Chapter 95 I don’t like having my head touched, so I’m not a two-spined ape! (Violent discussion) (13)

In one night, I came up with two training schedules for racing girls, one for the rehabilitation of Ellie Soko, and one for Miura Bourbon to return to form after her "recovery from a serious illness" and strive to be even better.

It seemed like I was back two days before the college entrance examination - I was contacted by the dean in the middle of the night and asked him to prepare initial teaching materials for time travellers.

Working overtime and staying up late, once it happens once, it’s hard to say it won’t happen again.

But compared to staying up late, staying up all night is more true.

But, what's wrong with a young man who is only nineteen years old, and who just updated his racial tag not long ago, staying up all night——

——People who think this way probably want to play games all night instead of working overtime all night.

The negative impact on young people of staying up all night calculating, arranging and considering is immeasurable.

On the second day, Omo was even forced to make a huge sacrifice - he gave up driving his happy motorcycle and honestly took the bus and subway.

His mental state is really not good, and he is afraid of accidents while driving. He is not a person who likes to force himself.

Even at the gate, Ms. Junchuan gave her a few words of concern and concern. At that moment, Omer himself suspected that his complexion had really deteriorated to such an unbearable level?

Before I left, I didn't feel anything strange when I looked in the mirror, except for a little bloodshot eyes.

I politely thanked the other party for his concern, but for a moment I never thought that the new trainer, whose performance was so good when they first met that any difference would be obvious, ran away in embarrassment in front of the chairman's secretary.

The speed was quite fast, and he was obviously just walking but seemed to be running, which made many students on the side cast surprised looks.

Especially since the trainer was going the same way as many students, heading straight towards the campus.

When someone saw him knocking on the door and entering a "legendary laboratory" but was not kicked out, it is conceivable that some rumors about the "death laboratory" will indeed begin to enrich.

As for Ellie Soko, who subconsciously looked up when she heard the sound of the door opening, she was also surprised to see Omer's tiredness. However, before she had time to speak, she saw the other party saying hello and putting his briefcase away.

On the test bench.

Then I went straight to the chair I found yesterday and sat down.

"I'll catch up on my sleep, don't ignore me."

"..."

Just like that, Arisuko, who was surprised by the set of entry-level procedures, was completely silent except for the initial greeting. She really didn't bother him. She just raised her hand to pick up his briefcase that was specially placed on the test bench.

Fiddled with it a bit.

Although he was a little surprised by the size of the interior space of the briefcase, he just pulled out the pile of training plans.

She didn't touch anything else, but she was very curious about the internal mezzanine.

But even so, when she flipped through the schedules on the pages, she still felt that she knew a little bit more about Mr. Guinea Pig.

After thinking for a moment, he stuffed the plan back into his briefcase and closed it, sighing silently.

Then he opened the bag he brought today.

New boots and a new coat, the latter she didn't even have a chance to wear before she had to use them on that guinea pig first.

Although if you think about it, a guy who can transform into that devilish form probably doesn't catch colds easily.

.

"I dreamed that I had a cold."

Omer lifted up the white coat and handed it to Ali Suzi and sighed.

"Sorry, the new coat is used here first."

"Dream about catching a cold?" I didn't expect the guinea pig to look grateful. Arisuko, who was very interested in dreams, was immediately distracted by this sentence, "What kind of dream?"

"Dreams have been warning signs that can reflect a person's condition since ancient times, especially the soul. Many scientists in the old days often avoided talking about it and classified it into the category of religion or mysticism."

She has obviously studied it. When she talks about it, her attitude is just like when Omo asked her what she was experimenting with yesterday. She talks endlessly, and her whole person exudes the confidence of a professional.

Especially if someone can pick her up:

"It wasn't until the new era began to disclose and integrate source energy research that scientists began to acknowledge and study it at the same time." Omer said calmly.

"Yes! Yes! Hahaha!" A smile that can make a sound is really cheap for such a researcher, because her research enthusiasm is always strong.

"Just like from the perspective of living things, whether they are humans, animals, plants, or even fungi and bacteria, their bodies are composed of organic matter, water and electrolytes. You must also know this common sense."

"But the converse is not true, right?" She was still holding the white coat she had just collected in her hand, but it still did not prevent her from making the gestures she always used to explain. She put her elbows on her elbows and raised her hands, confidently and calmly, "No matter what the structure is,

No matter how delicate it is, things accumulated by corresponding chemical substances have no possibility of realizing biological functions."

"Whether it is an alchemist or a mad scientist, all attempts to create artificial life have failed without exception."

"Because of the lack of a 'soul'," Omo said calmly, "in fact, on the premise of having a soul, the fabricated body can move. There have been too many successful cases as early as 800 years ago."

When the other person mentioned this kind of knowledge that he had learned in class, he was not satisfied with hearing it repeated.

If you want to repeat it, you must repeat it yourself.

"The human body of the Golden Dawn, the organ strengthening of the priests of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the out-of-body experience of Eastern Taoism, the Four Souls Jade of Far East teachings, plus the Kabbalah theory of Jewish mysticism, the academic convergence of that year

The results simultaneously advance the research progress of all systems, and also break the basic threshold of artificial life."

"What's more important is that the scientific community also widely recognizes the existence of the 'soul', and then the soul is divided into details, Mr. Guinea Pig."

