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Chapter 1093 NO.217: But, there are still masters!

Homais hadn't experienced anything like this for a while.

A feeling as if the day has become extremely long.

It's just normal to say it's ups and downs.

It's just like saying that it has turned around a thousand times.

It is said to be torture and pain for only a moment.

But all this did not stop him from feeling like he had experienced a lot that day, and he wanted to sink into the sofa, sighing that it had been a long time since such a day - but it seemed that if he looked carefully... the last time he was so tired didn't seem to be very far away. .

What kind of thing is this... He couldn't help but sigh.

Then I carefully thought about the past, the last time, the last time, the last time... I couldn't help but wonder what the situation has been like in the past six months?

Have you been cursed or blessed by something?

Should I go to a place like God’s Blessing Music Class to check again?
The medical insurance and physical examination discounts included in the trainer's subsidy should not be wasted!
After finalizing this plan, Omer quickly gave up his thoughts.

This was a source of energy skill that he had specially learned when he was still a teenager to forcefully adjust his mentality.

It sounds very strange, but it is quite common in various sources of energy cultivation schools.

Especially for certain schools that focus on the practice of mind, self, soul and other fields, they can branch out and produce multiple versions.

And what Omo learned is a fool's version that has gone through many improvements, reducing the actual effect, but greatly relaxing the threshold and making it easier to get started.

If you subscribe and scan the QR code for 70 yuan, you will immediately receive an in-depth immersive tutorial, including teaching and learning, but the specific effect depends on your personal talent and state of mind.

And Omo's talent in source energy cultivation...

A person with high emotional intelligence can be said to be average, a person with direct expression can be said to be mediocre, and a person with a bad taste can be said to be silver.

It's not that you can't get started, but you need to practice more cooking.

Fortunately, he does not lack the determination and fragmented time to practice more.

Not to mention that the life of young Omer is far from smooth. This meditation technique is used even more frequently than many more cool attack spells.

So he maxed out his proficiency, and even tried to dismantle and ponder it when he was bored.

Because it was originally a version that was improved to look like a stupid civilian, he has really learned a lot about it.

When the girls' training status was not good in the past two days, they even thought about whether to make some improvements and teach it to the students.

In life, there is always a need for such mandatory stress-reducing techniques.

It can make life easier and reduce fatigue for the next day.

Admittedly, this is not necessary for modern people.

After all, there are more ways to relieve stress in the world today. Instead of seeking relief from within, more people are keen to seek help from outside.

Bars after get off work, parties during holidays, even beds in love hotels - these are the most common choices that Omer knows his colleagues make, and there is nothing wrong with them, even the last one, the past Omer. I can say that I have not experienced it so I will not comment, but now I can say: u1s1, qs has the effect.

But that obviously shouldn’t be a person’s main means of relieving stress, let alone a group of students.

Although it is not uncommon for ordinary students to accumulate pressure that requires the above-mentioned means to eliminate, a sports school like Central Trayson, which specializes in cultivating world-class athletes, obviously operates on a different standard.

But even if he wanted to end the present moment, a glass would still be handed to him:
"Why do you look so relieved? Have a drink as a celebration?"

"You really can use all kinds of reasons to have a drink..." Omer stood up from the soft sofa speechlessly, looking at the half body next to him pressed in front of the armrest of the sofa, as if he was facing a white flower on his chest. A free and easy woman who didn't even care in front of her.

"To be successful in life, you must have all the fun~"

"Don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon, right?" Omo waved his hand wordlessly, declining her offer to drink.

He could occasionally recall fragments of things that were both real and illusory, but he was quite used to it.

Just like he didn't know when he started to no longer refer to her as 'Miss Ling'.

This silent habit change originates from subconscious habit familiarity. Just like some cognitive changes in the middle stage of hypnosis, it is generally difficult to prevent, and even more difficult to prevent.

I don’t know when I accepted the fact that I was so familiar with the other person, and I thought that it was probably a dream to get along with me, so I took it for granted - and then it fell into the eyes of others...

"How did you two meet?"

Compared to Manchester City Tea House and Miura Bourbon who are considerate and understand that silence is golden, Orihime's external appearance has always focused on being unceremonious. In this situation, she can actually make full use of her personality to become everyone's favorite. Mouth replacement.

"Omo and I, the reason for our acquaintance is rather convoluted. Should we start with the work of the two sisters, or should we start with the visit to the dreamland..."

Ling shook his head in confusion, but the coffee maker sitting not far away had his golden eyes flashing.

"Dream..." She murmured in a low voice, her suddenly enlightened expression seemed to have solved some kind of eternal mystery.

Perhaps for a little girl who has always wanted to spend more time with the trainer and get closer to the darkness of the trainer.

Trapped in the endless busyness of a trainer and never finding the opportunity, it is indeed like an eternal puzzle with no way out. She is just waiting for a word from a senior who has already walked on this road to make her suddenly understand. Cheerful.

