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Chapter 6 The Association Has Already Dropped
Even after staying up all night, Omer's wake-up time is still stable, and he also leaves time for breakfast, so he can catch up with the half hour before the subway rush hour.

At this time, the train compartment was far from crowded, but the subway line leading to the West District was always busy, and the two new students could only stand.

"So why are you sighing. Is that why you don't want to talk about horse race girls?"

A few seconds after the subway started, the center of gravity gradually stabilized, and Bize dared to loosen the suspension ring, and stood next to Omer who had always been standing still and asked in a low voice.

They stood at the junction of the subway cars, and in the middle of the car not far away stood a racehorse girl wearing Treyson's school uniform, which was the reason for Bize to lower his voice.

A horse girl with many times more talent than normal, even her hearing is exceptionally good. Bize, who claims to be a horse racing girl player, at least understands this.

But he didn't recognize who the other party was, otherwise he wouldn't have looked elsewhere so honestly.

"Is it possible that you are lamenting your outstanding brain circuit?" Aomo glanced at him wordlessly, and then glanced at the horse race girl unconsciously, "Maybe you can apply for the Department of Archeology and History next year. "

He has a headache.

His sharp perception always expresses a stinging sense of crisis, making it difficult for him to ignore the unrestrained wild oppression of the racehorse girl from the inside out.

She really doesn't need to hold back, Bize and the other passengers don't seem to be aware of it at all. With him stuck here, it's hard not to really focus on the certain Derby champion who often haunts several billiard halls superior.

After checking so many races, I will naturally remember the appearance of many horse girls, and the unique hair color with a white spot in the middle of the brown hair is even more difficult to ignore.

She was a racehorse girl who was almost retired. She had a lot of free time, and coupled with her amazing physical fitness, what she could learn naturally included fighting.

Omer has no doubt that the momentum he sensed can be converted into combat power, but maybe the other party didn't do it deliberately, and he shouldn't overreact.

At this time, Bize's natural tone of continuing the topic could force him to divert his attention more smoothly.

"Is the hatred so deep?" Bize unexpectedly understood Omer's previous words, and shrank his neck, "How is your homework?"

As a student who failed early, Bize didn't even plan to do or hand in his homework, so he cared about this. It can only be said that the way of changing the subject was relatively blunt.

Being blunt is blunt, and Omer didn't bother to criticize this guy anymore, so he simply followed his topic and said, "Speaking of homework, did you hear any rumors yesterday?"

"For example." Aumer thought about the degree to which Bize's thoughts escaped, or decided to speak clearly, and said in an uncertain tone, "Traveler?"

"What do you mean?" Bize's expression became a little more serious, "What happened?"

"No." Omer gave up.

He originally thought that he would be asked to prepare the materials for the traversers in the middle of the night, but he didn't say clearly, probably there was some rush event in the middle of the night, so he was very curious, but he couldn't ignore the possibility that it really needed to be kept secret, so he didn't directly explain,

I also thought about the fact that Bize's social circle is quite full on weekdays. Although he doesn't fit in with the students in the sprint period of the third year of high school, he can recruit people to chat with after school anyway, and he should be well-informed. You can give him a little hug expect.

But it turns out that he seriously underestimated Bize's brain circuit. After hearing the words 'wind' and 'traveler', what this person concluded in his mind was not 'what transfer students might come back from the class', but ' Is there any criminal case of time traveler nearby! 'Come up.

It's really a leap forward in thinking, and I can't fix Omer.

"No? What's the matter?" Bize didn't seem to notice Aomer's fatigue at all, and even analyzed it on his own, "Yesterday, yesterday, I even talked about homework, oh, homework!"

Well, it's not a complete hurricane, anyway, I will look back.

Homa likes to observe and is good at observing. His adoptive father said that he is very insightful and knows how to use this advantage. The prediction of the horse race is also based on this.

While collecting event data, observe the running state of the horse girl on the nearest field to make predictions.

This is a very cumbersome process, and Omer, whose brain chip does not provide auxiliary thinking ability, is obviously talented.

In the past, he might have considered the profession of 'detective', but looking at the present, the joint development of technology and extraordinary ability has made the difficulty of handling cases geometrically increased, and the result is:
It's very simple, just check the monitoring and you're done.

