My Hero Academia: The Strongest Sorcerer

The warbler flies in the grassland in February, and the willows are drunk with spring smoke when they blow the dike.

The sun is just right.

The sky is blue, as if it has just been washed with clean water.

Anzhe took a deep breath, and could smell the faint spring fragrance in the air.

In sight, several uniformed junior high school students on the side of the road went to school laughing and laughing.

Anzhe has an inexplicable sense of trance, not the unreal trance that he just crossed, but...

Some of the junior high school students found Anzhe, quickly called their friends, looked at him, and took out their mobile phones to take pictures.

"You're famous."

Anzhe shook his head emotionally, his current popularity can be reflected from this scene.

More directly, his popularity points have increased from 7000 points to 20000 points!

If Jiro Kyoka hadn't emailed him, he would have almost forgotten that he was a student and had to go to school.

The point is that even the school acquiesced in his behavior of not going to class.

Even when Anzhe didn't come to take the final exam at the end of the second year of junior high school, he passed all the subjects, so he didn't need to repeat the grade until the current third year of junior high school.

Fame rises.

Back to this point again, the school leaders flattered Anzhe and wanted to use him to publicize.

Parents, are you still hesitating which junior high school your child will go to after graduating from primary school?

In our school, students in the second grade of junior high school become professional Hero(es).

Don't hesitate, come to our school directly, your children can do the same!

Pretty much that propaganda.

Anzhe shook her head and continued on her way to school on foot.

It is now February, and there is still one year before the heroic plot begins.

If the inheritance of OFA has not changed, Green Valley Izuku, he feels that he should meet this green algae boy soon.

"Jingle jingle."

The class bell rang, and the students came to the classroom one after another.

As a public junior high school, it is very strict about absenteeism sooner or later, except for Anzhe.

Jiro Kyoka glanced at the seat behind him, it was empty, the seat that should have been Anzhe was not there.

It's not a coincidence that Anzhe didn't come to school in terms of seating arrangements when she was promoted to the third grade, so she was naturally seated in the last row next to the window.

What changed was Jiro Kyoka, who was seated in the second-to-last row.

"Sure enough, after this guy became a Hero(es), he stopped coming to class at all"~. "

Jiro Kyoka pursed her cherry lips, her little eyes were teary, and she looked aggrieved.

She also knew that everyone would be the same as Anzhe, not going to class, but focusing on Hero(es) career.

She shouldn't have hoped...

"The roll call will begin next."

The teacher on the podium, as always, took out the roll call and began to roll the roll one by one.

"Jiro Kyoka."

"arrive."

"Anzhe.

At the end of the roll call, the teacher symbolically said Anzhe's name, and he was ready to go straight to class.

After all, how could this student who became a professional Hero(es) still come to class?

However, at this moment, a figure appeared at the classroom door.

"!"

It's not loud, but it's Anzhe's voice;

It wasn't loud, but the sound resounded throughout the classroom.

The voice was not loud, and it reached the ears of every student, and all of them were surprised or surprised.

"Although I'm late, you don't have to look at me like this."

Anzhe looked at the eyes of the class and smiled, and after nodding with the teacher, he walked into his seat in the classroom.

There is only one vacant seat.

Then, the students in the class immediately exploded, took pictures with their mobile phones, and whispered:

"Anzhe came to school!"

"I'm going to tweet and show off."

"I can't recognize it at all, it doesn't feel like we are the same age.

"You're not talking nonsense, he became a professional Hero(es), how about you?"

Anzhe, the protagonist of the topic, shook his head helplessly. It feels good to be noticed for a while, but it gets a little boring after a long time.

"Kyoka, long time no see."

Walking to the row in front of the seat, looking at Jiro Kyoka who was staring at him closely, blinking his eyes again and again, Anzhe greeted softly.

But there was no response, rather Jiro Kyoka was stunned with disbelief on his face.

"Have you got a fever? Why do you feel dazed?"

Anzhe stretched out his hand amusedly, and put it on Jiro Kyoka's cold forehead, the temperature was normal.

But soon the temperature is not normal.

"Class is over, hurry back to your seat." Jiro Kyoka lowered his head, his tone flustered.

Anzhe smiled slightly, and continued to sit in her seat.

And Jiro Kyoka put his hands on his forehead, it was extremely hot, because of Anzhe's intimate action just now...

"Ahem, be quiet, class is on."

The teacher scolded, and the whole class fell silent immediately, but everyone's eyes were fixed on the last row of seats by the window.

In Anzhe's opinion, studying is still very important, anyway, school ends at four o'clock in the afternoon.

Compared with the student days before time travel, I don't know how much earlier.

The teacher is teaching mathematics, and the noise is quite unique, with the dignity of a teacher from the last century.

"Who will come up to do this topic?"

He gave a topic, but no one raised their hands for a while, or the attention was attracted by Anzhe.

Anzhe glanced at the blackboard, although he hasn't come to school for a long time, but he has a solid foundation of previous life knowledge.

After a little calculation, he came up with a result in his mind, and seeing that no one answered for a long time, he raised his hand.

||An...Anzhe, do you want to come up to do the problem?" The teacher looked confused and trembled when he saw Anzhe nodded and walked up to the podium, "Here is the chalk.

He pulled out a new piece of chalk and handed it to Anzhe with both hands.

Eh? Honorific?

Anzhe was also taken aback, he was a teacher but he used honorific words to himself, and there was this worship-like behavior.

In short, Anzhe didn't think too much, answered the questions on the blackboard, and then returned to his seat after the teacher gave the correct answer.

"Jingle jingle!"

"It's noon."

When the bell for the last class in the morning rang, Anzhe stretched lazily, not paying attention to the gazes around her.

"It's noon, let's have a meal together."

"ah?!"

Looking at Anzhe who was holding a bento to invite him, Jiro Kyoka couldn't react for a while.

She knew that Anzhe didn't have the habit of making bento. When she was in school, she bought some bread at noon.

whim?

Certainly not!

As a woman's intuition, Jiro Kyoka felt that the bento in Anzhe's hand was definitely made by a woman!

Finally, Jiro Kyoka agreed to Anzhe's invitation, and the two walked to the rooftop together.

Opening the bento, Jiro was surprised by the richness of Anzhe's tongue.

It's too rich, and the combination of meat and vegetables seems to be very reasonable, carefully prepared.

This made Jiro Kyoka's pink cheeks slightly puffed up, feeling like cheating behind his own back...ahem...very angry anyway!

Hold back!

Take a deep breath Shin.

Girls want Yuga, to be reserved, not to be angry.

Jiro Kyoka was very concerned about the little molars, but asked casually: "Anzhe....who made your bento?"

Hearing this, Anzhe froze when he moved his chopsticks, and there seemed to be a murderous aura coming from somewhere.

There is no doubt that this is a proposition!

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