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Chapter 1317 NO.223: Are you sure you want to ask this?
"They are already investigating. We will let you know the results as soon as we have them. But if you have any results, please remember to share them with me!"

"Of course, Chief Shi Huaiya."

"Why are you being so serious about your private number? You don't even record it for archiving."

"Indeed, if you want to be more casual, let me ask, is this a bit of a bother?"

"Excuse me... No, no, I just wanted to ask you, do you want to have a meal sometime in the next two days?"

"These two days?"

"Yeah, I think Omer, do you need to relax?"

“…Is it that obvious?”

"You rushed here in such a hurry to deliver intelligence, and it's just one piece of information. This is unprecedented. In the past, you always packaged the intelligence directly, and you just needed to take action to solve the whole thing yourself."

"But even if they're packing up the intelligence, they just want us to take over and finish it off~"

“I’m really ashamed.”

"No... I'm not blaming you. I just want to ask if something happened to you."

"…Well, something did happen, but it wasn't anything bad. It was just that after a few days of careful consideration, I made a decision."

"…Then…won't you be pushing yourself?"

“…That’s a really sharp question.”

"No, no, no! I don't mean to force you. I just think... it's not appropriate to ask whether it's good or bad. It's better to ask the person involved about his thoughts, or feelings. Yes, feelings, feelings are more..."

"It's okay, I understand. Thank you for asking, Beatrix. It's pure concern."

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But it is precisely because of this that it becomes a difficult and pointed question to answer.

Omer Linton was well versed in the art of speaking and knew how to package the purely good and bad conclusions, but Beatrix Swire silenced him with just one question.

It made him look a little dazed after he finally hung up the phone.

He was indeed in a daze, his mind empty, which was very rare.

To ease the current conflict.

Not the first time.

Whether he admitted it or not, his abnormality today was too obvious.

Whether it was Takumi at that time, or Zero later, or even when he went home for dinner, Akane, Cherenina, and He's condolences were all reporting this fact to him.

Not to mention——in the work that followed, the unspoken but extremely obvious concern of the doctor, Tracy, and Theresa.

And Holhaiya's silent support of staring at him for a long time without saying anything and just smiling.

They are all additional attacks on his mentality.

Honestly, these shouldn't be considered attacks.

Everything was done with good intentions, everyone was concerned, especially the behavior of the feathered serpent at the end, which showed his understanding as a person who had experienced it before. The feeling it brought to Omer was far greater than her previous frivolous teasing that was always pushing her too far and trying to make physical advances whenever she had the chance.

It was heartwarming, and he was grateful.

The thanks I expressed when I spoke to Beatrix on the phone were sincere, just for the care that was suddenly revealed inadvertently, which was not based on objective good or bad, but on your feelings.

It was so rare and so sincere that it was hard for him to ignore.

It’s not just Beatrix.

This high-frequency and high-purity care from the afternoon to the evening made him feel the extremely strange yet honored feedback when he looked back.

Some are nagging, but it's hard to avoid thinking about it.

Thinking about the fact that I have already made so many high-quality friends, and this is obviously not all, there are still so many people I have not met today, and my earliest brothers don’t even know about me yet. When I think of these potential possibilities, I recall myself a year ago when I didn’t know Bize, and only had a group of netizens including [Kailif].

He would think that he was still too slow.

Changes should have been made long ago, but it’s not too late to realize it now.

Omar thought so. On the computer screen in front of him, the letter he was about to send to the city hall was automatically scrolling.

This is his third time to review it.

Not for correction, but some rare hesitation.

He was confident that this email would actually reach the other party's customer service, rather than being screened out by some robots as useless mail.

After all, not long ago, he had accepted invitations from the association, the municipal government, and even the district government.

Although he rejected the promising invitations made after the meeting, he still accepted the basic publicity and simple praise.

Based on this alone, he will obviously have a unique classification among the three parties.

Every citizen has a hidden rating with the government - this long-lasting legend on the Internet is not really a legend.

It's not just the government that's doing it. Which company or even bank hasn't given you a rating?
Credit rating is also a rating. Class is something that many people hate, but it is also something that most civilizations find difficult to get rid of. Omar has no intention of speaking for the Ilud people. After all, he is also a vested interest of the class at this moment.

Just as he had said when he spoke to Shi Huaiya before, he had made up his mind after thinking about it in the past few days.

Umamusume and mercenary work.

He once thought that it was a combination of professions that could be perfectly staggered and perfectly spliced ​​and would not bring too much burden to himself.

Now it is pushing him to the brink of death.

But up to now, giving up one of the sides was still an option he had never thought of, because he was such a greedy demon that he had no right to rebuke the desires of others, and he had never hated the Sirius symbol that repeatedly invaded his territory and forced him here.

