"Excuse me, is it a Linton trainer?"

"It's me."

“…… I just saw Miss Chiaki too? ”

"Yes, she'll find a darker place to sit."

"Huh? It's a cloudy and overcast day. ”

"But maybe there's something that's too harsh, especially here."

The deep voice replied softly, and the helmet hung down, as if looking at the sunglasses in his hand.

Why do you wear sunglasses?

In contrast to the iron hands that were wrapped in metal several times, the sunglasses were as small as toys, which made the reins of Junchuan who came to register a little speechless.

She wasn't going to ask Trainer Linton why he was dressed like this, after all, the glowing eye lenses and the glow from the armor joints were conspicuous enough.

According to the Traison information that Ormo himself integrated, the existence of this academy with the most information, and the inhuman ones such as the three goddesses and AI should be Rudolph, Teacher Erie Digital, Miss Junkawa and Teacher Daito.

Among them, Digital Teacher and Miss Tsurukawa are tied for second place.

The extreme of hobby and the ultimate of work are really indistinguishable.

Of course, no matter how rich the information is, it is still not possible to cultivate the corresponding thinking logic.

Although the reins of Tsurukawa could see the reason for Omer's outfit, he could not discern the cause and effect from Omer's undisguised physical evidence, and only handed over the document he was holding in his hand, looking at his finger with some concern.

"Can you sign that?"

She had informed Omer in an official letter that the absence of the school selection competition would affect the evaluation, which naturally meant that the selection competition would have a similar roll call rule - it was the trainer roster in her hand that decided this.

It turned out to be paper!

It was even handwritten!

It can only be said that it is very much in line with Omer's imagination of the Far East scum after going to the archives.

"Do I have to sign in person? I mean, can't I sign on behalf of my own will? ”

After all, from the perspective of source energy contract, the signature of the parties has the effect of being related to the soul and existence.

As a half-demon who came out of the Demon Realm, Omer is certainly aware of this set of devilish theories.

In the same way, he is aware that this set of rules is applied to many document contracts, and it can even be said that the reason why paper documents have not been completely replaced by electronic documents so far, in addition to confidentiality, is that electronic contracts require special technology to give source energy effect.

And that technology is not open source and public, and it is not so easy to crack.

However, according to this theory, it is only necessary to connect a few additional treaties that require the consent of both parties to make the name signed by the parties entrusted.

The official documents of the central trainer had apparently been treated in this way—something Omer knew well at the time, but other than that, especially on the stack of lists in front of him, he didn't feel the slightest 'sulfur smell' of his pure-bloods.

In the final analysis, it is difficult to tolerate the devil's tricks when even fraud is not enough to constitute a clause.

Fraud is not lying, lying is fiction that does not exist from reality, and fraud is another technique.

The wording of the soul is hidden, the declaration of self-betrayal is constructed between the lines, the devil's contract is established with these technologies, and when the aliens try to parse their technology and give that coercive power to the general terms, they have to face the almost binding nature.

That's why this technology is so rare and so difficult to crack.

It only appears in some very formal signings involving large corporations and organizations – a reminder to check the content of the treaty carefully.

"Well, we don't want to start this in general."

"I'm sorry Miss Sunkawa."

"Hm...... Linton trainers are really, only once! ”

"Thank you very much."

Only at such times will Omer put on an expression that could not be more extreme.

Then he watched the latter, after looking at his back, chest and knees, sighed, and when he turned to squat down on his own, he immediately squatted down and picked up the briefcase on the side again:

"Put it on top of this."

To be honest, he felt that holding his palm steady was enough to sign, but Miss Junchuan clearly had a subtle self-demand.

For example, the signature must be signed neatly enough or something...... But when Omer looked at her beautiful and concise writing in Bode, he sighed that it wasn't very regular.

After all, this is the secretary hand, a unique glyph composed of fluent but difficult to understand short words, which originated more than 2,000 years ago and was used by a large number of middle- and lower-class clerical personnel in the West.

It's very efficient, but it requires specialized training to write or read.

and Dongyan's medical body word a road number.

At a glance, he knew who signed it, so that Omo couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Miss Junchuan wants to ignore this and maintain justice, at least learn to disguise her handwriting, right? It is clear that most of the ordinary signature documents on weekdays are almost in the same neat and regular manner.

It's not hard to imitate.

And for some documents and signatures with special significance, he will leave the two strokes that really belong to him, without concealing them, like claw marks.

But the other party signed for you, and you blame her for not signing it or anything...... Omo knew that this kind of thing could only be said to Bi Ze and Sunday Tranquility, and when he saw the other party lifting the list from his stable briefcase, he thanked him honestly again.

"Good work."

"I still think that Linton trainers are working harder, and are you going to take that kid out today?"

"It can be handled remotely, and there is no need to communicate with Renlong at present."

Or he can himself, relying on the homology of the Renlong card, and forcefully occupy the line to carry out a wave of window shaking, and the other party has to take it if he doesn't want to take it.

But the price may be the Tianchi tsunami.

Although he can't rush off the screen, it's better not to cause trouble for Miss Adele and them.

"Well, even so, the Linton trainer should not be signed and disappear."

"No, I was in full attendance in high school, but I haven't had time to enjoy the strange schedule of college."

"Ah, I'm sorry."

"It's not worth apologizing, and it's fun to watch some of my classmates struggle after college."

"Ahaha... Then it's time for me to look for the other trainers, and I'll see you later, Linton Trainers. ”

"Goodbye, Miss Sunkawa."

"By the way, Trainer Linton," Miss Junchuan, who had said goodbye but suddenly turned back after taking a few steps, looked at Omer with a subtle expression, "There will be many people from outside the training ground today, mostly media people and horse lovers, please be careful not to be seen by them." ”

"I was able to find you because some trainers and horse girls reported that there was an unidentified armored warrior standing here, probably with the intention of asking me to negotiate and drive you away."

"I can retreat and hide in the jungle."

"Uh... Then you don't need to. ”

It's hard to imagine how frightened some sharp-eyed people would be when they saw the hidden armored warriors in the jungle, and the reins of Tsurukawa were about to sweat in their hearts.

"You just have to watch out for the strangers, and I remember you always rejecting the public news."

"Thanks for the reminder."

"No thanks."

Nodding, this time the reins of Tsurukawa left without looking back, and Omo was finally able to take another sip of his coffee cup, and then looked at the crazy emoji sent to him by the representative of Chiaki flashing on the light screen.

He continued to sip on his coffee indifferently, scrolling through the Umastagram forums by the way.

The Changbai Mountain expedition team has not yet sent a communication invitation, and his projection machine buried in the forest behind him is not in a hurry to turn on.

First like the dynamics of the watchlist, and then like the related topics again, and see the dynamic check-in of #Appreciate the horse racing lady# and habitually like it, and then see someone forwarding #Treson Training Ground surprised beetle armor#, and the action suddenly stopped.

He began to close the lid of his cup, picked up his briefcase, and headed to the forest in the back.

Transfer transfer, transfer quickly.

His vigilance was right, and if he took a few steps slower, he would be noticed by sharp-eyed investigators.

Then you will fall into the dilemma of being surrounded by many things.

And among them, there will be a certain Coser who wants to 'go to the police' and doesn't understand the rules, and the princess of the house circle (praise) who is not allowed to go out of the horse girl in the realm of the horse racing lady has nothing to do with Cos.

The monster hunter Coser who destroys the atmosphere of the beautiful house circle of the horse racing mother, expands the list of police!