only monsters

Chapter 15
"In the end, you didn't gain anything. Apart from running back and forth and exhausting yourself half to death, you also made David's brother laugh?"

"Reaping peace of mind is also a kind of gain, let alone you see"

Omer pushed the terminal at hand along the table, and the terminal drew a straight line and was held down by Morrison. When he let go, a complete projection appeared in the air.

There is a side face of a horse race girl with a calm expression on it, and a companion with a stern expression beside her.

At the bottom of the picture, there is a question about who they are waiting for, and a small guess is attached.

Morrison raised his hand to swipe the comment area, but saw that the five fingers raised by Omer trembled slightly, and the metal terminal flew into his hand immediately.

"Tsk, I remembered the title, I will search it later and read it to you!"

Morrison smacked his lips in displeasure, determined to choke him with possible doubts or even curses.

"Could you be more mature when you're over a hundred years old?" Omer pouted when he put away the terminal, and then caught a glimpse of the projection on it, his expression slightly restrained.

"They did wait there anyway,"

"What? Are you moved? Are you considering taking back my advice and choosing a trainer profession?"

Vampires may also be qualified for the title of devil in mythology, especially with Morrison's smirk at the moment, the evil sense of temptation, instigation and beating is also born spontaneously.

"No plan, I don't even know why they are looking for me."

"Really don't know?" Morrison was still smiling, even speaking in a joking tone, "Unexpected?"

In contrast to this is the calm indifference of Homa.

"If you miss it, you will miss it. I think today's exam status is okay. You should buy a ticket for me. I can pack my luggage tonight."

"You little brat, think about the hormones of puberty, for example, the plump curves of that cyborg girl!" "It's so greasy, every time I think about why you have a mouth?"

"It's the same with you, kid!" The only thing Morrison didn't want to be said by this guy who knew how to pull people's blood pressure.

"Greasy middle-aged and elderly people should go to bed after eating. If they sleep deeply enough, they don't need to get up at night to ask for help."

"I'm recording this time!" Morrison took out a pen from his pocket, "Who the hell shouldn't have a mouth!"

Then he saw that Aomer was motionless, but the pen in his hand had already flown out, and when he reacted quickly to grab it back, another ball of white light flickered in front of his palm.

The obvious tingling sensation made him withdraw his hand immediately. Seeing that some gray and black marks on it were covered with pale white, he looked at Omer who was holding the recording pen, and twitched the corner of his mouth:
"I have learned the Holy Light at the age of 19, and I don't dare to think about when I will be a filial son."

"Holy light?" Omer's expression was a little subtle, "That's just a light technique, and I can't do it by studying the spiritual essence of the holy light."

What's more, he is still preparing to awaken his blood and become a half-demon. The demon who learned from Shengguang is somewhat rebellious.

"Can the light technique be so hot?" Morrison was surprised.

"Isn't it your own problem?"

Putting the recorder with the audio track of the shared program back on the table, Omer turned to pick up the tableware on the table and prepared to send it to the kitchen for cleaning.

Although the savings have increased and the quality of life has improved, the family has never hired a housekeeping robot, but bought a dishwasher.

You don't have to wash by hand like you did when you were a kid.

"Genetic modification makes you an artificial day walker, not afraid of the sun, but it only weakens the concept of the sun and at the same time erases the damage of ultraviolet rays to you." Omer, who picked up the tableware and stacked the plates, looked at the adoptive father who was not very good-looking. "Those are dead things."

"Spells mixed with spiritual guidance still restrain you, even more so than before you were genetically modified. You know better than anyone else how the bright expectations and purification prayers will intensify the damage you will cause to you."

You just pretended that there was no such thing, and you didn’t mention it to me. If you say this sentence, I’m afraid it will make the atmosphere more solemn. In fact, Homa, who doesn’t care much about it, naturally omitted it and didn’t go to it. Seeing his complicated demeanor, he just turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Turn on the instrument, place the tableware by category, turn the knob, and press the button, so you only need to wait for the vibrating instrument to clear.

"Is this what my friends told you, or did you see it yourself?"

The voice came from the door, it was Morrison leaning against the door.

The cleverness of asking questions in this posture in order to pretend not to be particularly concerned is obviously meaningless to people like Omer, but in order to relieve the other party's anxiety, he will still respond honestly:

"neither."