The complex ones are also extremely complex.High-tech crimes combined with high IQ may also have some strange abilities. Even the famous deductive method is based on understanding things. Long-lived longevity species.

Anyway, Omer, who is only 19 years old, is not worthy.

Even if he is well-versed in using search engines, his knowledge is at most as far as that of an "ordinary" person.

But this world has been insulated from the ordinary from the moment the traverser appeared.

Fortunately, Bize is still in the category of ordinary people, although his thinking often resembles that of an alien.

His existence reminds Omer of a racehorse girl named 'Golden Boat'.

In fact, this is a very arbitrary statement. After all, compared to that strange woman, Bize is still not free enough, but Omer believes in his potential.

It's only been 'Hello world' for less than half a year now, he's somewhat restrained, and he hasn't given full play, as long as he is given a school year, he will definitely burst out with ten or even nine points of alien charm!

I don't know whether Bizer will be moved to cry knowing that Omer has such "expectations" for him.

If it's this Bize, it's definitely possible, no, it's absolutely possible, it's easy to speak! !

“I haven’t heard of any old folks”

At this moment, the aliens who are still growing up can only think like normal earthlings (x
"Although they are all time travelers, they don't necessarily belong to the same world as you." Omo carefully reminded Bize about the inappropriate wording of "fellow townsman".

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, even if there are traversers, unless they are really in the same world as me, there is really no need to notify me, let alone notify others."

When Bize said this, he saw Aomo staring at him in a daze, a little surprised: "What's the matter?"

"...Why is your thinking so normal right now?" Omer murmured.

"What do you mean by this time? I've always been normal!" Bize angrily said.

"Here we are, let's go."

"Hey you! You first admit that I have always been normal!"

"Normal people don't need that kind of acknowledgment."

The two gradually moved away, their backs were a little noisy, and the Sirius symbol who was still standing in the distance and pulling the ring was watching Aomer's back, and there was a bit of surprise in his rose red eyes.

Looking at the uniform style of Limen Middle School, I feel thoughtful.

Whether it's the glimpse at the beginning or the content of the conversation between the two, they are quite interesting, and belong to the category that ordinary middle school students will not be exposed to.

Even though he is not well-known, he will become famous sooner or later.

Such a small episode put her in a good mood, and looking at the line information from Rudolph's symbol on her mobile phone, she had something to talk about.

"I didn't go to bed until three o'clock. You have to treat me to at least two meals, and breakfast can't be counted."

Limen Middle School in Jiemen District, in the office on the second floor of Teaching Building No. [-], Omer yawned and handed a stack of papers to the shadow elf druid with the same style as Malfurion.

The so-called same style means that they are tall and tall, with pointed ears and antlers, and their hair is as green as their beards, but at least their attire is not wild, and they are honestly wearing the rigid formal attire that the teaching director should wear.

He is also Omer's class teacher.

It is only worthwhile for a student to take the news sent in the middle of the night seriously if he is configured as the dean and class teacher at the same time.

After that, other students would probably start to exchange for a gold medal for avoiding death for violating discipline or getting an exception in their grades, or even a few good words in front of their parents, but Aumer obviously didn't need it.

He is a marginal person in class, and also a marginal person in school. His grades are not T0 academic gods, but he is also a T1 academic bully. Not to mention the parents' problems - Morrison failed to attend several parent-teacher meetings and needed to be accepted by the teacher. It is the parents, not the students, who are 'tortured'.

So what he asked for in return was very materialistic.

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In order to increase his persuasiveness, he deliberately yawned, and with the remaining dark circles under his eyes, he could give the other party a two-stage output of conscience.

"All right, all right," the other teacher obviously had a conscience, took the page and handed it to another teacher after hastily flipping through it, "Trino, make a copy of everything."

"no problem."

"Two timetravelers?" Aomo, who was still standing there, watched the office tool man go away, obviously out of curiosity.

The homeroom teacher doesn't mind satisfying his curiosity. After all, Omer has been responsible for sorting out the "preschool teaching materials" for the time-traveling students three times, including Bize's share. If it was an intern, the internship report could be filled with some praise.

