"Can you close the door?"

Omer who said this has actually thrown out the soundproof barrier.

The endless JK talk was a real distraction for him.

There are two types of interesting objects to observe: books, which can be used to increase knowledge and knowledge, and comic books, which are purely entertaining and used for visual stimulation.

JK's topics are often in between, some gossip that can sift out some information, some nourishing but energizing sworn friends' conversations, and some indecent personal or other people's privacy, these things are mixed together, and often jump, like online conversations, making Omer lament once again that women's minds are difficult to understand, especially female high school students.

Of course, if these conversations are his D-owned Ma Niang, it is also a kind of 'respect'.

But unfortunately, even after careful selection, the number of new students in Central Traison is three or four thousand per year - which is actually very small for a school with three stages of junior high school, high school, and university in this era.

But the challenge is too high for the ability of the Ormo D.

There are still a lot of them in the school, and he is not familiar with them, but they are just horse racing girls who have swept the roster.

These horse girls are quite strange to him, and there are no fan filters, but he feels that they are very similar to most JKs.

And a certain woman who has long left the ranks of JK, not only has some secret industries, but also a woman who is a URA official.

After bringing the door out of the door, he dragged a seat nearby and sat down, highlighting a concise and rough, and even more unceremoniously:

"Isn't the café out of school yet?"

"You might as well see for yourself."

Omer, who had already turned his head and looked at the terminal's light screen again, glanced twice and then turned his attention to the trainer's chat room.

"As long as you turn into a spirit, this kind of thing is easy, and there is no design for detecting spirits in Traison's classroom."

Omo said lightly, with the level of tranquility beside the café on Sunday, it is not difficult to imagine that this person was always by the other party's side in the past class.

But it didn't matter, at least he didn't care too much, and he didn't see Tranquility's reaction as he said this, just swiping through the chat room's records.

From the beginning of the meeting to the present, if you don't pay attention to it, you will have more than 100 unread messages.

These records are full of the imagination of the predecessors for the future of the race, there is no shortage of optimistic and pessimistic discussions, and some of them claim that their uncles have obtained first-hand information about the restructuring, and they are simulating and predicting the distance and track changes of each G-class competition system.

The real and the fake are mixed together, and they have little practical value, but it makes it difficult for him to look away.

I'm sure these trainers are the same.

He could see that Narita Hakuren's trainer Ayaka Sushida had also spoken, and he could also see the professional tone of Yutaka Nishizaki in the record, and even the Kananon, who had been playing tricks and funny in the chat room, was also very careful to talk about the standards that the Dream Cup might have.

In addition, there are many 'fresh faces', belonging to the special diving party who usually stay in the chat room and are silent, and even Omer has never seen and spoken once, all of which appear in the speech record.

This is probably the first time that this chat room has been so lively, and it is also the first time that it is so much like a 'professional' chat room.

All of them showed their own vision and experience, even if they were sensible and knew that such exchanges were of little practical significance, and that there would be very little useful content at that time, and they were all very serious and intense discussions.

I can't contain the restlessness and restlessness in my heart.

This is the attitude of the best in the industry, and the recent increase in examples is daunting, but beyond that, it is the desire to win.

Some people even set their sights directly on the 'Dream Cup', thinking about what kind of data the Dream Cup, which is always several times higher than the distance of ordinary events, will be judged by such standards.

Someone longs for the strongest.

In the strongest field, can you and the horse racing lady you have cultivated come out on top.

In these strongest three years, there are not only dreams such as the Dream Cup, but also changes like the restructuring of the event, and countless trainers who are based on the center have risen that desire from their hearts, rooted in their obvious or obscure pride, and then germinated from their hearts and bone marrow, becoming an 'itch' covering the whole body.

This feeling can only be described as 'itchy'.

It floats on the surface, but it is difficult to disappear, as if it is deep under the flesh.

Some people package it as a dream, others shape it as a sin, but in Omer's evaluation, he will only call it a 'desire'.

That's what you use to fight loneliness, and it's what makes you pursue something and no longer be confused.

It is the deepest desire, the wisdom that makes one possess sin, one possesses the soul.

Make people human.

He actually couldn't wait to tell the three girls under him about this, but just like Tranquility asked on Sunday, it was far from school time, although the bell had just rang.

His news at this time can certainly allow the three girls to share the hesitation and the desire for the 'fastest' and 'strongest' after the hesitation, and it can also make them be named by the teacher, bringing a happy atmosphere to the class.

