[comprehensive] personality, programming

On Saturday, it's time to invite Class A students to dinner.

Inviting the students of Class A to eat, naturally the teacher was not included, so Aizawa Shouta was ruthlessly thrown under the sight of Odasaku by Yandao, leaving him to fend for himself.

"I'm sorry, Odasaku." Yandao host led Odasaku and the five little tails, and knocked on the door of Aizawa Xiaota's house. "I probably don't have time today, the safety of Aizawa Shouta is in your hands."

The expressions of Aizawa Shouta and Oda Saku changed instantly, and all kinds of small thoughts were hidden in the changes in the details.

Using his eyesight as a killer to understand Aizawa Shouta's micro-expression, Oda Saku chuckled, and the distorted face was called a ferocious one.

"Okay, no problem. Although I haven't done anything for a long time, I can still be a bodyguard. I don't dare to make too much of it, but I can guarantee that he will not die."

I didn't feel anything else, I just felt that Oda Zuo suddenly spoke harshly, Yan Dao scratched his head blankly, and finally raised his legs and walked out.

Oda Saku looked sure nothing would happen, and it was impossible for her to spend all her time with Aizawa Shouta all day long. Finally, she had such an opportunity, and she would not take advantage of this moment to get close to Naeko.

As for the slightly sad five paths coming from behind... maybe it was the six eyes?

Yan Dao turned around, completely ignoring the adult Aizawa Shouta, hugged the five cuties of the Oda family and took a deep breath.

"I'll take you to dinner when my sister comes back. How about eating seafood? How about a seafood feast?" Yan Dao's tone wavered slightly after consuming enough cuteness and cuteness. "Or, sukiyaki?"

"Okay~" The five scheming children squeezed away Aizawa Shouta, and followed Oda's instructions to wrap Yandao round. "As long as sister Yandao says, you can eat anything!"

So the eyes of Shouta Aizawa on the background panel became even more inexplicable.

At ten o'clock in the morning, at the entrance of the Turkish barbecue restaurant, Class A arrived very punctually.

Walking into the store with a bunch of cuties, not long after the sports festival, Class A really has a reputation among the public.The moment they entered the door, many mobile phones were held up to them.

"Excuse me, can we shoot?" Someone from the crowd asked.

"Ask them. I'll go to the private room to order food first. After you finish your work, come directly to the private room to find me." Yan Dao, who didn't want to be photographed, said the first half of the sentence to the crowd, and the second half to Class A.

Heroes in the hero society are not the same as heroes who usually only do good deeds. Here, a hero is not just a name, it is a position, a salary, and even fans. It is the responsibility of idols to guide fans.

After all, it's only a matter of time before the children in class A are surrounded by pictures, so there's nothing wrong with experiencing hero quotes in advance.

Thinking this way, Yan Dao slipped into the private room without any pressure, leaving Class A in his hands, and finally had to face the enthusiastic crowd.

Ten minutes later, Class A, who was tortured by taking pictures and questioning, followed the waiter into the private room.

The table full of meat instantly comforted their wounded hearts.

"Sit down and eat." Yan Dao took the last plate of meat rolls from the waiter. "The time is just right, and the meat will be cooked after staying for a while."

Yan Dao usually has no airs, and class A is very open in front of her whenever she comes and goes.Eating, drinking, laughing and joking, after a few cups of coke, the scene can be described as a group of demons dancing wildly. Even Bao Hao, who doesn't usually communicate with his classmates, joins the ranks of grabbing food.

Seeing the bragging rights of some of the treasures in Class A getting bigger and bigger, Yan Dao picks up the cup in a daze and smells it.

...I bought Coke, not wine?Why are they all better than drunk Hong Kong black employees?

Freeing himself to grab the last piece of watermelon on the plate, Yan Dao got up.

"Eat first, I'll go to the bathroom."

So the giants of Class A were ready to move against the plate of meat that was facing Yan Dao, waiting for the moment Yan Dao turned around.

Unexpectedly, Yan Dao, who was about to leave the door, suddenly turned around: "Remember to leave a piece of meat for me!"

The chopsticks of the three giants froze for an instant, and finally collided with each other, flying out and piercing into the wall.

