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Chapter 631 NO.2 New Universe: What About Me?
[First of all, it is 'concrete', which requires 'visualization'... If it is not like this, it will not be able to 'step into the right path'...]

[There is also Star fluid... even if the language is 'CUTT' - but when running, it can be 'connected' together, for this...need, track...]

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"The star-shaped fluid should be the galaxy."

"I think so, and the cutting that Cutt was referring to...she was probably trying to emphasize the role of dialogue in differentiating individuals."

"Shouldn't the function of dialogue be communication?"

"It's so special coming out of your mouth."

"...Do you have to mock me like this?"

"How come, this is a sigh from the heart."

Facing the impatience in the pair of light purple eyes, Aumer replied with somewhat helpless words.

Seeing how the other party turned his head back again, squatted down again, and picked up the cards, shoes, packing boxes and other sundries caught in the gaps between the overturned tables and chairs, he couldn't help reminding road:

"I suggest not to pack those things."

"?" The other party looked back and frowned dissatisfiedly.

That gaze was not difficult to understand, and he couldn't help being helpless again at the opponent's hostility.

"It's not to trouble you, it's just that this activity room was originally a combination of a utility room and an activity room..."

"Anyone want this here?"

"exactly."

"...Ha," the brown-haired horse girl looked speechless, and after she withdrew her hand trying to tidy up the room, she looked back at him, "Are you all used to this kind of environment?"

In fact, I'm still used to it... Omer said so in his heart.

After all, his own room was also a mess.

It looks messy, but it has a specific order, which is why he prevents the other party from tidying up, because in this respect, the kid at the teahouse is the same type as him.

Half of this activity room was originally a sundry room for teahouses. All kinds of strange objects were crowded together with discarded tables and chairs, but she could always find what she needed.

In contrast, the laboratory that originally belonged to the tachyon half was orderly, clean and tidy in the universal sense.

It's hard to imagine that this is held by her who can't take care of herself, but it's not hard to understand when she thinks about how much she cares about the experiment itself.

As for Bourbon who also entered the event after signing a temporary contract with Omer...

Her locker fits seamlessly into, and looks like part of, the clutter of the café.

But Omer thought for himself, and felt that most of these contents were part of personal privacy, so he shrugged in a short silence:

"I think that's probably not the point right now, don't you think, Miss Vega."

Now it is the fourth day after school starts, and the new universe that is still drifting in the cyberspace has also sent back the reply message sent by Omer three days ago.

Being 'punctual' as one of the super-agents called it, the devil couldn't help but wonder what kind of algorithm the 'three-day' forecast was achieved.

But aside from the algorithm, although the reply from the new universe was short, the three AI goddesses attached great importance to it, and even specially assigned a certain 'assistant' to come over.

Admire Vega
During the break between classes in the morning, her interview was earlier than the three of Omer's subordinates.

It also shows the suddenness of his visit.

In this regard, Omer's mood is quite bad.

It's not that he has any opinion on this assistant, but that he didn't receive the news in advance about such an important matter.

The AI ​​shouldn't have made such a mistake, unless they did it deliberately, or they ordered it.

how to say?

It would not be difficult for him to understand if the Goddess felt offended by the gambling game back then, or was dissatisfied with his wording.

After all, the Three Goddesses are no more humble than those bottom-line gods who need faith to rescue them. After so long, a half-breed demon and man came out to bet against them, and they showed no humility at all—who are you sending to?

The reason for being willing to accept it can only be that the bet itself is to optimize the racing career of the horse racing girl, or is it that he has expectations for the devil-man hybrid?

Omoben was not quite sure what the goddess thought of him, but felt that if the goddess really liked him, it would probably be based on the good words of someone nearby.

People like the real uncrowned king in the center, Chairman Akikawa Yayoi and his like.

Think about the lifespan of the goddesses, how many great people have existed in their long lives?
That's probably innumerable.

Even the golden age started by representative Qian Ming and ended with a big shock, in the history of horse racing so far, it is just one of countless ups and downs.

In the vast ocean-like history, there are not many outstanding horse girls or outstanding trainers, and there are many pioneers of generations and times, and Omer Linton's current achievements...

Too small to mention.

But Yayoi Akikawa is different.

She shoulders amazing power and is closer to the location of the three goddesses than anyone else.

But she is not the only spokesperson in front of the gods.

Her style is clear and lively, naturally in the gray ink of power, smearing a vibrant and beautiful demeanor.

Such people are rare no matter how you look at them.

It's like a ray of sun, higher than the top of the mountain, covering the stars and the moon, yet warm and natural.

Just as a new day will always come, people are used to it.

