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Chapter 1400 No. 19: Believe it, there are sufficient reasons to believe it
The situation was a little out of control, so Omar thought he had to agree to what could be defined as a request.

Although he came here this time with some expectation that they might be able to chat about something, it was obvious that this invitation to the bedroom was completely beyond his expectations.

After all, everyone's bedroom can be said to be the ultimate stronghold of personal privacy. No matter how many secrets are hidden in it, just revealing its appearance and structure to others may cause people to scream in fear like a hamster.

This time, it was more of a request than an invitation, and it didn't seem like Miss Aiori's usual style. Perhaps it was something that Hayabusa and Ji Ling would do.

But if we combine this with what was undoubtedly said by my younger sister, and really think that it was Ji Ling who came up with something...

“…Just sit here.”

"OK, all right."

Looking at the girl pushing an ergonomic chair towards him, with her slightly stiff movements and tense facial muscles, Omar found it hard to believe that this was part of her plan.

Especially when the other party turned around to find a seat, his eyes were so tense and restrained that he couldn't help but say, "You can just sit on that lazy sofa."

“…No, I’ll just sit here.”

The little Orihime, who had glanced at the big light blue bag several times in just a few seconds, showed her rebellious mentality after that moment of hesitation and chose to sit on the bed full of dolls very stubbornly.

But the obedient sitting posture with legs together and palms slightly bent on knees still showed a sense of nervousness and lack of preparation in Omar's eyes.

Thinking that he was not the only one who was out of control, he looked at the unexpectedly girlish boudoir furnishings. His first impression was the countless dolls, his second was the various types of dolls, and his third impression was...

No third impression required.

His thoughts had drifted away as a habit that was like an occupational disease, to organize and summarize the various gains from his observations and present the scene of someone living here.

From the dent in the lazy sofa that had never fully recovered, from the discomfort of the ergonomic chair he was sitting on in terms of height and armrest position, from the trajectories formed by the differences in the diffused odor molecules, he could imagine the body shape of the owner of this boudoir, how she was accustomed to sitting, and in that formal or casual appearance, what kind of worries and fatigue would make her choose to lie on the bed and bury her face in the rows of dolls, squeezing out the gap in the current queue.

Among them, the stuffed doll that was especially favored by the owner of the room and was always pressed under his cheek...

Oh... this is really out of control.

Looking at the various animals, cartoon characters, and even some Umamusume dolls, which are obviously the various rewards won in the claw machine, and the Q-version plush dolls with deformed outlines that are obviously "oppressed"... It is difficult for Omar not to focus on the white double horns like threaded thumbtacks, and the other side's back, with a glimpse of more than one pair of small wings.

More than a month ago, he had disdained such doll designs.

"Will fans who are into evil dark aesthetics really like this? Is there really a market for evil mascots like those in magical girl works?"

He once said this to the product manager who handed over the sample. It seemed like a question but was actually a sarcasm. The manager just smiled mysteriously and said there would always be a market.

He said so, but Omar did not quite believe it.

I feel that this kind of thing is more suitable to be used as a medium for curses. The characteristics are relatively restored and the theory of idol worship can be directly used to save the process of obtaining hair, nails, etc.

Of course, it's just a feeling.

If the purpose is to target a demon like him, the actual process of casting a spell is always more complicated than this. Regardless of the sales volume, the income from the image copyright alone is a windfall, and he has no reason to stop the production of Shenbi peripheral products, which was originally planned to be of low production volume.

Half a month later, the first batch of finished products were put into commercial sale.

Linton Office also received a physical express delivery, which was brought over by Chelenina at the Penguin Logistics sorting station. The content was naturally a sample of all styles for different movements, which was thrown to several girlfriends by the magic man who was very old.

There are seven kinds in total. They can decide how to distribute them themselves and it doesn’t matter if they throw them away.

Apparently, Omer has always been quite pessimistic about their value. After all, the previous publicity has been in a rather dark, cold and ferocious style, with soft rubber, bone carvings, leather cases, helmet-style peripherals, and even the audio customization was done with a demonic sound quality to record all kinds of inexplicable cruel words and sarcasm.

Suddenly, a group of Q-version demon puppets were mixed into this peripheral series, and even the fillings were made of materials that emphasized the soft texture. The contrast was so great that it seemed like a collaboration between Doom and Animal Crossing.

Maybe some people like this weird thing, but when it comes to the road to commercialization...

He thought that the incident was over, but a month later, reality continued in such an absurd way, which also made him
It also allowed him to redefine the current situation.

"wait wait wait!"

Following the undisguised gaze, I saw the collection on the bed. The little junior high school student was as lively as a rabbit, and his diagonal pounce was like a goalkeeper trying his best on the football field. He blocked the line of sight and covered the dolls, but made the suffocating air spread even more.