Not to mention that Omer is just a temporary assistant discovered from among the students. The head teacher is also quite optimistic about this potential. Young people who have dreams and are willing to work hard are always satisfactory.

"A cyborg boy named David Martinez and a psychic girl named Grey. They're not bad looking little guys. You'll see them in no time."

The teacher in charge raised his hand and plucked the heavy antlers on his head, and his burgundy face like Guan Gong showed a bit of relief.

"The two are not in the same world, but they both have companions in this world, which saves the problem of placement."

"Grey? No surname?" Omer noticed something special.

"The title of the time traveler newspaper is not worth studying." The head teacher was very comfortable.

"Too."

Omer nodded, thinking that even if the traveler is called a pink furry rabbit, it can be understood as a foreign country.

But in the next second, his face became a little more serious: "It won't be arranged in our class?"

"It's in our class," the head teacher looked at him with light blue glowing eyes, and the oppressive force belonging to the head teacher can be displayed without deliberate, "Don't you like the knowledge of the other world? Since the safety of the two worlds It is a good thing for the bureau to work hard for the goal and contact the traversers early."

"Look at Bize wandering around by your side every day."

"Is this the point?" Amo said helplessly, "The college entrance examination will be in a few days~ This semester is coming to an end. If I want to compare it, who will add new characters when a drama is about to end?"

"What's that called? King of Kamen Rider." The dean tried to chase the young man's hobby.

"Get away, get away!"

But judging from the reaction of young people, it can be seen that they are pursuing the wrong direction.

"No. What can you let them learn in just three days? Besides, the students around are still busy preparing for the college entrance examination. In this situation where the students don't want to talk to them most of the time, the experience of the two of them is not purely in jail. ?”

"I'm starting to care about my new classmates. It's a good sign." The dean said cheerfully.

Yes, my class teacher is also an alien.

I also don't live in the Moon and Mars development zone.
Homa's heart was gloomy, and he heard the office worker yelling, "Director, your document has been copied," and then came over with two stacks of paper.

"You've never been so casual." After the tool man left, Omer looked up at the head teacher who was copying the copy. "What's your idea?"

"No, I said they have companions here, right? One is a mercenary agency, called Edge Runner, yes, that's the name," the head teacher nodded, "You may not have heard of it, but the other It is very famous, and you will not ignore the clock tower that stands with our school in the West End."

Omer raised his eyebrows: "The clock tower?"

"Yes, that's a big backer. There are sub-towers in several districts of Terra, and this one is also a sub-tower on our side."

"Although it is a sub-tower, it is also directly cooperating with the Institute of Origin Energy to prepare a few new subjects for the magic department..."

The dean seems to be very concerned about the magic department, and the topic is far away. He paused after noticing Omer's gaze of "can you skip", then raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder.

"Anyway, one of those two people has a team background, and the other has a big backer background. The school is only taking them in temporarily. When the person who picks them up comes, they can take responsibility on their own. It's not like going to jail."

"How long?" Omer asked.

"The mercenary office is in the north area of ​​the boundary gate, and it will arrive in an hour or two. As for the girl's acquaintances in the clock tower, they have to come from the clock tower headquarters. The emergency will also have to be late."

"...Sorry, I was wrong."

"It's very decisive to admit mistakes. Well, I'm going to hand over these two documents to them. You go to the classroom and wait for self-study. It won't be long before those two young people will come to you."

"Okay, goodbye class teacher."

"Go ahead, polite boy."

　Some good relatives and friends tried to use AI to make a male protagonist for the author, but the result is that one's AI can't get out of the never-ending high school, and one's AI is forever trapped in the style of Yiyou
　　amazing
　　And,

　　The one in the front pinched a little Omer who looked good although his pupil color was a bit wrong, and the one in the back finally showed a junior high school student and a high school teenager who had a lower taste of Yiyou after dozens of swipes.

　　It's just that the shape is folded up.

　　But there are also good ones.

　　I will find an opportunity to stuff them in this chapter.

　　Wait until the character card is actually opened before considering which one to use in the end.

　　Finally, I would like to thank Arthur for his lack of motivation, full of wisdom, Qilu Nuoqin, empty and unreal, timeless salmon roe, and An Miaoge for their rewards.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)