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Chapter 577 NO.160 The Solution She Thinks Of

No doubts, no surprises.

The young man walked on the street silently, his heart was extremely peaceful.

The streets in the industrial area have always been sparsely populated, like ant colonies living in an ant nest, even during rest hours, they are always resident in the high-rise buildings on all sides.

Therefore, the scenery along this road is empty and monotonous. Even if the projection device that simulates greenery is enabled, the greenery cannot bring relaxation and freshness to people.

But the girl who was walking in front was happily walking and stopping, so innocent that it seemed that even the green projection could arouse her interest, and then she took out her mobile phone with a 'click'.

She found an angle that might look good, and stored the South American-style green plants with her in the electronically quantified data, and then turned her head to look at the projections of other green plants.

The footsteps of the small leather shoes were clattering, and the gray tail was wagging briskly behind him.

The virtual image that is clearly in the steel forest has no warmth at all, but it behaves as if it has set foot in a natural suburb, and it seems that it ignores the young man behind it.

Even if the boy is staring at her.

This so-called going out for a walk is like a real witty relaxation alone, and she did not speak to Omer from the beginning to the end.

The two are like strangers who happen to be on the same road. After walking out of the meal, they say goodbye to others, and then walk on the same road at their own pace.

Has unparalleled quietness and patience.

But compared to the real wit who doesn't look boring, Omer obviously has much more to do, simply following her not far away, watching her every move.

Really clever, 14 years old, birthday on March 3st, a horse racing girl in the third grade of junior high school, she has excellent results in short-distance simulation, has been thrown out by many trainers but is still independent.

She has 130 million fans on Umastagram. Considering her introverted and self-disciplined personality, this is not a miracle. She knows her own charm well... Omer was thinking about what he knew about her.

There is a lot of content and a large scope, but they are all scattered things with no continuity.

A junior high school student who does not have a trainer and has not yet reached the age of debut, there is no need to rush to appoint someone as a trainer, let alone the other party has expressed dislike of him with a straight ball.

Omer believed in the truth of that statement.

A girl who is good at disguising and grasping her own charm will naturally not like a man who will destroy everything she has created. No matter what happens, she is extremely bad in terms of compatibility.

But if you want to target the teahouse, tachyon, and bourbon schedules, it is obviously too early, and there is no statement or hint about skipping grades in Zhenji's recent tweets and related information.

She didn't need to inquire about the enemy's situation, nor would she inquire about the enemy's situation like this.

It is precisely because of grasping her own charm that she knows where that charm should be used. She has her own pride and reserve.

So……

"Miss cleverness."

When he watched the other party walk past the projection of the last cluster of data, and the mobile phone that was only for embellishment was gradually lowered, he finally opened his mouth and broke the long silence.

And the girl turned her head when she heard the words, and responded with a smile: "Hi! You're really clever here~☆"

The top of her head shook her ears slightly, the mobile phone in her hand was tilted slightly, and the appearance when she turned her hands behind her back was so cute and cute, which made Aomo couldn't help smiling, and the words she spoke again were extremely soft:

"Can you tell me the purpose of your trip?"

"I don't think you have a good opinion of me, even a little dissatisfied, so why bother to visit the thatched cottage like this?"

"That's not the case." The really clever smile was still there, and he leaned forward step by step with his hands behind his back. "Karen is still a little curious about the trainer, or Mr. Omer."

"If it's just some exaggerated reports, it's not worth your attention."

"Not really." The girl stopped in front of the boy and looked up at Omer. "About Karen's rhetorical question last time, does Mr. Omer have any impression?"

"The Fuchu Racecourse four years ago?"

"Well, I didn't expect Mr. Omer to remember."

"In terms of short-term memory, chip holders can be said to have a lot of experience."

"Chip..." The girl seemed to be very concerned about this and lowered her head, even sliding her fingers on the pink phone case.

And Homa raised his head, staring at the sky that had cleared the rain long before.

There are still large pieces of clouds cutting the sunlight, it is quite uncomfortable to look directly at it, and it also brings the blazing heat that is common in this season.

But the one who was still under the shadow of the cloud layer separated by a line, really shrewdly hesitated for a while, and then asked: "Mr. Homa, can I ask you a question?"

"It's not impossible."

"You... what do you think of people from the Far East?"

"?"

Rao Homa has been combining all kinds of conjectures in his mind, this question is still a little bit beyond his expectation, it seems like some kind of secret key policy, not like a question that a 14-year-old girl would ask.

"That is, from the social level to the personal level, what do you think of the people in the Far East?"

This is the straightforward Jianzheng's move. What kind of trick is this?
The real smart lady wants to collect my political stance and play it hard?

Homa hesitated whether to compose something casually, but looking at the other person's eyes, those purple-red eyes that were still bright in the shadows, he sighed in his heart, and immediately said:

"Lonely."

"The extreme eastern people who advocate the construction of the entire social machine with every resident as a component, are in essence utterly lonely."