It is not difficult to imagine such a situation for a trainer who knows the personalities of the three subordinates well.

So he showed twelve points of patience.

But alas, the other person in this room does not have this patience.

There was a dull thud as the other man pressed a shoe on Omer's seat and kick.

This kick didn't make much effort, so that the latter was still sitting firmly, but he raised his head slightly, and saw the black-haired horse girl with a shooting star in front of his forehead glaring fiercely: "What kind of spirit!" When you meet the old lady in the conference room, can you still find out that the old lady is an entity? ”

Indeed it is.

The Sunday Tranquility that appeared on campus today was unusual, not only dressed in formal clothes, wearing the URA logo, but also appearing as a living horse lady, which made Omo a little worried.

"Rumors that you're going to cause some trouble for the café like this, right?"

"Huh?"

"It's like a doppelganger or something, maybe someone will spread the weird talk about two Manchester City cafes in the school."

As a strange statement that 'there are evil ghosts lurking in the junior high school teaching building' that will still be mentioned on the forum after two months, Omer's words are naturally very convincing.

In this regard, Sunday Tranquility only felt a headache: "I didn't want to come here today!" Everywhere there are guys I don't want to see! ”

"It's everywhere, but it feels like it's only four, right?" Omer said lightly.

"You!" was a little relaxed and stared at the other party again, and Zhou Jing even grabbed the other party's collar, and the whole face was even closer and said angrily, "Don't look at me with your eyes!" ”

"It's a bit of a strong man's errand, can I still label my retina to block Sunday tranquility?"

Close enough to almost feel the snort, it was Omer's expressionless gaze.

Among Omer's acquaintances, there are not many Ma Niang who can't make him blush and heartbeat even if he gets closer, and Sunday is one of them.

This woman has clearly been an adult for a long time, and she will be older than him in any case.

But he is still like a child, young, impulsive, and always rejects everything except blood relatives.

Omer, who had heard of the mature side of the other party from the tearoom, was tempted to say that it was probably a child's filter, but in the room where he had not been sitting for a long time, the committee members had a few brief speeches on Sunday, and each time they seemed so rational, so capable, with a bit of bureaucratic instinct.

It made him sigh.

Her rationality and behavior are like two parallel straight lines, and her maturity and stability in formal occasions do not prevent her from showing her mania and resentment towards Omer, like a wild cat that is sensitive to the slightest touch of Omer, roaring and dancing her teeth and claws.

Some people's uneasiness is so deep that it is only discovered when they sleep, so that they attract the love of their colleagues.

Some people's uneasiness is so obvious that they are as difficult to get along with as a hedgehog, and even intimate contact with them does not allow him to grasp the slightest charm of women.

Ah, no, but I can smell a little mixed perfume and a little shampoo.

But this may not be counted as part of the feminine charm.

After all, there are no restrictions on women who use perfume these days, and shampooing is the basic health construction of everyone.

"Anyway! Don't peek into my heart! ”

This wanted to do it but hesitated, and could only stiffen her mouth, which made Omer sigh at this kind of naïve adult sorrow, especially since she looked so similar to the child she admired.

"It's like I have a mind reader."

"Is that any different from mind-reading!"

"The difference is huge, of course, just like maybe you don't want to see more than four people, if I have the ability to read minds, I don't have to use uncertain ones - you might as well calm down."

Looking at the darkness in his hand, almost turning into a spiky silhouette, Omer sighed.

Wouldn't this kind of obvious feedback make your boundaries clearer?

"What are you sighing for!"

The hand that tightened the neckline added a bit of strength, so that Omo couldn't help but sigh Fortunately, he was wearing a suit reimbursed by the Jiemen District Chief Police Station today, and the quality was indeed guaranteed, so that it would not be easily torn in the pull of the adult horse lady.

"Sigh it's still class time, with the character of the kid in the café, maybe I'll come here to visit in the next second-"

“… Friend? ”

"Now let go of your hand and say we're joking, how about it?"

I didn't expect it to be the fifth.,A few days after the 10th of this month, the author may have a leave.,To get together with a few writers and friends including Brother Tian (cloudy and hidden).,Let's see it when the time comes.,Anyway, the leave won't exceed two days.,If you exceed, there will be compensation and more.。

Anyway, I'll mention it here first, so as not to be too sudden