The most important thing in the world is never those shining and sought-after stars and idols, but those supporters you take for granted.

The former is always replaced with the tide of the times, and the latter is creating the era itself.

The same goes for the era of horse racing.

There are always a group of people who are at the forefront, bringing dazzling brilliance to the era itself.

Some of them bear the glory of the three crowns, some of them wear the uncrowned laurel crown, and some of them are fighters who shoulder the dream of an era. Even if the curtain ends sadly, their glory will not be damaged.

[The reins of Junchuan: I just heard from the Arab Lord AI Godolphin that Miss Orihime Aimu has been assigned to assist you, so please get along well] 4 minutes ago.

The disdainful person who once burned out on the field probably understands the true meaning of Comet better than others.

But now Susakawa is just a secretary to the chairman of the board, he can only pay attention to the situation of the students as much as possible, and at the same time, he is busy with the inexhaustible affairs.

Most of the students don't know the past of that secretary, and even many trainers can't break through the blockade of materials, and they will call out the subtle name of "Green Devil" when they are drunk, and feel that the secretary is too much in many cases. Too serious.

But Omer can't be like them.

Looking at her emergency contact, even if Omer felt unhappy about the goddess' "suddenness" on purpose, he would not immediately go to the goddess to line up and strike sideways.

The information analysis of the new universe is indeed a top priority. Although he still does not need an assistant, he gave up the straight ball after a little consideration.

Although it is true that the love of Orihime these days has become a lot more cheerful, and she has a few genuine smiles that are not suppressed, but that is also the situation when she gets along with Zhenjiling and Narita Road.

Facts have proved that the so-called "free self" also has an identification authority.

For the group of people who are unfamiliar or even have a shallow relationship, Aimu Zhiji's attitude has not changed much, but occasionally she can say: the function of dialogue is communication-it is normal for others to say this, but she is very surprised when she says it if.

This is not to expect a 180° change in her attitude towards Omer.

Considering her long-standing resentment towards Umastar, this change of attitude can be 60° even if it is beyond Omer's expectations.

70°, no more.

No matter how much he would suspect that "sister sang" had taken away his love for Orihime.

Making up for mistakes is a common word in many situations, but it is not applicable to interpersonal communication, because the human heart has never been a free mold like soft clay.

Where there is harm, there will be traces, and taking care of it like this is like a stick in the throat, unless your heart is as clear as the sun.

This exception was made because Omer knew girls like Datuo Helios, Narita Lu, and Special Zhou.

But obviously, Ai Mu Zhi Ji is not among them.

Although Omer doesn't feel that he has hurt the other party in any way.

At most, it was the 'calling the police' that left the other party with a long black history - I apologized for this at the beginning, and mentioning it now will only make the other party's eyes sharper.

But seeing Aimu Zhiji looking around the activity room so cautiously, as if she would be trapped by a sudden trap if she took a step, Aumer could only admit helplessly:

Although she knew what was going on, she seemed to be very wary of herself.

He even has an obvious misunderstanding about himself:
"That means you really like this kind of chaotic environment?" She frowned, still clinging to the previous topic, "How often do you clean the activity room?"

"Once a day? No, it depends on the specific situation. Sometimes the tachyon experiment gets out of control and needs to be cleaned up several times a day... What are you remembering?"

He watched the other party take out a small post-it note and a portable pen from his skirt pocket, feeling confused.

"Guaranteed to record once a day, occasionally many times..." The girl just wrote to herself, and then raised her head to hallucinate the surroundings, "The teahouse students and the others are working hard."

"I think there is some misunderstanding in this." Omer only felt that he had worked very hard, obviously he was responsible for the cleaning up several times.

"No, anyway, I'll bring a cleaner next time."

"what?"

"As a helper, I will come here often until I find the horse girl named New Universe."

"If I think about it, on the communication..."

"I don't want to add you to the newsletter...that is, to contact...being smart is enough."

"It's understandable, so how about we return to the analysis of the answer in the new universe? There will be training with the teahouse and Rongjin Miss Shining later on."

"...Rongjin Shining?" Unexpectedly hearing this name, Aimu Zhiji was taken aback for a moment, then frowned slightly.

"Didn't she have a trainer?"

"That's true, but I didn't say that I would be in charge of her training. In fact, the teahouse just wanted her to instruct me in making pastries, and Bourbon was also interested in it, so I contacted the trainer lady."

"……pastry."

"Is Miss Vega interested too?"

"Don't call me that casually."

"Ah, yes, since it's on campus, then... Is Orihime-san interested?"

"No."

"I think so too."

"But today's schedule is very empty...can I go and have a look?"

"? There is nothing you can do."

(End of this chapter)