Chapter 466 NO.49: Just a remote-controlled morning exercise citizen

Author: Gu Xinxuan

Chapter 466 NO.49 is just a remote-controlled morning exercise citizen.

"Brother, why don't you participate in the business?"

"How new is it?"

"Eighty percent, many people from the universe are participating, I think you must be interested!"

"Is there a note?"

"If you move slowly, it will definitely happen. If you hurry up, it's still too late."

"How many parties are involved?"

"have no idea."

“Has a risk assessment been done?”

"No, didn't I just come to inform you after I received the news?"

"I guess this is news about the Clock Tower, Chaldea, and Digimon."

"Huh?...Uh, am I on Mars?"

After hesitating for several seconds, the caller behind the screen finally responded.

The caller in front of the screen already had a calm tone: "You are the fourth person to come to me this morning to ask if I want to participate. Rather than being tired, I am more curious about what you think of me."

The person on the other end of the screen was silent for a moment, as if thinking for a moment, and asked tentatively: "...A spaceman, a perfect participant in the monster incident?"

"How many incidents do you think there are happening in this world every moment involving cosmonauts and monsters?" the screen said quietly, as if even the room for anger had disappeared.

"Isn't it true that everyone I can come into contact with is you."

"Please don't talk like that. A man's coquettish tone is just disgusting."

"This is just my dialect habit!"

"…I see."

"You are hesitant! You don't believe me, brother! There are regional dialects in Tom Yam District that speak like this! This is a habit!!"

As if he had been stabbed in some painful spot, the emphatic shouting was so loud that many passers-by turned around and looked at the young man doing his morning exercises.

The young man seemed to have a thick skin that was not afraid of being stared at. He looked straight ahead at the road ahead and said calmly to the light screen on the call display: "You are so noisy. Hasn't Baalmon X educated you?"

"He's not my father!"

"It's not just...your self-understanding is quite clear."

"At least you have to help bring food before you are qualified to call me daddy!"

"Alas~" Omo sighed, feeling that he needed to reflect on his habit of extending the topic with the other person.

He is clearly an efficiencyist, but he still falls into Bize's nonsense trap unconsciously, and at this critical juncture——

——The crisp reminder bell rang again, causing Omer to skillfully raise his hand and cross out the red dot that he didn't like to see.

Another new news.

Ranked above the message boards of Chaldea, Kingdom of Light Office, David, and Miss Desert Hero.

This time it's...ah, Xing Jialai.

The magic dragon from the Hall of Return also came to inform him, this monster lover.

This matter has really become more and more serious, ever since the Clock Tower's public declaration of crusade was issued in the morning.

It only requires confirmation from the directly related members of the organization. Even well-informed mercenary friends, ponygirls, and netizens from Guiyuan Hall, whose research on staffs is work and monster hobbies are life, have come to inform me.

Everyone seems to think that he will definitely be involved in this matter.

Although I am indeed interested, it is really inappropriate...

"What are you sighing for? So you really don't plan to go?"

The person on the other end of the screen was still asking. Bize was very concerned about Omer's thoughts. Iomer guessed that this person might be using himself as a talking point, like bragging about 'I have a monster brother' or something.

This is still relatively conservative.

Like a brother who appeared in a voting magazine or something... He didn't want to think about it.

At this time, he heard footsteps that were more rapid but more steady than those of pedestrians on the roadside, coming from the high-speed biological passage beside the sidewalk:

"Master?"

"...Trainer?"

Both Bourbon and Tea House were a little surprised that Omer didn't speed up his pace very much. After all, during the morning exercises on weekdays, although the other party would not turn into a devil and run along the Ma Niang passage with them and others, he could still run very well.

Pretty fast.

And they, these horse girls, have a sense of time and distance in their hearts.

There is an obvious error in the trainer's position.

"Make a phone call," Omo, who kept walking but did not speed up, pointed to the relatively empty mid-air, and then said, "You guys should run first. By the way, where is Tachyon?"

"...behind." The tea seat pointed behind him, and immediately accelerated his steps again.

Rather than talking to the trainer, she cared more about the morning exercise itself and... being caught up by Tachyon and making sarcastic remarks.

In comparison, Bourbon is not as urgent as she is as the competition date is getting closer and closer, and she still maintains the same pace as Omer——

——This is probably a dangerous behavior in the horse girl's passage, so Homais called her to the sidewalk.

And she came up and said: "It is judged that the condition of Team Tachyon is an imbalance caused by the recent adjustment of work and rest."

"At least I'm willing to adjust. Just like an experiment, I always like to step on the dead line of my own planned research." Omo said angrily.

"Eh? What are you talking about? Are you chatting with Ma Niang?" Bize on the screen was in a strange state.

"Not only that, I'm even running." Homare said, raising his hand to signal Bourbon to return to the highway, and then patted her head gently.

He whispered something that seemed to have no beginning or end: "Good boy."

But these words made Bourbon's ears stand up, and he turned back to the expressway, widening the distance with obvious acceleration.

Coming here specifically to tell Tako that this situation is normal is also a particularly clumsy expression of concern from the cybernetic horse girl.

Another trainer might not be able to understand.

Seeing her gradually running away, Omer listened to Bize on the screen questioning: "I didn't hear it, not even a breath."

"And you're not afraid of being distracted? You're running and talking at the same time."

"You might as well move your head and think about why I'm talking while running. By the way, I don't have time to go. My horse girls are going to compete. I suggest you bet on them to win."

"Eh? When? I will definitely support you! Come to the whole audience!"

"It's a bit difficult. You only have one and a half days to catch the racecourses in three cities."

"What a mess it is for you to be so dense," Bize suddenly couldn't understand, "Can you catch up on your own?"

"I can catch up." Only at this time, Omo's answer finally showed obvious emotional fluctuations.

That is an emotion called confidence.

Sorry, if you have the ability to teleport, you can do whatever you want.

Although complex and unfamiliar terrain is more difficult, it is convenient to simply rush.

For the 3D coordinates of the public area, just go to a few teleports and check the official jump website to find out.

And even if Bize relaxed his mind a little while talking to his brother, he should have realized that Omer has indeed mastered a very convenient life skill now, so he sighed:

"...Okay, in that case, I won't interrupt your running. Send me the name of the race later and I will plan the route."

It all involved planning the route, and this kind of support was rare. It made Omer's plan to go alone change his mind slightly: "...It's not necessary, just come to me when the time comes, and I will take you directly."

"OK!"

After he finished speaking, he hung up. A few seconds after that, Omo turned his head subtly and looked at the high-speed biological passage. A certain gray-white guy was stepping on the lower limit of the speed limit of the high-speed biological passage.

Catching up side by side.

It may be a kind of torture to let a horse girl who has just adjusted her daily routine go to the horse girl channel, but Omer actually does not support it.

But this was the client's own idea, so after thinking about it, the trainer gave up the idea of ​​helping others.

He is not a demon, just a devil.

Seeing how confident she was at the beginning, but now she seemed to be turning into snow-white ashes, her heart, which had been bombarded by the morning's Mars messages, seemed to be re-injected with vitality.

Even the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The usual cadence of "trainer~trainer~" is somewhat playful.

The cadence at this time is just a long, weak sound.

Ling Omo responded gently: "What's wrong? Miss Tachyon?"
To be continued...