Now that things have happened, there is no need to praise the other person for being able to keep up with his own rhythm and thoughts. Elise Soko, who is wearing a white lab coat over her school uniform, happily pats Omer on the back.

“Let’s not mention the emergence of the first scientific artificial human for the moment, the focus is on the analysis of the ‘dream’ cultural system that followed!”

Then Tu Qiongdijian said: "So, don't you want to talk about your dream?"

She seemed genuinely interested, which actually made Homais wonder if his sleep was really as peaceful as she said.

Did you at least talk in your sleep?

"Shouldn't the point be that you should go for a run?"

Omo was slapped hard several times by the opponent, and his back felt a little painful. He raised his hand, intending to hit the opponent's head as if to counterattack, but he was easily avoided.

"No, no," the agile Aili Suzi took two steps back and raised his hand to push her back, "I haven't finished my research yet, and I'm still one step away from the birth of a new potion. You can't bear to see such a masterpiece.

Is it difficult to give birth?"

Are you very shy about having your head touched? It's obviously not the kind of hairstyle you're afraid of losing, or is it because of your ears?

Notice that Homais yawned before.

"It's hard to say whether it's unique or not. Since it's difficult to give birth, it's better to go under the knife. If you continue to force the baby, you'll end up with an accident."

"Ahem, there is something wrong with my analogy," Ali Taiko, who realized that she had tricked herself, ran back to the experimental table and opened her arms as if to embrace the world. She was kind of like the madman she just said.

The beauty of a scientist, "In short, it's just a little short, give me ten more minutes!"

Omo heard this and dialed the terminal.

"Then I'll time it for ten minutes, accurate to the millisecond."

"Damn it! You guinea pig, aren't you really Rong Jin Shining wearing a man's skin?"

"This is so rude to Miss Rongjin, and you have to get used to it."

"What?" Suzi was startled, then suddenly realized, and frowned in confusion, ".Is that the same for the mechanical guinea pig?"

"You should call your teammates by their names properly, Miura Bourbon," Omo said helplessly, "She can only control time more accurately than me. You can even consider asking her to time you when you do experiments."

A qualified trainer should know enough about the racehorses under his command, not to mention that the latter will even take the initiative to compile a copy of their own information and send it to you.

Although they are all formulaic training materials, Omer had already followed Miura Bourbon's Umastagram account before this.

A horse racing girl named Miura Bourbon has an outstanding ability to calculate distances and seconds mentally, and is good at counting accurately - this kind of thing is mentioned in the introduction of variety shows.

Yes, Miura Bourbon even participated in a Ma Niang type variety show.

That was not long after Satsuki Appreciation, and Omer could find the video recording of that time on the Internet.

To be honest, it would be quite effective if you were a little more relaxed and a little mechanical.

It's just that Omo didn't have time to read it all, so he just checked the progress bar and hastily confirmed it.

I think the former trainer made this arrangement to speed up her accumulation of fans, but if Omer had to say it, he just didn't think it was necessary.

After winning the first of the classic three crowns, you have to either rest and maintain your condition, or continue training to maintain your condition. I have never seen anyone put on a variety show.

Doesn’t the former trainer think this is also a kind of break?

Even if you are a real talent, you won't treat variety shows as a break. Rehearsing and memorizing scripts can be said to be intellectual exercise in a certain sense.

Hyun promotion, right? I’ll give you a jio!

Although Miura Bourbon can't be said to be a sociopath, he definitely can't be said to be talkative. Being on a far east variety show can only be said to be quite jail-breaking.

When Omo saw this operation, he really wanted to send a kicking emoticon to the trainer.

It was like this when I was a passerby, but now I am even more unhappy as an agent trainer.

But when he thought that that person had been assigned to the frontier by the chairman. No, assigned to a place, Omo also wanted to see if he could climb back to the center with his new achievements.

It would be great if you can come, I can say that I might have a chance to kick you again.

Although this may make the other party feel sorry for bringing the horse girl in the center.

But this is going too far, this matter has not yet been revealed.

It was still time to focus on this moment, so he looked at Arisuko again, who seemed to be seriously considering his suggestion.

"The countdown continues." He patted the other party's shoulder.

"Get out of here!" Arisuko immediately pushed him out of the room, even though he turned into a demon and gained weight, showing a little bit of stubbornness, "Don't disturb me from doing experiments before the time is up!"

Ma Niang’s power is truly amazing

Although he did not intentionally gather magic power to construct a magic explosion, which is similar to the external repulsion confrontation in the invincible stage of transformation.

But I didn't expect to be pushed by a probing hand who didn't have any hindrance.

The demon who was pushed out of the door sighed in his heart, rubbing his chin with his sharp fingertips, causing some sharp sounds and scattered sparks.

Then he was noticed by himself, regained his human form among the dispersed magic particles, and continued to meditate.

But it’s okay to be patted on the shoulder. It seems like he really doesn’t like being touched on the head.

After being reminded by my brother, I discovered that I didn’t even mention asking for monthly votes for the skills necessary for starting authors. The indicators are still very important. We have decided to maintain three updates per day this month. Asking for monthly votes shouldn’t be too much.

And if we can get 1,000 votes, we will add more updates, please!
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