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Chapter 1380 No. 286: Isamara/Skadi turned over again

[Brother, were you okay yesterday? There won't be a ship sailing on the calm water! .MP4] -AM6:50
"..."

It was already 7:14 when Omar saw that the sound was like the audio of someone who had not woken up yet.

As he had just noticed the text message at this point, he naturally had no right to complain about Bize. He was also sleepy and even had some residual headache and nausea from a hangover.

As for the dizziness that often accompanies a hangover headache... that is an illusion that will be dispelled the moment you wake up.

When I opened my eyes, I was drunk.

At that close distance where he could feel her breath, Ling's peaceful sleeping face made Omar stunned for six seconds.

Especially when he looked down and saw a deep canyon without any dust or fog, his gaze would be withdrawn or even moved upwards as if he had been electrocuted.

The shocking scene almost made him lose the ability to think. After all, rational logic must operate in an understandable world. When the universe is placed with unknowable rules, it will only be blank or output some useless results.

Just like that, among the common debuffs of hangovers such as headache, dizziness, nausea, stomach discomfort, and cognitive confusion, he immediately picked out the two points of "dizziness" and "cognitive confusion". When he woke up in this way, he suddenly realized that the feeling behind it seemed to be not right.

Someone was hugging me, holding me tightly as if I were a pillow, and even putting his legs over me.

If it is Chena, the area of ​​oppression is probably not to that extent.

But if it was Qian, the height would not match the position of the arms and legs that could be felt under the touch.

"…is that so…"

"..."

“I can still learn more…”

"..."

Dream, dream talking?

He immediately recognized that it was Ishamara's gentle voice, and thus the demon who had remained silent during the prolonged stiffness, fell into an unprecedented state of clarity as he was repeatedly controlled by reality.

And this clarity of mind, as to the question of why I had a hangover, naturally emerged from the clear memory files.
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"It seems that I still can't beat my elder sister."

"..."

Under Omar's subtle gaze, Shu, who was standing in front of the big table in the courtyard adjusting the dishes, sighed without raising his head.

“…Is there any hangover soup?” Omar was hesitant to speak, and finally gave up the discussion of Shuna’s ability and returned to the present moment.

"There are two bowls on the table next to you, right?"

"..."

Omer, who had been thinking about how to ask for a portion for Qian without being looked down upon, now felt relieved. He did not mention the accident of the girl stealing Ling's wine during the chaos, but just walked silently to the next table where the other party pointed.

Then he looked back again: "What's the other bowl?"

There were three bowls of medicinal soup on the table. With similar colors and mixed smells, Omar couldn't tell them apart at first glance. He could only get closer and sniff them to identify the culprit that gave the breath the smell of Chinese medicine.

"Your medicine soup," Shu responded, "remember to drink it together."

"By the way, you..." Speaking of this, she finally turned around to look at Omar, only to see that he had already picked up the bowl and started eating, and the angle of the bowl seemed to have been half full.

"..." Now it was her turn to stop talking, "...at least ask about the efficacy of the medicine."

"Do you drink medicine when someone gives it to you?"

Although he thought that was true, anyway, Suzi would find ways to make him drink it, and he was already used to the premise of at most making a condition, but it was still too troublesome to explain such an inside story.

Considering the fact that a one-sided explanation would only deepen the misunderstanding, Omer simply asked: "What is the effect of the medicine?"

"To make up for the deficit, even though you are young and strong, you still need to pay attention to your health."

"...That's what you said."

Omar said dryly, having to admit that he also had times when he was short of words.

He is not yet comfortable discussing such topics with a friend of the opposite sex, especially since this friend is the younger sister of the girl he had spoken to last night.

Of course, the impression that Shuna has always given people is also one aspect.

Even though the other party has always been mature and dignified like an elder, the demon, who has little sense of generational distance because of the similar family background, only has an intuitive sense of "generational suppression" at this time.

This is somewhere between "mom" and "grandmother". The feeling of talking to you about sex is really strange and awkward. It is indeed a life achievement that observers don't really want to unlock.

As for whether this medicine was necessary or not... Omar himself, who hadn't had a physical examination for a while, was not very clear about it. However, he could confirm from the memory files that last night was indeed the first time in the real sense that the two were evenly matched.

The addition of Sui Pian and the humanoid Kaiji greatly improved the inhuman indicators on the battlefield, and gave the only human "Win" some breathing space.

He no longer gets shot down and knocked unconscious early like in the past, waiting to be resurrected by watching a small advertisement to buy halftime time for his only teammate.

Unfortunately, the human challenger had a habit of playing too much. He didn't use the hard-earned safe time to assist. Instead, he couldn't resist the curiosity and touched his teammate's wonderful tool... "Then I'll take this bowl of hangover soup away first."

When Omer thought about the image of that person who was a loser and was completely unaffected by the battle situation and the list of teammates, he felt that Qian should maybe start a live broadcast.

