Chapter 101 His luck is really weird (13)

During a good lunch break, instead of staying with Treson, he would run outside. Unless the furnishings in the laboratory were not comfortable enough, there would naturally be other things.

Still two things.

There were emails from his alma mater, notifying him of the issuance of electronic diplomas and inquiries about whether the physical diploma should be mailed or collected in person, and there was also a sudden contact from David's older brother, Mann.

The latter is indeed unexpected, but it is reasonable.

Because in Omo's initial thoughts, David's friend should be Omo who noticed the changes in David when he was still in Tianmen City, and might want to meet him.

But he was still in Tianmen City at that time, and if he really wanted to see him, it would be after he came back.

There was no news on the first day, so Omer didn't pay much attention to it. The sudden contact today was probably because of what David said when he went back yesterday.

Omo, who is far inferior to Bizegaard in terms of the memory reserve of time travellers, or the "two-spined ape concentration", has an impression of Mann that is only a patchwork image.

That was a team leader that David could only look up to.

If he contacts me...

Omo had a lot of thoughts at the moment, but in the face of the many stares he received after entering the campus, he decided to wait until then.

As the fields of use of electronic diplomas become more diverse and comprehensive, the status of physical diplomas is naturally in jeopardy.

When it comes to collection value, the collection value of this thing is also related to the person involved.

Nowadays, there are very special jobs that require you to show a physical diploma, but these jobs do not include trainers.

The reason why Omo came here specially was not that his sense of ritual suddenly got in his way and he insisted on getting a physical proof, but simply to return to his alma mater to see.

After the college entrance examination, I entered the vacation. It hasn't been long yet, but it still feels like a lifetime ago.

Especially when the students unanimously ignored the issuance of physical graduation certificates, so that he was the only one sitting down in a huge classroom, the sense of alienation became even stronger.

From time to time, high school sophomores and seniors who have not yet finished their semesters and still have a few days of classes to attend will pass by in the corridor.

Most of them were laughing and making fun.

Before they should rush forward, they are focused on counting the time until the end of the semester and looking forward to the longest summer vacation among the holidays throughout the year.

The only things that can make their expressions drop are the school bell and mock test papers.

The most extraordinary days in life are also during this period.

I have a preliminary understanding of the world and society, and I am experiencing the enthusiasm and restlessness of adolescence. I have goals, ideals, and motivation.

There is no difference from a horse racing girl.

But thinking about it, every racehorse girl was originally a human baby, and only after being chosen by the alien destiny of the racehorse soul will she show her transformation.

But just as there are differences among racehorse girls, there are also differences between people.

Compared with those students who have happy families and can even show off the amount of pocket money from their parents and elders, Omer has never been able to participate in such topics and can only watch and observe them as always.

"Even if your classmates are not here, are you still like this?"

The familiar burly figure, pointed ears and antlers, and the green color on his face - to be precise, just the hair and beard. Looking at the dean who appeared at the door, Omer's attention that lacked focus was also able to focus.

"You came so early." He smiled.

"I didn't get there early. It's already the end of the third period." The dean put the document under his arm on the table and handed over the ID he was holding in his hand. "You are the only one willing to come and get it."

, I might as well install it for you."

"Ah, thank you, head teacher."

The dean, who was as well-behaved as he was when he was a freshman in high school. Seeing that Omer seemed to have not changed much, the dean moved his eyes away and looked at the corridor at the door.

The school bell has started to ring, and it's time for the students to go back to the classroom, but he has no classes left.

"As I said, you are the only one. If there are more children who are willing to come and collect them, I will definitely not have the leisure to do so."

The dean politely said no thank you and added:

"Maybe I should say thank you."

Looking at the child again, he sighed, "Having a student willing to come to school makes me feel a little better."

"Is it that uncomfortable?" Omer was a bit confused about which pot he was not going to open and which pot he was not talking about.

"Three years of education and three years of getting along. At least give yourself a good ending, but everyone thinks that the end of the college entrance examination is the end." The majestic face of the middle-aged night elf was also filled with helplessness as his brows furrowed.

"Only one person came out of more than forty people, and it's you."

"Ah, I don't have any objections to you, I just thought you were the least likely to come."

"You should be busy after all, right?"

As he said this, he actually sat down directly on the seat in front of Homaur, facing him.

Most of the students could not imagine that the dean with a terrible reputation could have such an approachable attitude. Those students should also have some opportunities, but they didn't come either.

The adult who had been disciplining them for three years finally had the opportunity to put aside his position and be a kind elder, but he only faced one student.

And this student is precisely the student who lacks educational experience the most.

Because he was too worry-free and had no real sense of education, it was difficult for him to be called a 'student he is proud of'.

"If it were Bize, I believe he would be willing to come, but it's a pity that he is repeating the grade." Someone stabbed his friend silently.

"Most time-travelers do pay more attention to paper documents than contemporary people." The dean nodded, still remembering that special enough student.

In the class where life goals were mentioned, only that child gave the most botched answer.

