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Chapter 1247 No. 154: Unreachable, therefore shining
There are no abandoned classrooms in the nursery.

The buildings will be rebuilt, the desks and chairs will be refurbished, and the more critical educational equipment will also follow the trends in the education industry in the Demon World, and adjustments will be made every few years.

In the midst of all that has changed and people have ceased to exist, who is missing someone?

The feathered serpent's curious eyes looked around and finally fell on the old man and the young man.

Although the visual feedback was extremely awkward, among the information she could find, the only thing that was not a secret about the former was his age.

Even among the Sarkaz group she knew, his age, which was about to reach five figures, was definitely not young.

With such a long life, he can almost be called living history.

but……

Studying inanimate objects is different from studying living people, especially in terms of cost.

Dead things will not intentionally hide themselves, but living people have the concept of "hiding" engraved in their bones, so you need to find extra ways to spy on their value.

The simplest example is now:
O: "The third grade classroom... I wasn't even in the third grade at that time."

Han: "In the third year after you left, Old Goode finalized the reorganization. There were extra children that year, so each grade had extra classes."

"I remember saying it on the Internet."

"Didn't you give up at the beginning?"

"Since we have discovered its obvious value, it would be inappropriate to give it up."

"Very good, then do you want to go and see the original sports field?"

"Why not? I was concerned when I came here that the space seemed smaller than before."

"The track and field events in the Demon Realm have never been ideal, and the friendly matches with Uma Musume in recent years were a heavy blow."

"Ah, that's understandable. Under the same energy conditions, only those who have specialized in horses can compete with each other..."

Listen, what are they talking about?
Although I didn't expect this old devil to tell me some secrets from the past, I did expect to hear information about Omer Linton's childhood.

But the result… If you want to ask whether this counts as childhood-related information, then of course it does, but what’s the point of talking about the development path of the alma mater and the horse racing project oppressing other track and field projects?

Without even noticing for a few seconds, the topic jumped to the bone flute not far away, and then extended to the fact that the medicinal value of the magic beasts used for making flutes has taken a new direction in recent years, leading to an increase in the price of the flute!

This topic track paved with memories is too all-encompassing. Even Holhaiya, who is very good at extracting information from complex conversations, only feels that these two people are just chatting about life.

They talked about family matters, work, and the difficulties faced by their students, but if you were to say that they really talked about everything, they both avoided talking about the recent situation and did not talk about Xiao Qian, Texas, and Omar's adoptive father.

There was no talk of Omer's job as a trainer at Tresen.

But when talking about the more than two years they lived here, the two of them obviously didn't have such deep nostalgia, nor did they have so many topics to talk about.

So their topic increasingly turned to the present, and the current situation of the nursery.

Although some curious and enthusiastic children came forward to greet and ask for help, which served as an interlude to temporarily pause the topic, after properly handling the problem, the two of them were able to resume the topic easily and naturally, as if these were the focus of their meeting at the moment.

When this conversation continued to the end, until he and Mr. Omer walked away under the gaze of Ms. Hannah and arrived at the gate of the nursery, Holhaiya finally stopped maintaining that superficial smile and broke the previous politeness of not speaking actively.

she says:

"What the hell."

“A very restrained comment.”

Compared to Holhaiya who looked back twice on the road, Omer Linton did not look back once. He just raised his eyes to the air, as if waiting for something to evaluate her.

He did not forget to comfort her: "You have worked so hard and have been patient enough to complete this journey."

Both he and Hannah had given Holhaiya opportunities. When other teachers greeted her or other children asked for help, they would ask her if she wanted to stay and kill time. And the fact was that the feathered serpent obviously shook his head.

Even Xiao Qian's remarks were used as a shield by her.

When she claimed that she was there to look after Xiao Qian, Omer still remembered the even more bizarre expression on Miss Qian's face when she saw her.

But there is obviously no need to expose it.

Maybe it is possible...

Thinking of the pink-haired JK's reaction which was obviously still unacceptable, he felt that having more explanations was a good idea.