"Each of you is separated from each other, and your nature has extremely thick barriers, with only a very few exceptions."

"That's my answer, I'm afraid it won't satisfy you."

He looked at the shrewd one who bowed his head, and wondered whether saying these words to a person from the far east was equivalent to pointing his face and cursing, and the other party was the potential horse girl he had been paying attention to all the time.

But that's it, the other party didn't have a good impression of him at all, and in the end, it was also a mirror, which could give a girl's cuteness a score far more pertinently than others.

What is the end of a mirror that speaks unflattering truths?

Omer is not sure, there are always different versions of fairy tales, but he can only be sure that these words are nothing to Zhenjiling, after all...

People who can gain millions of fans just because of their cuteness will only have a deeper understanding of all this.

After all, Umastagram is not limited to the birthplace of any residents.

And this kind of entanglement doesn't take too long, but within a few seconds, he has already heard the other party's answer:
"No, this actually satisfies Karen."

She smiled as always and said, stepped out to the side of Omer, walked into the sunlight that young girls should avoid, and then raised the phone and shook it slightly:
"Mr. Omer, would you like to take a group photo? The sun is just right~"

"It's not impossible."

Aomo replied calmly, watched her approach the raised mobile phone, and then was slightly taken aback.

On the screen of the phone that was held up high, the mode of video recording instead of taking pictures was displayed brightly.

"Then~ record record, it's Mr. Omer that Kallen can hardly like~!"

The girl reflected on the screen blinked secretly, and the contrast between the soft and gentle words and the content made him somewhat astonished.

Because he failed to distinguish the real intention of the other party for one of the rare times, he only felt a logical contradiction.

And that brief photoshoot ended in his astonishment. He watched the girl who lowered her hand and slowly named the video saved just now, and ordered it with the logo of 'お兄ちゃん', so he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

Even in the "Brother" version in the Far East context, this logo can be regarded as a particularly eye-catching category. After all, otaku like it very much, and it is indeed suitable for the account route of Zhenji Ling.

"Someone told Karen before that acting like a baby is going to a role like a brother or a sister."

The girl who was saved like this looked sideways, and explained naturally: "If you are facing this kind of character, even if Kallen is found to be cute, she will be forgiven, right?"

"So that's how it is," Omer smiled helplessly, and even applauded him gently, "You're stuck in a BUG?"

The innocence, cuteness and beauty of being really clever are all built on a perfect eggshell, and her self-esteem and self-confidence also complement each other, and she is the pride of someone who can master the charm as she wishes.

But once someone can see this disguise, everything she created may be destroyed by that person.

This has always been puzzling to Omer. The real wit should have kept him at a respectful distance, and even acted more impulsively and nervously so that he would not tell the "truth" with the account with more and more fans.

But this is the second time she has come in person.

Before coming for the first time, she said frankly that she had heard the rumor that 'Omer has a pair of very frightening eyes' - that was also a rash contact, and Omer only regarded the other party as a child after all.

And this second time...

With Omer's undeniable words, she got stuck with a slightly unexpected BUG.

Or maybe it is to attack her missing 13-point barrier, with her proud cuteness.

"But I might be a very irritating big brother." He chuckled.

"It's true, and it couldn't be more irritating!" Zhenji puffed out.

There was something cute about this look that made Homai laugh heartily.

"Hahahaha, so that's the case, that's really not much worse."

And no longer pretending to be angry, it's not necessarily uncute.

"Damn it, don't laugh!"

"Okay, okay, don't smile, don't laugh."

"Brother smelly, Karen is back!"

Most likely, Zhenji Ling, who was getting more and more flying, clicked his tongue, and turned around unhappily to walk towards the way he came. However, this brother shouted so naturally, which made Aomo startled a little.

Thinking about it, since the orphanage, no one has really called himself that.

"Do you need to send it?"

"No need! Senior Maruzen and Qianming are still waiting for me! It's you brother, no one picks you up! Go back alone!! Goodbye!"

The girl walked further and further without looking back. Even though she was still a child, she could still show a bit of the foot strength of a racehorse girl.

But it is too weak to attack with this point.

Aomo said in his heart that he had been walking alone for so many years, so he didn't care about this. After saying goodbye, he restrained his smile like the traditional culture of Dongyanshu.

He stood there expressionlessly for half a minute, and after sorting out his thoughts, he twisted the bridge of his nose slightly, and then took a step forward.

Then when I was thinking about whether to go to Penguin Logistics or take a taxi home, I heard a question:
"Why are you the only one?"

Hearing this, he turned his head and saw Cherenina standing at the entrance of the alley.

"Because others have a car to pick you up, but I don't." He shrugged.

This made the other party smile.

"Remulle would be happy to hear that from you."

"No, I don't trust her steering wheel."

"So... has the conflict been resolved?"

"The contradiction is getting deeper, it seems to be going up, but it's also going down.

But it's not surprising, after all, it was the past that came to the door. "

"In the past, there is really no way."

"right."

"Yes."

(End of this chapter)