Almost everyone among the contemporary young people living in the Holy Federation of Terra has ideals and dreams. Even students like Omer, who have a harder and harder life than other students due to family reasons, have different goals.

And Bize's goal is to simply goof around.

It seems that living here is enough to achieve your ideal.

In view of the different environments in the previous worlds of the time-travelers, the dean could not say anything at that time, so he just smoothed things over and moved the topic to other students.

Since he took office, he has received and educated hundreds of travelers, and he knows very well that the environment in some other worlds is bad, difficult, or even extremely harsh.

Even the goal that some time travelers just mentioned was just to 'survive'.

Other than that, things are considered luxuries to them, and it takes courage to even reach out.

There are also some slightly better time traveler students who, although they have decent ideals, are too shy to talk about them, as if ideals and dreams will be ridiculed by others.

He is obviously such a big person.

They haven't really adapted to this world yet - every time I see a similar scene, the dean sighs in his heart.

"How is he doing?"

"Kouhai said he wanted to come to Treson to visit me, but he didn't dare to come. He said that he had recently added more than 20 games to the game library and decided to play them thoroughly, but I never saw his online pop-up window appear, but I can open it.

My friend subscribed to several source energy research channels.”

"Perhaps I'm finally ready to make progress." He said calmly.

Describing the behavior of an infant alien will only make him feel like a researcher.

"Although he probably thinks that this is a sneaky trick on me, and he can give me a surprise later."

"Then this is a good thing?" The dean smiled.

"As long as it's not three minutes of heat."

As the person who single-handedly brought about this change, Omo can only say that he is a little relieved, but not overly happy.

"By the way, I also suspect that he will go to some dangerous areas to have opportunities."

As a time traveler, it is quite common to think of yourself as the protagonist, especially if you are from an F-class alien world - there are almost no supernatural powers in this alien world, and the development of science and technology is still in its early stages and the universe has not yet been opened up, which highlights the flowering of creativity.

I don’t want to think that the protagonist of the tragedy is also the protagonist, who is not the protagonist of his own life.

However, Bize has always been quite self-aware, far from that level. At most, he is just a bit lucky.

"...Then isn't this very dangerous? We need to warn him quickly!"

Although he was talking about a student who failed to repeat a grade, the dean still showed a touching sense of responsibility.

"Just a warning is of little significance. I actually planned for him a set of possible points in the boundary gate area on the way to guide him," Omo raised his elbows, crossed his fingers and put them on the tip of his nose, and looked at them.

Looking back, "From martial arts to source energy, there are different levels of training grounds and the probability of big figures appearing. Maybe he is experiencing the sense of anticipation of visiting the holy land in search of opportunities."

"Wait until he comes back exhausted and complains."

"...You're really not afraid of something happening to him. It's easy for things like that to cause accidents."

"Because I also distributed a copy of "Twelve Security Alarm Methods Even Bize Can Understand"," Omer said with a smile at him, "The police station in Jiemen District and the Terrorist Mobile Team

The combination is quite reassuring.”

"...How about yourself?"

The dean, who had nothing to say, sighed and turned the topic back to the principal.

"I'm quite busy. I took an opportunity to find a trainer position at Central Treson."

Saying such outrageous words in such an understatement, the man recalled his impression of the excessive threshold for the Central Trayson trainer to take the exam. He didn't know whether to say that this kid was hiding his clumsiness or that he had some special tricks.

He had no doubt at all about the possibility that Omer was pretending to be fat. He just felt that given the child's complicated situation, it was possible that he could belong to either side.

This thought also made him silent for a few seconds, and then he sighed with emotion:

"I was still thinking about whether your condition is not very good and whether you want to come and visit in a few days. Now it seems that you will find a way out for yourself."

"Life can find its own way out - this statement was once criticized by biology teachers as being biased. Too many lives have perished."

"Luck is very important when you are struggling, and my luck is quite subtle." Omo smiled.

"It's good and bad, right?" The dean changed the subject with understanding, "So now that you have become a trainer, what about the mercenary job?" "I'm going to open a firm and take care of both sides."

"It will be very busy, right? Do you need help planning?"

He suggested enthusiastically: "I have also helped many students who are mercenaries, but if you choose to open your own firm, I will probably only be able to help you with a few lines."

As a time traveler who has settled here, the dean is one of the few teachers who has no prejudice against students choosing mercenaries. After all, most time travelers are registered as mercenaries.

That is a common choice when you cannot adapt to the local environment immediately, and compared to the group of people who wandered around for a long time and then chose to settle down, the office seemed to have a much more stable start.

"Is that what you're talking about?" "Clock Tower, Rhode Island."

"But it's just a line. You have to rely on yourself to make the real connection, because the connection between me and them is not deep."

The dean said, pointing to the teacher's certificate hanging on his chest: "I have only accepted a few students from their side before."

"Like David and Miss Grey?"

"Yes, oh, speaking of David, the Edge Runner Agency where that kid works is also suitable for allies in the early stages. I can also try to contact you."

"That's not necessary."

"oh?"

"Mr. Mann has an appointment with me, just after that."
Chapter completed!