As for the reactions of the Nanny to the multiple irrelevant people on the 'Nostalgia Trip'... she accepted it with her usual tolerance and kindness in front of the children, making both of them accept that there was a small... Omer had to admit that the visual outline of Miss Quetzalcoatl's height + outer robe + exoskeleton, which was fully armed, could not be described as a small tail.

But since this big tail can be so quiet and patient, it is still worthy of some praise.

"What's the matter? Ha~~~ I'm just a little bored," the woman yawned and stretched, causing Omar to look away. Seeing this, she just narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Aren't you looking for her to investigate the follow-up of that matter? Then I will show some serious attitude~"

"But is this considered a success or a failure?" she suddenly asked again, turning her head to look at the nursery that had been left behind. "You are just having a very fake nostalgic chat, and you haven't talked about any serious business at all."

"Success... starts now."

Stopping at a corner where it was convenient to wait for the bus, Omar raised his hand and turned on the public setting of the light screen, allowing Holhaiya, who was walking next to him, to see the unread messages on it.

[Thank you for coming all the way to find me, little Omer]

【And the news you want is in this software】

——————Hannah sent you an apk software "Magic Origin"

Refuse
Receive ←

"Don't you check it first? What if there's a virus?" she asked, looking at the file. She also saw Morrison.exe peeking towards the file in the corner, and her eyes became strange.

This also allowed her to avoid Omer's scrutinizing gaze.

Because of the distance at that moment, when they spoke, their breath was as sweet as orchid, but because there was no physical contact and what they saw was also the screen, Omar could only say that the other party just lacked a sense of distance.

If you ignore it, it will be ignored. If you actively point it out, it will probably be used as an excuse to make a fuss.

The young lady was always calm and frivolous in this regard, which reminded him subtly of someone.

That was the CEO of the Two Worlds Security Bureau, his other universe self.

It is hard not to feel subtle with such associations.

"She doesn't have to do that." Shaking his head, he saw Omar, who had completed the download, clicked the installation button, then looked back and saw the familiar red light. Just as he was about to raise his hand, he saw that the staff that Holhaiya always carried with him burst out a visible green vortex of wind, which instantly created a brief gap in it.

It 'healed' again a few meters after passing over the two people, and crashed into the driveway and buildings, bringing with it a series of shrill and noisy car horns and cracking sounds.

The magic energy tide, a local feature that reminds us of urban reconstruction, is also in full play today.

"As you heard before, she never asked me to stay or invited me."

"Ah, indeed. I almost vomited when I saw the two of you pretending to reminisce," Holhaiya said frankly. "You clearly know that the other party is pretending, but you still insist on talking about the past and sighing about the present. Is that also your hobby?"

"It's not that interesting, but perhaps it can be considered a ritual. Ordinary rituals are to please the gods, but walking all the way just now is to please Mammy."

“…Then she is quite easy to serve.” Quetzalcoatl was speechless.

"Indeed, as long as you prove that you have not wasted your talents and become mediocre, she will be satisfied and will not even want to keep you or make you hesitate."

“I actually understand her.”

"Because you are really the same kind as she believes?" Although Holhaiya was not present at the time, her intelligence network cannot be underestimated.

"No." Omar shook his head and said softly, pressing the open button of the software.

"I understood it from the trainer's direction."

"Eh?"

"I hope the children's spirits can be maintained, and their desires will not deteriorate. At least before they retire, I want to see them still as eye-catching and even dazzling as when I first saw them..."

"This kind of tangled mentality is really easy to understand."

"Confused?" Holhaiya didn't think there was anything confusing about it.

Isn't this just an ordinary wish for the other party to do better?

"It's love, Miss Holhaiya."

"All hope comes from your appreciation of those looks. The more hope you have, the more it comes from liking them. That liking is so unstable in desire that it can easily deviate towards selfish love."

"But you also know clearly that the more selfish your love is, the further away she is from what you hope she will be."

"It's not that she has changed, but your hopes for her have already changed without you realizing it."