Rather, he admired her. He admired her arrogance under the high spirits, and her sharpness that seemed to be hidden in a methodical way. He was touched by the other person's true nature that he hadn't seen for a long time.

For so many days, the Sirius symbol has always been a messenger for Rudolph, always running errands for the symbolist, and always being humiliated in front of himself.

It's more like a dog than a wolf.

It was as if his spine was broken, as if he had lost his pride, so that when she suddenly bared her fangs and revealed her determination, he only felt dazzling.

There is still something shining in the woman's heart, and there is still a desire for something she longs to pursue.

What makes these dormant things come alive?

Or have they always been ready to make a move, but she just hasn't paid enough attention to her?
It doesn’t matter whether it’s before or after, because both can cause the same reflection.

Reflect on your own impurity and your own dusty desires.

Observations that should not be ignored, attention that should not be lacking, and embarrassment that should not be fallen into - these are the three major points he needs to reflect on, and they are also his last chance to struggle at the moment.

How to handle conflicts at work, how to handle the devastating blow that seven horse girls bring to a rookie trainer's career... Such questions are not without answers, but after thinking about it, he can only come up with this one answer.

The answer was in the email he was seeing at that moment.

"Aren't you going to post it?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind, making him turn his chair and look at the bed behind him that was being used less and less.

The clear blue mane sways with the long tail, just like the color of the hair, easily reminding people of the calm sea, boundless and vast enough to make people calm.

Obviously, that was Ling.

It had been a long time since she had held the wine gourd that seemed to be glued to her hand, and she didn't even carry the long staff. She was dressed in a home outfit of a sweater and long pants, which was somewhat unique.

There are probably more than one person who can make Omar feel that he has "suddenly made up his mind and brought all kinds of care to the people around him."

"How long have you been watching this?"

He squinted subconsciously, simply because he had never experienced the usual trance.

These series of abnormalities somewhat diverted his attention, and he even had a moment of doubt, wondering if he was hallucinating due to the stress.

But whether you bring wine or not, there will be some smell of wine, which is not fake.

The demon, whose five senses are acute, including his sense of smell, seldom mentions the scent of women, because that is neither gentlemanly nor conducive to interpersonal relationships.

But while they do exist objectively, they have become one of the criteria used by demons to summarize a person's information.

This is true whether it is body odor, perfume, or things like shampoo and laundry detergent.

Smell is not only a person's identity, but the choice itself also reveals the other person's inner preferences, demonstrating its practicality for profiling.

But now was not the time to empathize and imagine. He just felt that the mentality of a 19-year-old was trying to revive in his body.

It seemed as if the other person could see my dazed look and my indecisive look.

Somewhat embarrassing.

"How long have you been watching? Emmm, let me think..." Ling touched his chin, thinking, then raised his index finger and smiled, "Several days?"

So playful, so cute, and really too much - since it's been several days, do you really need to pretend that you need to think?
Are you just kidding me?

"Perhaps I should be thankful that I haven't had time to accept your invitation these days," Omar said with a straight face.

"That doesn't matter. I can avoid it."

“I wish you could say what I would avoid, not what I could avoid.”

"You really don't want me to see it?"

"Are you sure you want to extend this topic? I don't really want to talk about this topic with my friends of the opposite sex."

"Eh? A friend of the opposite sex? I thought you always treated me as a friend of the same sex."

"No matter what you say, you can't ignore the facts."

Ever since the appearance of Ace Brother, Miss Ling's ranking as a man has dropped. The competition among us female brothers is very cruel. It is enough to have one person who can call you brother.

——Although Omar couldn't shout it out to his face.

If it is a nickname that is only circulated among the fan community and has not been recognized by the person concerned, it is better to keep it within the fan community.

"That's it..."

"...What are you thinking about?" Omar couldn't help asking during the five-second silence.

Perhaps because of his already awkward state of mind, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable with this eye contact, which was also a sign of imbalance for him who was always thick-skinned.

"Think..." There seemed to be an emotion in those lavender eyes as plain as the color, which made Omar unable to read clearly, although he had never understood the other person before.

“Think about whether or not you should send that email.”

"..."

Omar, who didn't expect the topic to be suddenly changed, looked at the screen following her raised index finger and clicked "Send" very quickly.

"Yes." He said dryly.

"Right, you should have done this a long time ago," Ling clapped his hands, "You've obviously made up your mind, haven't you?"

"If you don't want to give up everything, you have to give up your original conservative style. Only those who enjoy themselves the most can live the most proud life, free and unrestrained, indulge in pleasure. You can at least do the second half of the sentence."

"And you?" Omar turned back in his chair and looked at her.

"I?"

"How come you have the time to stare at me for several days? Are you worried about something?"