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Chapter 1714 No.330: Bright String Sound

Back to a few minutes ago.

After saying goodbye to Zhen Jiling who greeted him in the morning, Omer Linton pretended not to notice and went back to his hotel room.

It's naturally quiet here.

There was no ambush by Xiao Qian or Horhaiya in advance, no visit from Ishamara and Chelenina, and no sudden visit from Ling Lai in the dream to be gentle.

Spend the night in another room and do some simple washing, changing and adjusting in your own room.

The latter represents this little journey at the moment.

This itinerary is so short that even the most clingy people won't insist on it. It is a rare opportunity for Omer Linton, who already has a lot of pressure in life, to have free time to allocate on his own without sharing it with others.

Of course, although this is the summary, the person’s own thoughts and opinions are the key to measuring value.

There are highly independent people who fight for every inch of their own free time and never allow anyone to touch it. There are also sharing-oriented people who are particularly insensitive to adjectives such as "belonging to themselves" and "free time" and prefer to share some time with others rather than emphasize individuality.

However, there are only a few people who can really go to the extreme. Most people in the world are complex polyhedrons that manifest themselves in different directions, and Omer Linton is no exception.

He is undoubtedly a social animal who is obsessed with "rest time". After the scale of his interpersonal relationships has expanded, he will occasionally yearn for "time that belongs only to himself", but you have to say how obsessed he is with this kind of time...

Only when he was pushed to the point of feeling dizzy would he yearn for a chance to catch his breath like a person on the verge of drowning. Most of the time, he was as casual as he was at this moment, letting his Digimon partner jump out of the screen and run straight to the glass of water on the table.

"What evil ideas are you planning?"

After stopping the room's AI from giving the initial command to open the window for light, Omar turned around and saw the witch beast, who couldn't sit on the sofa and had to continue sitting on her flying broom, just opened the lid of the cup.

Look at her and the black cat on her shoulder, they both stretched their necks out to look at the water cup, looking like they were thinking hard, as if they were about to use some amazing wisdom.

"Why do you have such a bad idea? I'm trying to find a solution for you!"

"Do you want to try to see if the Digimon drinks the medicine and see if it works?" Omar asked with a smile.

"That's a bad idea!" Witchmon was speechless. "Is there any way to find out what kind of medicine this is?"

"If we collect some samples and feed them to the analyzer to figure out the composition, we can probably simulate the efficacy of the medicine with the computing power of Li Dazhuanfei."

"Where's the analyzer? Is it still in the school activity room?" Witchmon seemed really curious.

But it is true... Considering that this is a potion specially made by Alisuko and his gang to play a prank on Omar after what happened last night, it is rare to be able to resist being curious.

"Don't think about it. We'll talk about it later."

Omar picked up the water glass and made it disappear suddenly as if by magic, only to have a purple test tube replace it between his fingers.

"Are you...doing the drug in reverse?"

"…? That's a very constructive idea," the demon said with a metallic tremolo. He stabbed the cork with his claws and twisted it to pull it out steadily. "It's also the closest you've ever come to the concept of a 'witch'."

"…You're not going to drink it by yourself?"

Seeing him turn back into a human again, the witchmon was a little surprised that the test tube in his hand was raised higher.

"What effect does it have?"

Omar did not answer. He just drank the whole drink, connected to the network with the monster computing power that was so powerful that no one could see the beginning, and gave orders to the AI ​​in the room.

"Don't look at anything indecent. Miss Witch should stay away."

"I'm a Digimon, so don't look at me."

"Wait until you can refute that you are not the witch lady." Omar, who had shrunk slightly, raised his hand.

The slightly longer sleeves did not prevent the black data ring from retaining its data volume, pushing the witchmon closer to the screen behind her: "Hey, hey, hey, so what if I'm classified as a lady in your human culture? I just live a little longer, right? I don't look any older!"

