make an appointment with David to wait for the rendezvous with Bizzer.

Speaking of which, after the first day of interviews, Omer should be considered a tricky familiar face to several TV reporters with major propaganda duties, and he should not go to the interview if he can not go to the interview.

But the incident of 'horse racing lady waiting in the examination room' that happened the next day also made the reporters of several other programs smell some special news.

Although through their interviews, if you do a good job, you will have the opportunity to meet the two horse racing girls again, but the other consequences of this behavior are not something that Ormer is willing to bear.

So he slipped away anyway.

The power of public opinion is still too deep for a young person to grasp.