CHAPTER 577 NO.160 THE SOLUTION SHE THOUGHT OF

  No doubt, no surprise.

  The boy walked silently on the street, and his heart was extremely calm.

  The streets of the industrial area have always been sparsely populated by pedestrians, like ant colonies residing in anthills, and even during breaks, they are always present among the high-rise buildings on all sides.

  Therefore, the scenery along the way is empty and monotonous, and even if the projection device that simulates greening is enabled, the green cannot bring people a relaxing freshness.

  But the girl who walked in front of her happily walked and stopped, so innocent that even the green projection could arouse her interest, and then took out her mobile phone and 'clicked'.

  She found a perhaps nice angle, stored the South American-style greenery with her in the electronically quantified data, and then turned her head to look at the projections of the other greenery.

  The footsteps of the little leather shoes clattered, and the gray tail shook briskly behind him.

  It is clearly in the virtual image of the steel jungle that has no temperature to speak of, but it acts as if he is stepping into a natural suburb, and seems to ignore the young man behind him.

  Even if the boy was staring at her.

  This so-called outing was like a solitary distraction, and she did not speak to Omer from beginning to end.

  The two of them were like strangers who happened to be on the same road, and after walking out of the meal, they said goodbye to the others for a while, and then walked on the same road at their own pace.

  It has the same level of quietness and patience.

  But compared to the real whimsy who didn't seem to be boring, Omer obviously had a lot more to do, just following the other party not far away, watching her every move.

  Zhen Jiling, 14 years old, birthday on March 31, a third-year junior high school horse racing mother, has excellent results in short-distance simulations, and has been invited by many trainers but is still independent.

  With 1.37 million followers on Umastagram, it's no wonder for her reserved and disciplined personality, and she knows everything about her charms...... Orman pondered what he knew about her.

  There's a lot of content, a lot of scope, but it's all scattered stuff with little continuity.

  A junior high school student who has no trainer and has not yet reached the age of debut, there is no need to rush to designate someone to be the trainer, let alone the other party has expressed that he does not like him.

  Omer believed in the truth of that statement.

  A girl who is good at grasping her own charm about disguise naturally won't like a man who will destroy everything she has created, no matter what happens, it is extremely poor in terms of physiognomy alone.

  But if it is aimed at the schedule of the three of Café, Speed, and Bourbon, it is obviously too early, and there are no statements or hints about skipping grades in Zhenjiling's recent tweets and related intelligence.

  She didn't need to come to inquire about the enemy, and she wouldn't do so.

  It is precisely because she grasps her charm that she knows where to use it, and she has her own pride and reserve.

  So......

  "Miss Clever Girl."

  As he watched as the other party walked past the last projection of data, and the phone that was only meant to embellish the gesture gradually drooped, he finally spoke, breaking the long silence.

  And the girl looked back when she heard this, and responded with a smile: "Hey! The real machine is here~☆"

  Her ears on the top of her head shook slightly, the mobile phone in her hand was slightly oblique, and when she turned her back again, she looked really playful and cute, which made Omer smile and speak softly:

  "Can you tell me the purpose of your trip?"

  "I don't think you have a good impression of me, and even a little dissatisfied, so why do you bother to look at the thatched house like this?"

  "That's not what happened," said the real wit, smiling as she leaned over her back and approached step by step, "Karen is just still a little curious about the trainer, or rather Mr. Omer. ”

  "If it's just some pompous reports, it's not worth paying too much attention to."

  "No, isn't it," the girl stood in front of the boy and looked up at Omer, "Does Mr. Omer remember Karen's rhetorical question last time?" ”

  "Fuchu Racecourse four years ago?"

  "Well, I didn't expect Mr. Omer to remember."

  "In terms of short-term memory, chip holders can be said to have a lot of experience."

  The "chip ......" girl seemed to be very concerned about this and hung her head, even sliding her fingers over the pink phone case.

  Omer looked up at the sky that had already rained long ago.

  The clouds were still cutting through the sun, which was uncomfortable to look at and brought the heat that is often present at this season.

  But still in the shadow of the clouds that were a line away, the real wit hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Mr. Omer, may I ask you a question?" ”

  "Yes."

  "You... What do you think of the Far Easterners? ”

  “？”

  Rao is Omer's mind has been assembling all kinds of conjectures, and the question is still a little beyond his expectations, almost like some kind of secret key policy, not like a question that a 14-year-old girl would ask.

  "That is, from the social level to the personal level, what do you think about the Far Easterners?"

  This is the straightforward key politics start, what kind of trick is this?

  Miss Clever wants to gather my political stance to play hard?

  Omer hesitated to make up something casually, but looking at the other party's eyes, which were still bright in the shadows, he sighed in his heart, and then said:

  "Lonely."

  "The people of the extreme east, who advocate the construction of the entire social machine with every resident as a part, are in essence completely lonely."

  "Each of us is separated from each other, and there are very thick barriers by nature, except for a very few people."

  "That's my answer, I'm afraid it won't please you."