"Those are not important! Not important!" However, she was not given a chance to listen to the detailed sample. A certain brown-haired horse girl, regardless of her image and demeanor, almost yelled, "Guinea Pig——! Guinea Pig—— ! It’s time for you to cook!”

"..."

I have to say that although the execution is ugly, the tactics are indeed very practical.

It was so practical that Omo put a mask of pain on his face in an instant, stood up from the sofa, and looked at the raccoon dog not far away who was teaching Isamara how to operate the office counter system to register the commissioned replica. "Raccoon dog, will Shen and the others come over for dinner tonight?"

"Huh? No way, they didn't say that in advance."

She didn't pay any attention to the atmosphere in the living room, and had no time to pay attention. She was completely focused on teaching this friend of Omer, whose comprehension was up and down, and she didn't even realize why Omer asked this.

It's a bit confusing just to see the other person sighing in relief.

"At least you don't have to deal with a meal for 12 people..." He muttered about such a daunting challenge, but considering the fact that there are currently four racehorse girls among the nine, Omo's relief was only a little relieved.

As for going out to eat or something...

Tachyon spoke like that, so this option definitely didn't exist. The demon didn't even bother to ask out of luck, so he shouted to the raccoon dog again: "Let them come and gather tomorrow."

"The firm jumped three levels to C level, and the employees also need to undergo some additional training."

"Uh...I'll try my best..."

Now that he was teaching Isamara how to operate, he naturally understood why the raccoon dog could jump three levels in a row, but he answered with a very stiff expression.

I don’t know if it’s because I have to go to class, or because it’s difficult to call Ghost Snake to class.

"Well, as long as the notification is in place."

He could also think of the other party's difficulties, Omo added, and then looked at the girls who were sitting in the living room, which was quite full.

Especially Akane, who was holding a square pillow and had never talked to herself or the girls since before. She was just sitting in the corner with Chelenina.

To be honest, Homais thought the two of them should act like mistresses.

The former may not be familiar with horse girls, but at least he can have some conversation with Ling and Isamara. The latter, with his usual style, should be the leader of the topic in the girls' meeting. As a result...

At this moment, the two of them seemed like guests.

And he's an autistic customer.

The kind of guy who just sits in the corner and doesn't say a word, letting the girls here talk to each other.

I haven't seen these two send messages for a day, so I feel that my mentality has not been resolved yet. When it turns out that it is true, there are many people in the room.

"Akane, Chelenina, can you come and help me?"

He issued a laning invitation that defined a small area.

"Huh? Uh, no no no no... I can't do it..."

However, the pink-haired JK completely avoided his eyes and shrank back as soon as they met, and soon his whole face began to turn red.

Some are true, but some are false.

The black-haired wolf girl was in a better condition for the time being. She did not directly avoid his gaze. She subconsciously stood up after hearing the words: "Ah, I..."

Her cheeks were also a little red, and she didn't know if she had thought of something. Just as she was about to stand up, Akane's hand grabbed her sleeve. She immediately sat back while looking back and forth, showing a helpless and awkward smile: "I have to stay with Akane for a while."

When did you two become so familiar?
The four horse racing girls couldn't help but be surprised. Even Tako and Aori, who knew that they had fought together in bed, were surprised. Omo just nodded with a subtle expression: "Okay."

It's not that he's easy to talk to, but he can somewhat guess that this abnormal reaction and the unexpected warming of the relationship are all due to his own situation. Although he intends to communicate, there are still so many people around at the moment.

Or maybe it's because these people are... those two people behaved so exaggeratedly.

However, in addition to these people, there are even some "people" lurking directly on the screen.

Let’s talk about it later.

"So what do you want to eat..."

Before he finished speaking, he turned to look at Ling. In the latter's doubtful eyes, he remembered what someone had said.

After a few seconds of silence, he said again:

"Give me a few minutes and I'll hire another cook."

After saying that, he disappeared directly from the spot, leaving the girls in the living room to look at each other in confusion, and then turned their gazes little by little to Ling, who suddenly thought of something, and his expression was no longer calm.

"I suddenly remembered that I have to go to Mount Tai to collect wind, so I won't bother you here tonight." She said suddenly with a smile.

That smile was helpless and natural, making it impossible for anyone to find any faults, but it made Bourbon and the tea host look at her with confusion.

Just as her whole body began to become transparent, Omo, who had just disappeared, reappeared.

There was another woman beside him.

"I heard that you are going to eat here, eldest sister. It just so happens that Mr. Homare and I have agreed to exchange cooking skills. It's just the right time."

That woman is petite, passionate, and has an unforgettable hair color that makes a deep impression on anyone who sees her.

What's more, one look at it will subconsciously remind you of Ling's flowery arms and horns.

And her words solidified the relationship between the two, causing countless girls to turn their attention back to Ling, who was about to disappear, but suddenly got stuck.

Seeing her change from virtual to real, her smile became a little stiffer as if in an illusion:

"Hmm... What a coincidence... I'm really looking forward to it..."

Write the epilogue later and then take a day off!