'Dwelling with kindness, such as entering the room of Zhilan, and not smelling its fragrance for a long time, will melt with it; and unkind to live inhabited, such as into the abalone, for a long time without smelling its smell, but also with it. ’

——Confucius's Family Sayings. Six Books

Human beings are creatures that are in constant flux, and Omer once realized this truth in the ancient sayings of Dongyan as above.

The long-term intersection with people touches the mind, while the long-term intersection with things shakes the physiology.

Even a strong mind can't resist such a subtle change, and many times you can't tell whether it's a good or bad change, especially if it's a physical change involving instinct.

There is no doubt that Omer, who was able to look at each other through a camera, has a keen spiritual sense, but such a keen sense is not a good thing for a trainer's work.

Because of his reputation, and because he is always in and out of the public eye, he inevitably has to meet too many chaotic eyes.

At this time, as long as Gilbalis's computing power is permanent, it's no problem - having said that, but Omer. Linton wasn't keen on the mechanically exhausting way of living.

So the current situation arises:

- When he stares too much, his spiritual sense tends to dull.

There is no time to pay attention to the emotions in the multitude of eyes, unless there is a particularly striking stream of deep malice in them.

Standing out like that would make Omer turn back.

But apparently, at Central Traeson, there is no chance of such an unless.

However, if the gate entry scene in that run record is repeated, there is probably still a chance to touch his gaze 'alarm', but after that, until today, Bai Ren seems to have adjusted his state in Omer's eyes, and his gaze is no longer as 'out of line'.

Even the gaze that should have been direct at the moment was not worth marking separately in Omer's spiritual sense, like other students and colleagues who were staring at him.

It's not the same – but it may be just scratching the surface.

After all, if you were to be a horse racing girl, a trainer, a doctor, or the like, you would be a little timid, shy, or blinking at most.

A very few people will think that they are intimidated and directly glaring at them.

This can make Omer feel a little innocent, obviously just being stared at so he looks back, but the above reaction is not mentioned, Narita Hakuren's reaction obviously does not belong to any of them.

The independence of the new interval may bring some observational joy, but he also has to meet the scrutiny of the idol on the side.

"What is she doing?" Detective Qianming asked, and immediately hit the nail on the head, "What did you do?" ”

"What can I do?"

Omo was stunned and took the punch-in stamp list she handed back.

Although Narita Hakuren's reaction was so direct and suspicious, considering that he was an acquaintance, even if the other party's operation was a little necessary, he was willing to pretend that he didn't see it.

After all, he knew so many gods, including Oo, who kicked the door of the activity room early in the morning, and Xiao Ao, who came in awkwardly after Oo, who had been greeted by a passionate little girl recently, was almost in the state when Omer felt that it was time for the chairman to take a knife.

Quickly make a quick move to make Central Tresen have one more Ultraman trainer, and shine as a giant of light, Chairman San!!

Omer had the intention to let the chairman of the board of directors send a miraculous power and accept this poo, but this matter was really urgent.

Therefore, he can only use his usual tolerance to deal with each of the gods and people—and then find that there are people around him who suddenly start to act like gods.

This subtle mood is probably fighting the epidemic and fighting against the yang of the people around you, what's the matter? Are alien viruses also contagious?

Ultraman is really an alien, and your horse racing mother is a native...... Ah, the horse racer is half a traverser......

That's fine.

"If it's convenient for you, can you help me ask?"

With the usual tolerance for the gods, Omer tried to send this 'colleague' with no low level of professionalism.

Yes, colleagues.

From Traison's side, although Representative Chiaki is a three-crown old-timer, he is now more of a school worker working in the infirmary, and he is at the same level as a trainer and other on-campus occupations.

And when Treson was cut apart, Omeryu remembered that the other party really had a detective job.

Although detectives and mercenaries in the new era are still not the same thing, the substantive business scope overlaps in a large area, and detectives can be described as mercenaries who are unwilling to follow the crowd.

Like some racers who stubbornly don't enroll in Traeson despite running races, there is a mystery in highlighting a point.

Of course, for a free girl like Representative Chiaki, who has a permanent job in Traison but has a lot of documents, the identity of a detective is probably a passing point on her path to certification.

If you have the ability to take the test, the triple crown is not bad for the registration fee.

It's just that as we all know, documents are time-sensitive.

Whether you can continue to live is more important than research.

Omer did not doubt that Chiaki was an accomplished philatelic player who 'left the exam alone', and his trust in the other party was as unthinking as his question at the moment.

"Oh~ Then will you pay the investigation fee?" The brown-haired girl also smiled evilly, "If I really want to investigate and find out the problem is you, should you still spend money to keep your mouth shut?" ”

"Then it's really time to ask Miss Chiaki to raise her noble hand," Resisting the urge to put his finger on the terminal and take a picture, Omo picked up the list, withdrew from the demonization, and walked out of the infirmary.

Immediately, there were magical points of light reflecting the light that had broken into the room, and the dull sound of webbed footsteps on the ground had disappeared, proving that he had simply walked away.

She was left to stay here, and he waved his hand at Narita Hakuren, who was still staring at the door, but who would see him in the same direction.

"Xiao Bairen, is it convenient to talk?"

"Chiaki, I'm sorry, we're-"

Seeing that Omo couldn't see his back clearly, Bai Ren wanted to chase after him, but was dragged by Qianming's arm.

"You haven't decided the outcome of that practice match yet, have you?" She said.

He immediately smiled and raised the sign-in stamp in his hand.

"I heard you're already starting to get back in shape, so how about running a lap with me?"

Faced with ......this, Narita Shirahito finally withdrew the gaze that had been kept outside the door before.

"That's right, it's long overdue," the smile on the face of the representative Chiaki was even worse in the face of such a sharp and dangerous gaze, "You're more of a horse racing lady than chasing Omer, aren't you?" ”

"He won't run, you don't have to be in such a hurry......

“…… You..."These words couldn't help but make Bai Ren's competitive eyes stunned, and when he looked at this brown-haired horse girl who was also an old-timer in the fishing world, he was somewhat stunned.

"If you outrun me, I won't say, but if you lose......"