Although we often say that reading the air is a Japanese talent, in fact, the atmosphere guides people's hearts equally.

The difference is only – whether you are immersed enough or not.

There are cases of research in psychology and in the occult field involving psychology, especially the infiltration and alienation of individuals by group atmosphere, which is a fairly long-term subject.

Recently, the incarnation of some old rulers has been active, which has directly increased the number of new directions for academic garbage.

But that's a long way off.

Returning to the topic of atmosphere, it is impossible to ignore that there are three types of people in this world who can easily break the extension of the collective will of "atmosphere".

One is the brave man known to the world.

Just like the red-haired high school student in Cuckoo Terrace who repeatedly resisted the assimilation of the will of the group, that BUG-like courage was the main reason why Gurlitt chose him.

The second is a childish/fanatic who does his own thing

These two diametrically opposed groups of people, exemplified by Remule and Lapland, are essentially their own set of rhythms. The atmosphere was an easy thing for them to tread, pointing out the emperor's new clothes and enjoying the counter-currents of the crowd.

The third category, excluding the above two, is the indifferent who have no sorrow or joy.

Even if they rely on the support of the group, they still don't care about the will of the group, they are mixed in for a more stable life, and getting rid of the group is also for a more stable life, this kind of person is very close to the second form, but they are often more weird than the second, even empty.

There is no arrogance that suppresses everything, and there is no emptiness that penetrates everything, there is only indifference.

Omer. Linton, who was born like this, was born.

It's better to say that when he was a child, he was the stage that best fits this description.

There is neither the conceptual extension brought about by the rush of life in youth, nor the ups and downs of youth that are enough to shake the self-experiential stimulation.

Like the early life of most federal citizens, Omer's own childhood was calm and stable, lacking drastic changes.

And the reason why he is still a child who distinguishes him from the second type of childish child is that his thinking does not have the plasticity of ordinary children.

It's not a few children's transparency.

That's just apathy.

Even if Morrison's adoption brought about a drastic change in the living environment, it was still not enough to shake the ego of a small child.

Because that earth-shaking 'ecological' change is still meaningless to a child who ignores the world.

Only by feeling, discovering, and witnessing by himself will he be able to move towards a young mentality a little bit.

Only he can change himself.

And before that long process came, little Omer. Linton, ignoring all the obstacles in life.

Especially the cowardice of the human heart.

Compared with the awkward person who needs the right time and place and the right person to be able to say the words buried deep in his heart, he appreciates the straightforward to the mechanical open-minded person more.

In other words—

Loving Orihime and Mipo Bourbon.

The two can intuitively show the demarcation between the likes and dislikes of little Omer, but this is only an attitude.

Regardless of the fact that young Omer's memory has a perception foundation, even if it is really a young Omer, he also knows that the existence of the Meipu Bourbon is a very small number of anomalies.

In comparison, although an awkward person like Aimu Orihime can't be said to be a bad street, it is not very rare.

And living in this society of the majority of people, you have to accept the fact that there are many troublesome people.

But at least, when it comes to himself, he wants this kind of person to be frank enough.

Like now, after suppressing the tranquility of Sunday, he turned his gaze back to the somewhat stunned girl.

"Speak your unfinished words."

In the boiling sound of the oil pot on the side, and at the same time in the sound of the black-haired horse-eared woman gritting her teeth and chopping meat, the little boy's eyes reflected the other party's entanglement.

"I don't like things to go because of a hasty interruption and abandoning what should have been said."

"What about you?"

He asked.

"If you have finally decided to speak, you can say that it is an important message."

"If you were given another chance, would you be willing to say the unfinished words?"

Although he had said such cruel words, he would not have been able to get Sunday Tranquility to pick up Ai Mu Orihime's speech.

It's not a question of whether he can do it, it's a question of whether or not he can do it on Sunday.

A rude woman who always relies on courage and violence, and who leaves all patience and gentleness to her sister, it is difficult not to suspect that she will be intimidated by the most natural instincts.

So the one who spoke was still the boy who could stand in front of the stove by leaning on the cushion.

With a complete memory and information on the other side, little Omer knows what to say.

It doesn't need to be complicated, it doesn't need to be too long, it's just a paragraph.

Awkward people have their own persistence, which is the high wall they have erected from the bottom of their hearts.

For fear or for self-esteem, it cannot be torn down.

That's their comfort zone.

If you want to see each other's world, don't destroy everything about them.

You should make the other person think, so that the other person is willing to take the initiative to step out of the wall.

Even if she's only taken half a step.

"I want to say......" Looking at the ingredients tumbling in the pot, Ai Mu Orihime snorted.

"Please, I'm listening."

The boy didn't stare at her, and what she was going to say wasn't aimed at Omer at the moment.

Why increase the pressure on the other party in vain, and make the other party stumble as if he wants to turn the atmosphere into a second confession.

Glancing at the surprised gaze that Tranquility had thrown at him, the boy knew that the other party was the kind of person who felt like a confession when he saw the girl struggling to speak.

So she'll chop the meat here.

Wrong judgments often come with a price, but chopping meat is the best ending, and as a professional Mephiras, little Omer dares to make judgments.

"Even for those things in the past, I'm grateful to you......"

You see, that's it...... Little Omer picked up the fried items in the fryer and glanced at the disillusioned Sunday tranquility.

"Don't stop."

He reminded the other party of the indifference of continuing to chop meat, which can be described as a capitalist who has been grabbed since childhood, so that Sunday Tranquility renewed the state bar of gnashing teeth.

But at this time, there was also a text from the side: "And now, I like the trainer more-"

The originally low voice suddenly changed slightly, and finally the tone was even longer, so that both 'people' turned back in amazement, and saw Ai Mu Orihime who was smiling very brightly at this side.

Brilliant to this point, it can generally be called hell.

And that's exactly what happened.

“…… If you do this, I'm afraid Miss Aiori will be very angry, sister San. Little Omer looked back helplessly and looked at the large casserole in front of him.

Then he was hugged by a soft embrace.

Then it was even more irresistible to rub his face.

It's really a face rub, to be precise, it's the most intuitive sticker.

Little Omer was expressionlessly held in his arms by 'Ai Mu Orihime' in an unusually intimate manner, like a P-faced cat caught by a cat sucker and rubbing his face.

"It's so soft, it's so cute! It's so cute, Mr. Little Trainer! ”

"Sister San? Is it okay to be reserved? I might be killed if you do this, with you. ”

"Huh?! Is Mr. Little Trainer going to be martyred with me?!!! So shy!!! ”

"I don't think that's how it should be understood."

Some tried to refute it, but others fell on deaf ears.

"Mr. Little Trainer, can you call me sister?"

"I don't think so, it's a matter of life and death, but I think even if I don't call it, waiting for your sister to react will force me to lose my memory."

There is no resistance, or it is better to say that the little Omer, who is unable to resist at all, shows a calmness and sloppiness that far exceeds the state of youth, which is also a professional judgment.

In the face of the offensive of the Maruzensky plus, it is useless to resist the fart, it is better to endure it, at least the opponent's strength will not rub his neck bone crookedly.

So at this moment, he was letting the other party hold his face and rub wildly, looking at the stunned Sunday Tranquility with dead eyes and waving the order of the gourd in his hand not far away.

Forget about the tranquility on Sunday, when does Miss Ling plan to lurk?

"Then since it's all like this, you can call it!"

"I refuse, you release your sister quickly, I can still get a reprieve."

"Huh? But she's already fainted. ”

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(End of chapter)