"Preserve the young lady's mind first." The young man Omer was ruthless and indifferent. His palms, which were wrapped like fists by the oversized Digital Soul, continued to increase their strength. His entire body, including the broom and the black cat on his shoulder, were pressed halfway. The demon Digimon on the screen screamed: "Hey hey hey! Don't push hard, it hurts! Obviously, the young lady doesn't care about seeing these things! Those reference videos you left are all like that-"

"That's too much talk, go in."

His body shrank further, but it did not prevent little Omar from pressing his hand completely into the screen and issuing a standby command to dispel the light screen.

At the same time, the butler who had been waiting for a few seconds had already handed over a pair of swimming trunks, a shirt and a jacket in children's sizes, as well as a set of casual clothes that Omar had requested.

Of course, Omer was quite skilled in disguise and could change clothes quickly, so in fact, Witchmon was only stuck on the screen for a dozen seconds before she saw the light of day again.

The partner who had become quite small also received a surprised look:
"I was prepared for you to switch to the room management system and fight back, but you just kept hammering the screen?"

This made Mikomon feel awkward: "Ah... I forgot just now."

"Life is too comfortable. Many Digimon who live with ordinary human workers have gradually lost their fighting sense and flexible thinking."

"Cricket, how dare a kid like your partner teach me a lesson like this!" Witchmon jumped out of the screen again, but before she could jump out completely, the little fleshy palm covered with the Digital Soul pressed her forehead and pushed her back half a meter.

"But a spellcasting profession like you can even be suppressed by a demon larva in terms of physical performance."

"You obviously used the Digital Soul's enhancement!"

"Don't make excuses. The strengthening effect of the Dark Element is not ideal. After all, it is not a Courage and Banchang Specialty Element."

"Perhaps you should also try to write some power content into your digital core. After all, you already have redundant data that most of your kind have not been able to accumulate."

As little Omar spoke, he looked at the bracelet on his raised arm, and grasped the real water cup with a virtual hand gesture.

A cup that was tampered with by Airi and Sirius.

Obviously, although Little Omer and Big Omer can share memories, they do not have a unified style.

Therefore, it is reasonable that the two have different views on the same glass of water.

But after staring at it for eight seconds, little Omer chose to collect the liquid instead of pouring it directly into the mouth of the witch beast that had secretly flown out and was muttering to the side.

"I don't want to. I use that data to evolve. Why should I use it for dangerous experiments that could easily deform myself? You've been getting more and more obsessed with experiments recently. This is because you're living too comfortably..."

"Witchmon, aren't you following?"

Seeing that she was reading endlessly, little Omar had already walked to the door before turning back to ask.

"Eh? Wait a minute, tell me why you drank the drug even though you knew it! Is it because you didn't get enough rest this time?"

Although Witchmon did not recognize the bottle of reagent at first sight, she immediately recognized it when she saw Little Omer, and her memory of its effect was also revived - it was a medicine tailor-made for the demon's physique, and it could balance the balance of the soul and the flesh by using the energy saved by returning to the physical state when the spirit was extremely depressed.

In other words.

How much younger Omer becomes after taking the drug depends on how sleepy he is.

And the boy, who looked no more than ten years old, did not look like he had simply stayed up all night.

However, she had laughed at this point at the beginning. Witchmon, who was already inexperienced in the ways of the world, could detect this even without the help of this medicine through some of her partner's abnormal behaviors of 'turning off the terminal early and turning it back on early in the morning', which was simply unbelievable for a data geek.

Not to mention that she and Omer have known each other for quite some time, and occasionally she would imitate her partner and observe him on the screen, and she could also notice the topic that he deliberately interrupted in his conversation with Zhen Jiling early in the morning.

As long as you keep watching from the side, you will find a lot of doubts. Each one of them is a verbal bullet that can be loaded, and you can more or less understand the fun of being a partner.

But none of this had much to do with her problem.

She still couldn't understand her partner's actions after he saw through the problem, even though he gave an answer at this moment:
"It's just an expression of my attitude. It proves that I am willing to make some concessions even though I have seen through it. This concession can make both of us feel less worried. Even if someone is still dissatisfied, they have to accept that the potion has played a role in making it more childish."

"It's just a technical adjustment. There's no need to get too hung up on it, right?"