Bi Ze, who used to be able to talk to Omer about the concept of 'cherry blossom girls', is probably quite a researcher on the beauty of women.

Especially underage women.

Of course, if you say this, it is easy to send this person to the police station, but this is just telling about an aesthetic reserve.

Clever may have a lofty dream of 'making people who can't understand her cuteness impressed', but for the purpose of doing so, she just wants to use the concept of a 'magical girl' to add to her cuteness.

While she hasn't advanced to high school yet, it's still within the best shelf life of magical girls.

In this way, Bi Ze, who is already one of her 'cute' audiences, is naturally the first choice.

True fans should always understand what fans see first.

But obvious.

Halfway through the trip, he added an extra target to his actions, such as the young trainer who was quietly communicating with the Tosho Change.

"Miss Dongshang Change, doesn't she have a favorite type of magic staff?"

"I don't need it, I have my own staff, it's my grandmother's birthday present."

"It must be the most suitable partner."

"Yes! Actually, I was asked by Karen to consult with the staff, and I myself have these staff that automatically cast spells... Although I don't hate that convenience, it's the magic I master that makes me more moved, right? ”

"It's like the difference between a car's automatic stance and a manual transmission."

"Well, almost, although I don't know how to drive."

"Then it's more direct," the trainer bowed slightly, his voice still calm, giving the real machine a plausible sense of familiarity, "the power must be in your own hands." ”

"It feels... Or is there a slight deviation? "There is some hesitation in the change.

"So it's a miracle created by your own hands, and you have enough sense of accomplishment?" "That's right! That's it! ”

No, Change-chan, you're completely led by the nose like this......

The real whimsy could see that the trainer was not in a hurry, and there was no embarrassment in saying the words that did not align the topic, and it was clear that everything was in his expectations, which made her suspect that the first two answers were unnecessary pretensions.

But why did he need to do that?

He could have done it more quickly to build up the favor of Change-chan, or to stop the conversation and talk about something else, but he did it anyway.

The reason, she understands.

In order to stall for time.

Continue to talk casually with Change-chan like this to create the illusion that he is busy, to cast a wall that he will not set foot on.

And at the same time—

"Miss Clever Machine! Take a look at the built-in costume sets on display with this staff! ”

"And two sets of combinations of these two handles!"

The Dongyan man named Bi Ze was also greeting him warmly, clearly planning to back down at first, but after the trainer mentioned it on his behalf, he seemed to have regained his initial enthusiasm and confidence.

was even a little more talented than then, and the few recommendations she gave made her more or less moved.

It can be said that this gentleman has some insight into the way of 'cuteness'.

It was this kind of cooperation of the wall + pulling that gave the real machine little chance to talk to Omer again, but as far as Ommer's observations from time to time were concerned, the gray-haired little girl did not know how difficult it was to retreat.

From time to time, she looked over here, staring at the situation.

Perhaps the difficulty of her own shaping provokes the opponent's antagonism, or does she see it as a mutual assessment?

Omer was a little puzzled, but he knew he didn't have much time to hang out here.

The magic dragon from the Hall of Origin could send a contact at any time, maybe half an hour later, or ten minutes later, or even in the next second, and he had to be ready to be absent first.

Like at this moment.

Bi Ze led the Miss True Machine to the stage of the staff trial session, and he and Dongshang Reform were supposed to go to the back of the stage together as companions, but they were suddenly greeted by two uniformed men and women: "Is it Mr. Linton?" ”

This caused the other three to look back at Omer with an unsurprised expression.

"Bi Ze, take care of the two, or rather, take care of Bi Ze."

A young but adult male, and two young but racing women.

It's really hard to say who takes care of whom.

Even if the latter are just two junior high school students who are about to enter high school, they are not weak girls.

That's why there is such a strange entrustment.

At this time, the female staff looked at Bi Ze and the two horse girls and asked, "Are they your companions?" We'll have a colleague take care of you. ”

"Not necessarily, just treat it as a normal guest," Omer smiled helplessly, and then beckoned to the three of them, "So... I'll be absent for a while. ”

"Huh!"

Bi Ze also subconsciously raised his hand to greet him, but the real machine on the side interrupted at this time: "Mr. Bi, Kalian is going to take care of you next, what the trainer said should mean that there will be danger later, right?" ”

"That might too... Polite words or something," Seeing that the girl leaned slightly, looking forward to herself with a smile behind her back, Bi Ze, who wanted to refute a sentence or two with his understanding of his good brother, still had a smile on his face that lacked self-awareness, "No problem!" I'm sure I'll be able to protect both! ”

He didn't forget to greet the little witch who had been chatting with Omer, and didn't ignore her because the other party didn't communicate with him much.

