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Chapter 1149 NO.56: I won’t say it either
'Living with good people is like entering a room with orchids, and if you don't smell the fragrance for a long time, you will be transformed into them. Living with bad people is like entering a house with abalone, and if you don't smell the smell for a long time, you will be transformed into them. '

——"Confucius' Family Sayings. Six Books"

Humans are creatures that are constantly changing. Omer once realized this truth in the ancient Tom Yam saying above.

Long-term interactions with people touch the soul, while long-term interactions with objects shake the physiology.

Even a strong mind cannot resist such subtle changes, and in many cases you cannot tell whether this change is good or bad, especially the latter involving instinctive physiological changes.

Omo, who had been able to look into each other's eyes through the camera, had no doubt about his keen spiritual sense, but such a keen spiritual sense was not a good thing in his work as a trainer.

Because of his reputation and because he is always in and out of the public eye, he inevitably has to face too many and too many eyes.

At this time, it would be no problem as long as Gilbalis' computing power is kept there. Even so, Ormer Linton is not keen on such a mechanical and tiring way of life.

So the current situation will appear:

——When faced with too many gazes, his spiritual sense will tend to be blunted.

There was no time to pay attention to the emotions in those numerous gazes, unless there was a particularly eye-catching and deep stream of malice among them.

Standing out from the crowd like that can make Omer look back immediately.

But obviously, there is no chance of that unless at Central Treyson.

However, if the gate entry scene in the running record is repeated, there is probably still a chance that it will trigger the 'alarm' in his eyes. However, after that, until today, Bai Ren seems to have adjusted his condition in Omo's eyes. His gaze no longer seems so 'out there'.

Even the gaze that was supposed to be direct at the moment, in Omer's spiritual perception, was like the other students and colleagues staring at him, not worthy of separate labeling.

It’s lost to everyone—but maybe it’s just on the surface.

After all, if it were those racehorse girls, trainers, doctors, etc., they would at best be a little timid, shy, or blinking when they look back at me.

A very few people would think they were being intimidated and just glare at them.

This made Omo feel a little innocent. He was obviously just looking back because he was being stared at. However, not to mention the above reactions, Narita Shiruhito's reaction obviously did not belong to any of them.

An independent situation worth setting up a new range may bring some observational joy, but he still has to face the scrutiny of the idols on the side.

"What is she doing?" Detective Qianming asked, and then he hit the nail on the head, "What did you do?"

"what can I do?"

Omo was stunned and took the stamp collection form she handed back.

Although Shirita Narita's reaction was so direct and suspicious, considering that he was an acquaintance, he was willing to pretend not to see it even if the other party was a master of operations.

After all, he knew so many divine people, including Da Ao who kicked the door of the activity room early in the morning, and Xiao Ao who awkwardly followed Da Ao in. Sero, who had been bothered by the enthusiastic little girl recently, was in a bad state. It was almost time for Omer to feel that the chairman should take action.

Let's quickly get another Ultraman trainer in Central Trayson, so he can shine as the Giant of Light, Chairman-san! !

Omo wanted to let the Chairman use his magical powers to accept this Poo, but this matter really couldn't be rushed.

So he could only use his usual tolerance to deal with Shenbi and others one by one - and then he found that someone around him suddenly started to behave like Shenbi.

This mood is so subtle, it's probably just fighting against the epidemic and fighting against the sun coming from someone around you. What's going on? Are alien viruses also contagious?
Ultraman Keren is really an alien, but your horse racing girl was born and raised in this land... Ah, horse racing girl is half a time traveler...

That's okay. "If it's convenient for you, could you help me ask?"

With his usual tolerance towards gods and humans, Omer tried to dispatch this 'colleague' who was not low in professionalism.

Yes, colleague.

From the Tereson level, although Representative Qianming is a veteran of the Triple Crown, he is currently more of a school worker working in the infirmary, and is essentially at the same level as a trainer and other on-campus professions.

But looking beyond Trayson, Omer still remembered that the other party really had detective work.

Although detectives and new-age mercenaries are still not the same thing, their actual business scope overlaps greatly. Detectives can be said to be mercenaries who do not want to follow the crowd.

Just like some racing girls who stubbornly refuse to enter Teresin despite running races, there is an obsessive pursuit of standing out.

Of course, for a free girl like Representative Qianming who has a permanent job in Teresen and has a lot of documents, her identity as a detective is probably a waypoint on her road to certification.

If you are able to take the exam, take it. The Triple Crown winner will not be short of the registration fee.

But as we all know, certificates are time-limited.

Compared with verification, whether you can continue to live is more important.

Omo didn't doubt that Qianming was a stamp collecting contestant who just "didn't care after the exam". His trust in the other person was as unthinking as his question at the moment.

"Oh~ Then will you pay the investigation fee?" The brown-haired girl also showed a bad smile, "If I really let you investigate and the problem is yours, should I still spend money to keep it quiet?"

"Then it's really time to ask Miss Qianming to show your respect." Resisting the urge to put his fingers on the terminal and take a picture, Omer picked up the list, exited the demon form, and walked out of the infirmary.

Immediately, another magical light spot reflected the light that broke into the room, and the dull sound of footsteps like webbed fingers on the ground faded away, proving that he had simply walked away.

This left her to continue here, and he waved towards Narita Shirito, who was still staring at the door, but could see him because he was facing the same direction.

"Xiao Bairen, is it convenient for us to chat?"

"Qianming, I'm sorry, we still-"

Seeing that Omo could hardly see his back, Bai Ren tried to catch up, but Qianming grabbed his arm.

"The result of that practice match hasn't been decided yet, has it?" she said.

He immediately smiled and raised the sign-in stamp in his hand.

"I heard that you are starting to get back into shape. In that case, how about a run with me?"

"..." Faced with these words, Narita Bairen finally withdrew his gaze that had always been outside the door.

"Yes, it should have been like this a long time ago." Faced with such a sharp and dangerous gaze, the smile on Representative Qianming's face became even wider, "Compared with chasing after Omo, you are more of a horse racing girl, aren't you?"

"He won't run away, you don't have to be so anxious..."

"...you..." These words inevitably made Bai Ren's competitive eyes startled. When he looked at this brown-haired horse girl who was also an old-timer in the fishing world, he was somewhat stunned.

"If you beat me, I won't say anything, but if you lose..."