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Chapter 1018 NO.142: Wrong judgment often comes with a price

Although we often say that reading the air is a talent of the Japanese, in fact, the atmosphere guides people's hearts equally.

The only difference is whether you are immersed enough.

There are corresponding research cases in psychology and the field of mysticism involving psychology, especially the infiltration and alienation of individuals by group atmosphere-this is a long-term topic.

The recent incarnations of some old rulers have become active, which has directly increased the number of new directions for academic garbage.

But that goes too far.

Returning to the topic of atmosphere, one point that cannot be ignored is that there are three types of people in this world who can easily break the "atmosphere", an extension of group will.

One of the brave men known to the world.

Just like the red-haired high school student in Du Juan Terrace who repeatedly resisted the will of the group to assimilate, his bug-like courage was the main reason why Gullit chose him.

The second is the childish/madman who goes his own way.

These two completely opposite types of people can be exemplified by Lemule and Lapland. Their essence is their own set of rhythms. The atmosphere is something they can easily control. They can point out the emperor's new clothes and enjoy the flow of the crowd.

The third category, excluding the above two, is the indifferent person who has no sorrow or joy.

Even if they rely on the support of the group, they still don't care about the will of the group. They stay in it for a more stable life, and get rid of the group for a more stable life. This type of people is very close to the second form, but they are often better than the second form. Kind of weirder, even hollow.

There is no arrogance that suppresses everything, and there is no emptiness that penetrates everything. There is just indifference.

Omer Linton has been such a person since he was a child.

Rather, it would be better to say that when he was a child, he was the stage that best fit this description.

There is neither the expansion of concepts brought about by running around in life as a teenager, nor the excitement of experiences in youth that are ups and downs enough to shake oneself.

Just like the childhood life of most federal citizens, Omer's childhood in his own eyes was calm and stable, lacking drastic changes.

What makes him different from the second type of child even in childhood is that his thinking does not have the plasticity of ordinary children.

Nor can we talk about the transparency of a few children.

It was just apathy.

Even though Morrison's adoption brought about a sudden change in the living environment, it was not enough to shake the child's ego.

Because that earth-shaking 'ecological' change is still meaningless to a child who ignores the world.

Only when he feels, discovers and witnesses by himself can he move towards a teenage mentality.

Only he can change himself.

Before that long process came, little Omer Linton ignored all obstacles in life.

Especially the cowardice of the human heart.

Compared to the awkward person who needs the right time, place, and right people to speak out the words that are deeply buried in his heart, he appreciates the straight-forward and mechanical magnanimous person more.

In other words-

Admire Orihime and Miura Bourbon.

The two can intuitively show the boundaries between little Omer's likes and dislikes, but this is just an attitude.

Regardless of the perception of young Omer's memory, even the real young Omer still knows that existences like Miura Bourbon are very rare exceptions.

In comparison, although it can't be said that someone like Orihime is a bad person, it can't be said to be that rare either.

And since I live in a society composed of the majority of people, I have to accept the fact that there are many troublesome people.

But at least, he hopes that such people can be frank enough when facing himself.

Just like now, after suppressing Sunday's tranquility, he turned his attention back to the somewhat stunned girl.

"Speak out your unfinished words."

Amidst the boiling sound of the oil pan on the side, and the sound of the black-haired horse-eared woman chopping meat with gnashing teeth, the little boy's eyes reflected the other's entanglement.

"I never like the development of things like this because I gave up the words that should have been said because of a hasty interruption."

"What about you?"

he asks.

“Since the words were finally decided to be spoken, it can be said to be an important message.”

"If you were given another chance, would you be willing to say those unfinished words?"

Although he said such harsh words, he could not let Sunday Serenity pick up the speech of admiring Orihime.

This is not a question of whether he can do it, but whether Sunday Serenity can do it.

A rude woman who always relies on courage and violence to achieve things, and leaves all her patience and gentleness to her sister. If she has to improve her speech skills, it is difficult not to suspect that she will be intimidated very naturally.

The boy who spoke then was still the boy who could only stand in front of the stove by leaning on the platform. With a complete memory and information about the other party, little Omo knew what he should say.

It doesn’t need to be complicated, it doesn’t need to be lengthy, just a paragraph.

Awkward people have their own persistence, which is the high wall they build from the bottom of their hearts.

Either because of fear or because of self-esteem, it cannot be destroyed.

That's their comfort zone.

If you want to see the other person's world, don't destroy everything about the other person.

You should make the other person think and make them willing to take the initiative to step out of that high wall.

Even if she only took half a step.

"I want to say..." Orihime mumbled while looking at the ingredients rolling in the pot.

"Please, I'm listening."

The boy did not stare at her, and what she originally wanted to say was not directed at Omo at this moment.

Why only increase the pressure on the other party and make the other party hesitate and hesitate to turn the atmosphere into a second confession.

Glancing at the surprised look that Zhou Jingjing cast here, the boy knew that the other person was the kind of person who thought it was a confession when a girl opened her mouth.

So she'll be chopping meat here.

Wrong judgment often comes with a price, but chopping the meat is the best outcome. As a professional Mefilas, little Omer dared to make a judgment.

"Even for those things in the past, I am still grateful to you..."

You see, that's it... Little Omer picked up the fried food in the fryer and glanced at the disappointed Sunday tranquility.

"Keep your hands on."

The level of indifference with which he reminded the other party to continue chopping meat could be said to be a capitalist who had been caught since childhood, which restored the status bar of gnashing of teeth on that Sunday.

But at this time, a message came from the side: "And now, I like the trainer even more——"

The originally low voice suddenly changed a little, and finally the tone was longer, causing both of them to turn around in shock, and saw the admiring Orihime looking at them with an unusually bright smile.

It's so brilliant that it can generally be called a ghost.

And this is indeed the case.

"...If you do this, I'm afraid Miss Aizhi will be very angry, sister-san." Little Omo turned around helplessly and looked at the big casserole in front of him.

Then he was held in a soft embrace.

Then he rubbed his face with irresistible heat.

It's really rubbing your face, to be precise, it's the most intuitive way to apply it.

Little Omo was expressionless and held in the arms of Admiring Orihime in an unusually intimate manner, like a p-faced cat that was caught and rubbed wildly by a cat sucker.

"So soft, so cute! It's indeed so cute, Mr. Trainer!"

"Sister-san? Can you be more reserved? I might be killed with you if you do this."

"Hey?! Are you, Mr. Trainer, going to commit suicide with me?!!! So shy!!!!"

"I don't think this sentence should be understood this way."

Some tried to argue, but others turned a deaf ear.

"Mr. Little Trainer, can you call me sister?"

"I don't think so. This is a matter of life and death, but I think even if I don't scream, your sister will be forced to lose my memory when she reacts."

The little Omer, who had no resistance, or rather could not resist at all, showed a calmness and arrogance that far exceeded his youthful state. This was also a professional judgment.

Faced with an offensive like Maruzensky Plus, there was no point in resisting. It was better to endure. At least the opponent's strength would not twist your neck bones.

So at this moment, he was letting the other person hold his face and rub it wildly, looking at the stunned Sunday Jingjing with dead eyes and the order not far away waving his hand to hit the gourd.

Forgetting that Sunday is quiet, how long does Miss Ling intend to lurk?

"Then since it's like this, just scream!"

"I refuse, please release your sister quickly, and I can still get a suspended sentence."

"Eh? But she has already fainted."

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(End of this chapter)