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Chapter 550 NO.133 The Lesser of Two Evils

Although rejuvenation itself challenges common sense, the juvenile body still obeys the law of energy conservation.

For example - replenishing the body with energy can effectively curb the acceleration of young age.

After all, his youthful appearance itself stems from the extreme imbalance of spirit and body.

So even though Homais was full of resentment towards Remulle, he still wanted to appreciate the delicious dinner she brought.

But even so...

"Omer Omer, how does it feel to be a child?"

"By the way! When did you and Cherenina get on so well? Even Laplande seems to be in a hurry!"

"Don't be so quiet while eating, Omo, talk to me!"

"Is this really delicious? I always thought that pasta was pretty average, but I didn't expect her to buy you this."

It's like a small workshop mobile game assistant with poor design, chattering on the side with a very high voice trigger frequency, showing the true nature of talking, but also tapping the phone screen from time to time.

To be honest, Omer does not lack experience in getting along with chatterboxes, and he can carry out the way of dealing with the other party without feeling guilty.

But when the mobile phone in the opponent's hand suddenly turned to focus on him with the camera, he still couldn't help letting a bit of disgust appear on his face.

"Isn't your internal communication over yet?"

"Huh?" The girl who was so straightforward that she didn't even turn off the camera sound tapped to take a picture, and then clicked to upload to the chat room with a disgusted face.

"How could it be over, it's in full swing! Do you want to see the feedback? I can select a few and broadcast them to you!"

"Is it selection or selection?" Omer asked angrily, but he didn't want to hear the other party's answer, and he was rolling the noodles in the bowl.

For this Yiluo District style food, his attitude is similar to that of an angel, and he is not very interested, but he has never been picky about food.

But the angel who pretended to be stupid with "Hey!" had the intention of advocating for him, and brought the topic to food again:

"Seriously, do you really like spaghetti? She usually brings food according to the other person's preferences. Does she have a problem with you?"

"It's just the shortest distance. At first glance, my situation is not optimistic, and she is also in a hurry." Omo said coldly.

Counting the time he spent talking with Laplande and the time for food preparation, Texas wasted no time at all.

"That's right," Can Angel nodded, "You haven't told Cherenina about your condition?"

"Did Akane tell you about my situation?"

"It depends on what level you are talking about," said the angel, turning around in Texas' room. "Would you like an apple pie? Texas usually prepares all the ingredients."

"Is her house the permanent place for your gatherings?" Omer was speechless.

Before Laplande entered the house, he unceremoniously pretended to be the master, but now Remulle is also very natural to fish out apples and dough from the refrigerator and run towards the kitchen.

Even if there were no excessively scattered remarks on the relationship in the Rhodes Island forum, he could not help but ponder the authenticity of some radical creations in alien knowledge.

"Yes, our house is the most suitable here in Texas."

That's true... Omer can fully guess how messy Angel's room is, how many stacked cardboard boxes there are in Croissant's room, and Mastema's room...

Did she really settle in Jiemen District?
From this point of view, they couldn't go to Lappland.

So Texas' room... He raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings, his observation was more detailed than before, but he still felt that it was in order and there was no chaos left.

Penguin Logistics cannot live without Texas, just as the West cannot live without Jerusalem.

Among the people who are wandering between normal and abnormal, only Texas has carried the banner of reliability.

Let Omer also be able to bear the shadow.

"But next time, why don't you try to visit your house?"

A word that suddenly came out of the kitchen made Homa's hand shaking the fork.

"...You really don't see the outside world."

"Is there anything special to see, everyone believes in you~! And besides you, there are girls besides you!"

"I worry about you contaminating other children."

"Your voice is too weird to say that, and you were only 19 years old, right? Huh? Even two years younger than me."

This is a fact.

Omer would always inadvertently forget the fact that these guys were already adults, and even all ages were older than him.

After all, they all look young and petite. The tallest Texas is only 170 meters tall, which is still half a head shorter than Omer.

It can only be said that the appearance does affect the perception. Seeing that the boss of Penguin Logistics is even a vicious beast, so that Penguin Logistics often made jokes in the early days-of course, this is also related to the initial number of people.

In contrast, it is also a talent for Texas to be able to chat calmly with the child-like Omer.

This kind of treatment is calm and treated equally, which is suitable for applying for a counter job that needs to deal with multiple races.

But that's obviously a waste of another kind.

"And why am I polluting other children?" The kitchen was still poking its head, its red hair fluttering, "Is there anything wrong with me!"

It seems not. Thinking about it carefully, it may be that Tachyon and Akane polluted them, or it may be some strange chemical reaction caused by the collision—or it seems that they are already colliding now.

Think about the stalking of this guy and Laplande before, where did they get the news?

Akane, and possibly even Tachyon himself, must be connected.

So he was silent for a while, and then patted his forehead with one hand, feeling a headache.

But the snapping sound might have been a bit loud, so that the head that had just retracted poked out again: "What sound?"

"Slap the mosquitoes." The little boy said with a blank expression.

"Oh, there should be a mosquito killer in the corner next to the TV cabinet, go and turn it on." The red-haired girl accepted this argument very naturally. After all, even though technology and energy are so advanced in this world, there is still no justice. Scientists use sharp tools to exterminate mosquitoes.

Sad!

"No hurry, I'll go to the bathroom first."

"The room on the left."

"it is good."

Omer, who actually went to the bathroom this time, began to wonder if it might be a good idea to have someone drive him home.

There were only Bourbon and Akane and Tachyon in the office tonight, and he couldn't even confirm whether the former was also 'kidnapped' by the two fun people.

Going home might as well be a kind of self-inflicted trap.

But staying here in Texas is a bit tricky.

Bang!
The sudden closing sound of the door interrupted Shish's thoughts, and Omer could hear the greeting of the angel:

"Ah, you guys are back? Omer is going to the bathroom, I'm still baking apple pie, do you two want some later?"

"Apple pie? Yes." Laplande, who spoke first, changed the subject at the next moment, "I said Remulle, do you know what kind of jobs Texas is taking today?"

"Cargo, it's all under armed escort, what's the matter? You want to go too?"

It doesn't sound like this is said once or twice, Laplande seems to often interfere with the commissions that Texas takes over.

"This reaction... Texas, you haven't told Remulle about it~"

"What did you say?"

"..."

During that moment of silence, it was Homa who had washed his hands and opened the door:

"Say I'm going too."

Facing the surprised gazes of the three, the little boy just looked down at his attire, then raised his head again and said in embarrassment:

"But I need a better suit."

(End of this chapter)