  He looked at the real wit with his head down, thinking about whether saying these words to an extreme easterner was tantamount to pointing at his face and scolding, and the other party was still Ma Niang, who had the potential to pay attention to all along.

  But that's it, the other party doesn't have a good impression of himself, and in the final analysis, he is also a mirror, and he can give a score to the girl's cuteness far more pertinent than others.

  What happened to the mirror that told some truths that were too unpleasant?

  Ormo wasn't sure, there were always many versions of fairy tales, but he was only sure that the words weren't anything to the real whim, after all......

  People who can gain millions of followers just by being cute will only understand all of this better.

  After all, Umastagram doesn't limit the place of birth.

  And this kind of entanglement didn't take too long, but in a few seconds, he had already heard the other party's answer:

  "No, that's actually very satisfying to Karen."

  She said with a smile as always, and walked out to the side of Omer, into the sunlight that the young girls were supposed to avoid, and then lifted her phone and shook slightly:

  "Mr. Omer, would you like to take a group picture? The sun is just right~"

  "Yes."

  Omer replied calmly, watching her move closer to her raised phone, and then being slightly startled.

  Because of the mobile phone screen held high, the mode of recording instead of taking pictures is clearly displayed.

  "Then ~ record the record, it's Mr. Omer who is hard for Karen to like~!"

  The girl reflected on the screen blinked secretly, and the contrast between the soft and gentle words and the content made him a little stunned.

  Because of his rare failure to distinguish the other party's true intentions, he only felt a logical contradiction.

  And the short photography ended in his astonishment, he watched the girl who hung down her hand slowly and methodically named Fang Cai's video preservation, and ordered the logo of 'おbrotherちゃん', and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

  Even in the 'brother' version in the context of the Far East, this logo is a particularly eye-catching category, after all, otaku are particularly fond of it, and it is indeed suitable for the account route of the real machine.

  "Someone used to tell Karen that she had to go to a brother or sister or something like that."

  The girl who had been saved like this looked sideways and naturally explained, "If it was against this kind of character, Karen would be forgiven even if she was found to be pretending to be cute, right?"

  "I see," Omer smiled helplessly, and even applauded him lightly, "Is this considered a bug that you are stuck?" ”

  The innocence and cuteness of the real machine are all built on a layer of flawless eggshells, and her self-esteem and self-confidence also complement each other, and she is the pride of a person who can master the charm as she wishes.

  But once someone can see this disguise, everything she has created can be ruined by that person.

  This has always been something that Omo has always puzzled, and the real machine should have stayed away from him, and even acted more impulsively and nervously, so that he would not tell the 'truth' with the account with more and more fans.

  But this is the second time she has come in person.

  Before the first time, she confessed that she had heard rumors that 'Omer had a pair of terrifying eyes' - it was also a presumptuous contact, and Omer only thought that the other party was still a child after all.

  And this second time......

  She couldn't deny it when she got stuck with a slightly unexpected bug.

  Maybe it's to impact her missing 13-point barrier, with her proud cuteness.

  "But I might be a very angry brother." He chuckled.

  "It is, and it couldn't be more infuriating!" Really suffocated.

  There is something lovely about this appearance that makes Omer laugh.

  "Hahahaha, I see, that's really not much worse."

  And anger that is no longer pretended to be not necessarily unlovable.

  "Damn, don't laugh!"

  "Okay, okay, don't laugh, don't laugh."

  "Stinky brother, Karen is back!"

  Probably the real machine who was getting more and more flying snorted, and turned around unhappily to walk towards the way he came, but this brother shouted so naturally that it made Omer slightly stunned.

  Thinking that since the welfare home, no one has really called themselves like that.

  "Do you need to send it?"

  "No, you don't! Maruzen and Chiaki Senpai are still waiting for me! It's you, brother, no one picks it up! Go back alone!! Good bye! ”

  The girl didn't look back, and walked farther and farther, although she was still a child, she could also show a bit of the foot strength of the horse racing girl.

  But this attack is too weak.

  Omerxin said that he had been gone alone for so many years, where did he care about this, and after saying goodbye to him, he restrained his smile like the traditional culture of Dongyan Shu.

  He stood in place expressionlessly for half a minute, and after clearing his thoughts, he twisted the bridge of his nose slightly, and then took a step.

  Then while thinking about whether to go around Penguin Logistics or take a taxi home, I heard a question:

  "Why are you alone?"

  When he heard this, he turned his head sideways, and saw Grenina standing at the mouth of the alley.

  "Because someone else has a car to pick me up, I don't." He shrugged.

  These words made the other party can't help but laugh.

  "Remuel would be happy to hear from you."

  "No, I don't trust her to take the wheel."

  "So...... Is the contradiction resolved?"

  "The contradiction is deeper, it seems to be upward, but it is also falling downward.

  But it's not surprising, after all, it's the past that came to the door. ”

  "In the past, it really couldn't be helped."

  "yes."

  "yes."

  (End of chapter)