After all, it's a DD who pushes a lot of horse racing girls.

But do you want to hear what you're talking about?

If Ormer was still here, he would probably complain about him looking at the mages around him who were far more qualified than him.

But he's not here.

He was following the two guides towards the depths of the exhibition, walking for about five minutes.

Those two leaders seemed to have a high status, and they could make the other staff members bow silently, and they also attracted the curious eyes of many warlocks and mages.

Omer greeted those eyes, and at the same time, his eyes lingered on those display cases, as if he was remembering and satisfying his interest in these things.

Wizards, Magic Staffs, the crystallization of modern spellcasters.

All of them have extremely creative shapes, and they exude strong spell fluctuations.

Swords, hair accessories, earrings, and even metal objects such as eyebrow studs, nose studs, sharp horns, and prosthetic limbs all work together to show what the caster sees as a staff—or what a casting medium can be.

At this point, most of the exhibits have nothing to do with magic technology, and in the exhibit area further back, the short sticks in the more convergent standby state have brought the key theme back on track.

They are all magic wands waiting to be activated and extended into a true staff form.

It was also at this time that the two staff members who led the way stopped, and Omer behind him also stopped, standing in the deepest part of the exhibition, which was also considered to be the edge of the exhibition, and looked into the distance with their gaze.

There, there were four people standing, a human woman with black hair and red clothes, a cat-eared woman with brown hair and a red coat, a dragon horn woman with long light blonde hair, and a tall dragon horn man with blonde hair and black clothes.

They were discussing something in front of a large projection with a series of patterns and mathematical formulas that at first glance were unrelated.

"Manager, the guest has been brought."

The discussion was interrupted by this sentence, and all four of them immediately turned their heads to see that the three women had similar doubts on their faces, only the tall man's eyes lit up, and after saying a little to the three women, he walked forward quickly:

"Welcome, my friend, um," he was silent again, turning his head to look at the two women behind him who were talking to herself, and the other woman with dragon horns staring at him, and then turned back to ask Ommer, "What do you call it?" ”

"Linton, Mr. Manager." Omer said calmly.

"Well, then call me manager first, or ......" He lifted the inhuman claws under his cuffs and pointed to the nameplate on his chest with his index finger.

【Xingjialai】

【Position: Product Manager】

【Honglong Staff Co., Ltd.】

Omer bowed slightly, signaling understanding.

Although the gang of people in the Hall of Origin are known by code names, this netizen with a successful career is obviously reluctant to be called that code name on this occasion.

Or do you simply feel a little ashamed of that title?

Dragons should have a different perspective than humans, and Omer didn't think that was very likely.

"It's okay if you wait, right? A few minutes, just a few minutes," Xingjialai asked in a consultative tone, and spoke like an old teacher in the academy, "I'll come after talking to them about the principles of that set of spells, or you can also listen to them if you are interested." ”

Glancing at the projection board, Omer immediately raised his hand:

"Go ahead and leave me alone."

I can't even read it, let alone listen to it.

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and reached into his pocket.

By the time the star had nodded in response, turning back to reunite with the unilateral familiar women, Omer's eyes had already surfaced a slight convergence of fine lines like a circuit board.

If Miss Yu, who had a high-intensity match with Galatron, was here, she would have recognized the pattern that resembled the red core of Galatron's chest after it was activated.

【Galatron Monster Card】

【Core Scan】

With such an eyeball, he cast his gaze on the projection board again, and in the next second, rows of words stretched and expanded in front of his eyes, occupying his entire line of sight in an instant.

It also made the brain embedded chip that had been silent for too long give a warning.

[Warning, warning, abnormal information influx detected, processing]

The next second, he felt that his head was hot, and he couldn't help but recite a freezing spell to himself.

"Manager Xingjialai, have you finished dealing with it?"

"I can only ask the guest to wait a moment, and I'll tell you about this part of the magic cycle again-" But your guest froze himself. ”

“？”

The computer desk hadn't come for a day, and there was a lot of talk about boating and drawing cards, and I just thought they were noisy.

When they pulled out the big brother and put it on the stage, I thought the big brother was noisy again.

They were all noisy

- Mogami River