Now Omar believed that this was not a smart idea.

At least, even if all this was within her plan, Aizhi herself was unaware of it.

"Come back and sit down." He leaned back slightly, leaning against the not very comfortable chair back.

His eyes immediately turned to the ceiling decorated with cross-shaped lampshades. The countless pendants hanging from it had a familiar material, which made Omar thoughtful.

"Will it be more natural if I then turn off the lights?"

Although these words might sound somewhat ambiguous to others, the girl immediately executed them. When the lights were turned off, just as he had imagined, the countless crystal pendants hanging from top to bottom, as well as the outline of the lampshade, all glowed.

There is no temperature, but the stars form a fairy-tale sky.

“Great design.”

Omar murmured in admiration.

"My mother designed it," Xiao Aizhi's voice came from not far away. The source of the sound was a little low, obviously coming from the lazy sofa. "She and my father... have always believed that I was a star given to them by God..."

If it were Miss Aiori in normal times, she probably wouldn't say such embarrassing words... Omer thought, what he thought and what he said were not consistent: "But you don't think so, so they hope you can see it."

"Well... Actually, I saw it too, but..."

"It's just that you can never see yourself as part of the stars." "There's always a little distance between you and your family."

"Ah."

"Is it still like this now?" Omar continued looking at the pendants.

The demon's eyes glowed faintly red in the darkness. His excellent night vision was an advantage, but it didn't fit the atmosphere at the moment, so he never let it go.

“…No…I think I can understand a little bit now.”

"That's good. In fact, on this point, I recommend that you talk more with New Universe."

"New Universe?" Xiao Aizhi didn't quite understand why the child's name appeared.

"That child is very good at describing the people around her using stars. If you still have questions, she can answer you."

"She..."

“There are always some geniuses in this world who can achieve a lifetime of accomplishments at an age when others are still accumulating.”

"Like Kallen?"

"It can also be said that although she is still far from her goal, the achievement of the Selfie Angel is indeed something that many people can only dream of."

"Target? Actually, sometimes I feel that Kallen is a lot like you."

"Especially in this state?"

"…I really want to deny it, but the way you talk now is just as annoying as before, and you seem so sure about everything you say."

"It feels very familiar to you, doesn't it?" Omar sighed, and finally lowered his head to look at the purple eyes that were looking at him in the darkness.

The light reflected by countless crystals in those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the darkness.

"Three years ago, it was around this time. Umastar hadn't completely stopped writing yet, and Ms. Vega was still doing her own thing."

"At that time, I said that all the stars that can shine in the dark are celestial bodies that burn themselves, but a single star cannot illuminate the darkness. It is just a manifestation of drinking poison to quench thirst..."

"Stop talking," Xiao Aizhi interrupted and even turned her head away, "I was so stupid back then..."

This shame came too late. Shouldn't it have come at the beginning when I opened the door and talked about my parents? Omar held his forehead helplessly and then said, "I think Karen didn't look so sure when she was chatting with you."

"She always seems to be discussing something with me." As soon as the topic was brought up, Xiao Aizhi turned around again and stared at the pair of dark red snake eyes in the darkness without any fear.

"But she just seemed to be negotiating, just like you when I saw you last year."

"So... will you hate her?"

"No... She's a good kid."

"Although I am very relieved, I also feel very intuitively that there is discrimination. Is this gender discrimination or racial discrimination?"

"I...I don't hate you either."

“That’s really comforting.”

Omer, with his hands on his knees, shook his head and slowly stood up, as if ready to leave. Xiao Aizhi saw this reaction and stood up anxiously:

"No... That's not what I meant. I wanted to say..."

"That's it, Miss Vega."

He turned around, interrupted her words, and turned on the light switch beside the door, letting the warm light illuminate the two people's expressions, one calm and one panicked.

"Don't let Kallen and your sister's thoughts interfere with you. I'm here to talk to you about the same things as before. As for other topics, are you ready?"

He raised his hand, pointed at the doll on the bed, then across the entire bedroom, and finally...

Although he lowered his hands, little Aizhi could still look down at herself at this moment from his bird's-eye view.

"You have been reckless, arrogant, and immature."

"..."

Little Aizhi, who was in silence, found it difficult to raise her head.

"I was so stubbornly convinced that I was right that I nearly lost the person I cherished most."

"From the first day I met you, I have watched you implement those hasty decisions from beginning to end. With your blind will, you hurt many people who care about you and failed to live up to their expectations of you."

"Take a good look back at your past and think about what to do next. I know Miss Vega can't do that."

"..."

"But if it's the ayabe who signed a temporary contract with me..."

"..." In the same silence, little Aizhi raised her head and looked at the young man's slight smile in surprise.

"I've seen how dazzling she is on the court. I believe she can do it, and I hope you believe in her too."

(End of this chapter)