Homa looked at the dishwasher and shook his head.

"I just read your physical examination form."

"...It's boring, let's go."

The footsteps of slippers on the ground really went away. Only then did Omer turn his head and glance at the empty doorway, a little speechless.

From being smart to this kind of 3-minute enthusiasm, and then to this level of coaxing, it is really hard to tell who is the adult and who is the child.

However, Omer himself is already 19 years old who cannot claim to be a minor, and the time he has lived together has been superimposed to the point where he is too lazy to complain—Omer feels that this is a very bad development.

I don't even bother to say it anymore, isn't it completely hopeless.

If I really ignore this guy, will I become the suspicious old man with messy hair, dark circles under his eyes, and wrinkled suit?

Considering the reality that blood clan literature has been developed for so many years, some people are still afraid of vampires. At that time, there will also be a situation like "one day, he received a call from the police station and asked him to come to the detention center to lead someone"?
Although the final explanation must be just a misunderstanding.

But it's too troublesome for this kind of thing to continue until now!Thinking of this future possibility, Omer's 'Troubleshooting Radar' would explode, making him tirelessly lecture the useless adult, and then spray nitrogen on the road known as 'Mother Boy'.

If the air is shaking and cold, can't Dad nag!

Since there must be someone on the first page of the household registration book, why can’t that person be me—well, Omer doesn’t have such an idea, unless Morrison wants to trick him into calling him father again, then he will subconsciously fight back ', perform a reassignment declared by the father.

"Ding--"

The sound of the end of the dishwasher's work came out of nowhere, which caused Omena's distracted eyes to fall down, and then he sighed leisurely.

What am I thinking?Is there too much lack of urgency?It's still in high school anyway.
After tidying up the tableware, Homa picked up the terminal, typed in a message, and notified Kelly that he decided to strengthen his review tonight, then greeted Morrison who was watching TV in the living room, and went to his room.

As for the luggage, I will prepare it later.

The matter of the horse race girl, the matter of new friends, and even the matter of the tourist location are put aside first, and the students should do their duty first and focus on reviewing the knowledge points. This kind of concentrated plan is not difficult for Omer.

The basic meditation methods of Yuanneng practice, or meditation skills and meditation methods, are all the same anyway. They are all things that have been taught in junior high school classes. Serves as a mental conditioning technique.

It can also help sleep once before going to bed.

Tonight passed smoothly like this until the second round of assessment at dawn.

There was no sudden situation or change, but the reporter did not find them again, and it seemed that the horse racing ladies did not have the enthusiasm for the second round.

Thinking about it, it's not enough to squat for two rounds just because of one speech. Amo is not Zhuge Liang, and they are not Liu Xuande.

However, Miura Bourbon is in a state without a trainer. He does know that this matter has also been discussed in a popular discussion post on the forum. The mobile game knowledge of "Racing Horse Girl" comes to the trainers who planned for the horse racing girl.

Compared to them, Bize, who is also a little on paper, is still better. After all, Bize has no real plan to take the trainer certificate test, and then copy the so-called game experience to mislead his children.

But no matter how you look at it, it is impossible for me to become an internal trainer when I am still taking the college entrance examination. The accumulation of professional knowledge is still insufficient, and I can't pass the procedure.

In addition to reassuring himself, Omer's pursuit yesterday was also curious about what the other party was thinking at that time.

Do you want to teach yourself?Or was there some fallacy in her guess that she was so excited to tell in person?

It seems that this curiosity is destined not to be satisfied in the short term, and Homa, who is not in a hurry, bypasses the reporters who want to interview, and finds the place that David made an appointment to wait for Bizer to meet.

Speaking of which, after the interview on the first day, Omer should be regarded as a difficult familiar face to several TV reporters who are in charge of publicity, and he would not interview if he could not interview.

But on the second day, the incident of "the horse race girl waiting in the examination room" also made the reporters of several other programs smell some special news.

Although through their interviews, if they operate well, they will have the opportunity to see the two horse race girls again, but the other consequences of this behavior are not what Omer is willing to bear.

So he slipped away anyway.

The power of public opinion is still too deep for a young man to grasp.

　Thank you, this is the name, the reward of dark gray lemon

　　
　
(End of this chapter)