He is so loyal to his character that there is no need to worry about his reputation falling apart. The combination of emotionality + poor technical skills + good looks + apology mode influenced by Far Eastern culture and education + young people's desire to perform is completely born out of the show's effect.

It would be a waste of her talent if she didn't start a live broadcast. Even if she just stayed there playing games instead of singing or chatting, Omer believed that she could make a name for herself. Not to mention that she was also well-known among some time travelers. The recommendation of "Gulite Universe" could directly attract traffic, and even her own popularity could be monetized...

The more he thought about it, the more he thought about it. The demon looked strange and thought that this might be a formal proposal.

But before that, he had to pull her back to reality from her hangover haze and pack her up to go to school.

To be honest, although he didn't know her in detail, Omar had the impression that Qian was doing quite well in school.

Although he was not very successful, he was at least a local bully. He easily surpassed Du Juantai's stage of being the class heartthrob who relied on his power. Skipping classes was probably not a problem for him, and he could even ask for leave as the other person's boyfriend and guardian.

Of course - the person who better fits the definition of a guardian is Alexis Kelliff, but his position is extremely subtle, and Omar feels that if he really needs to take a leave, it would be better for him to do it himself.

But she had managed to persevere through even the most difficult weeks, and with this sunk cost in mind, Omar believed that Xi herself did not want to break it.

"...Little, little snake, you are back again, and you are still...three!"

"Then you should drink this hangover soup. How can you still be more drunk after such a long time? Is this some unique chemical property?"

"Hey, I don't know... little snakes... you always... drank this by yourselves before. You're so, so cunning!"

"Okay, okay, drink the soup."

"Good... um... gulp... puff! Not too bad to drink?"

In a daze, after drinking the hangover soup that was improved with local technology and was almost like the legendary elixir in the past, the man's eyes suddenly became clear.

This also prompted Omar to quickly carry her to the bathtub, and wash her body step by step like taking care of a young lady. Of course, he did not forget to take off the coat he had just put on, leaving behind the waterproof suit.

This time, thanks to the year, it’s not just the kitchen that has undergone a modern makeover in this courtyard, but also the bathroom.

According to the information obtained at the banquet last night, this was Nian's attempt to open a hot pot restaurant in the hot spring.

Regardless of whether the attempt failed or not, and regardless of whether she was criticized by several sisters in turn, at least she did contribute to the upgrade of the bathhouse.

"Shu's handwriting, do you still remember what you should do now?"

"Push that whale girl up and let the little snake mess her up?"

"It's 7:16, SP-Miss Akane, you have 24 minutes to prepare for class roll call."

"What! Is it already this late?" Miss Qian said anxiously, standing up from the stool. "Little Snake, take me to school!"

"Are you sure?" Omar, who was splashed with water by the man who stood up suddenly, wiped his face expressionlessly, "Why don't you put on some light makeup first?"

"Oh, yes, first... uh..."

Qian was about to take a step when Omer pushed her back down again and stuffed a shower head into her: "You have to realize that you have a part of your body that needs special attention. Otherwise, I suggest you bring a spare pair of underwear."

"……" Following the other person's gaze, the pink-haired JK realized belatedly and her face turned red.

Even with the addition of strong teammates, it does not mean that the damage tolerance can be reduced.

But after defeating CG over and over again, she has become more or less accustomed to it. Miss Shinjo has developed a sad adaptation to becoming a puff and doesn't feel awkward even if the cream spills out.

This is a bit too sexy. Even Omar had to leave quickly: "You deal with it yourself first. I'll go out and get your cosmetics. This will save some time."

"…oh."

Although it was a weak response, it did not prevent Omar from receiving it. He nodded and disappeared from his original place, and soon came back with the cosmetics. At this time, Qian showed another subtle adaptability - her extremely efficient handling showed that she was familiar with the process, but it allowed Omar to make time in her simple process to ask the questions that could not be allowed to appear in her condition yesterday.

"Xiao Qian."

"I'm the one who mentioned Linggu to you, but Ishamara..." He turned around and glanced at the girls who were still sleeping soundly in bed.

Especially the leader of the herd, who had fallen asleep and was woken up by Qian's pinching of the face when Omar came.

It is difficult to say whether the identity of a newborn can bring a bonus to his deep-sea hunter/sea heir-like physical fitness in alcohol processing, but the wine that Ishamara drank obviously contained more than just alcohol. After tossing and turning, he fell asleep again and the result was a deep sleep. After losing Omer as a pillow, he was dragging Texas, who looked a little uncomfortable, as a substitute.

I don’t know if it was because he hugged me too hard, or if Texas himself dreamed of something similar to Lapland.

"Why would you let her join?"

"Because I'm still a little angry, I have to torture you." Qian looked at the mirror while lifting up her bangs and drawing her eyebrows.

"Is there such torture?" Omar curled his lips.

"Yes, and it's a torture that only works on you."