He Jiaodong, who had evolved into natural black, was the first to withdraw his hand, and grabbed Tenya Iida's chopsticks as if nothing had happened.His expression was upright and innocent, as if he wasn't the one who grabbed the food and the chopsticks just now.

"Okay, no problem, senior sister, don't worry, I'll keep it for you."

Iida Tenya looked at his empty hand and fell into a daze.

Yan Dao turned his head again and walked out of the private room.The moment she walked out of the private room, the Big Three went to the wall to pull out their own chopsticks, and then sat back on their seats.

Just as they were about to resume chopsticks, Yan Dao's phone on the table rang.Osamu Dazai's special version of the mobile phone rang, and the expression of Class A was instantly solemn, and the chopsticks in his hands stopped almost at the same time.

Minoru Mineta raised his chopsticks: "Hey hey hey, I'm welcome if you don't eat!"

A few hands hold Mineta Minoru who wants to take the opportunity to grab food.

"It's sister Yandao's phone number." Sitting opposite Yandao, Shangming electric nunu mouthed. "It was this mobile phone that I saw at Teacher Aizawa's house at the time."

Throughout the private room, Class A looked at me and I looked at you, with very malicious eyes.

Amidst the ringtone of Osamu Dazai's special song "Sacrificing Love", after several silent exchanges in class A, Hong Jiaodong sitting next to Yan Dao lived up to his expectations, picked up his mobile phone, and pointed the screen of the mobile phone at his classmates.

On the screen, the words "Aizawa hates ghosts" came into the eyes of Class A.

Class A looked at each other with meaningful eyes.

next moment--

Ochako: "Here it is! Teacher Aizawa's call!"

Erlang: "Here it is! A nickname between lovers!"

Ashdo: "There it is! Proof of flirting!"

Wabuki: "Here it is! Evidence that Mr. Aizawa has enlightened!"

Originally, they were just producing food for the same people, but it turned out that the government was actually distributing candy!

Such a major discovery caused Class A to turn into monsters one after another, dancing in ecstasy, wishing to make matters worse with a cup of Coke.

The phone rang for a while and then put it down, and then it rang again for a while, and after several times, there was no movement.

Compared with the wild dancing of demons here, Aizawa Shouta's side is much quieter.

The mature old man was leaning on the sofa and looking at his mobile phone, staring at the contact information on the top, so entangled that he was going crazy.

Oda Zukuo's side is easy to deal with, as soon as the door is closed, the line of sight can be cut off, but he really can't figure out why he wants to call the host of Yandao, and even wants to tell her to come back early.

— But he didn't take that position.

After calling and dropping the phone several times, Aizawa Shota dropped the phone and slumped on the sofa.

... Maybe compared to the natural and ironic Oda Akinosuke, the Yandao host can be a little more fun?Sometimes it's interesting to think about pitting against the cadres of the port Mafia.

Odasaku and the five cubs: I hope you never wake up :).

Back in the private room, Class A's slightly weird aura startled Yan Dao for a second.

The collective green eyes, the collective upturned corners of the mouth, before she asked what's wrong with you, why are you all looking like hungry wolves, 800 million have already passed her phone number.

In the face of gossip, women are born acting kings.

800 million frowned, and his tone was full of worry and concern: "Senior sister, Mr. Aizawa called you, and made several calls. Do you think Mr. Aizawa has something to ask you?"

The brain circuits of class A are in tune with 800 million instants.

"Ah? Teacher Aizawa looking for me?" Yan Dao took the phone blankly.

Counting from top to bottom, four or five calls were missed, and the eyes were bright red.

So many phone calls, something went wrong?

Yan Dao's heart skipped a beat, and he pressed the callback button with a serious face.

"Hey……"

There was a snap on the other side, followed by a busy tone.

As soon as the phone was connected, it was hung up!Aizawa Yuta what are you doing!

Yan Dao angrily dialed back.

"What are you going to do?" The moment the other party picked up the phone, the host of Yandao took the lead. "What happened?"

Aizawa Shouta fell silent while holding the phone, trying to organize his words.

Asking "where are you" is inappropriate, asking "when will you come back has no position", asking "have you drunk" is too abrupt...

After thinking about it, he was silent for a few minutes, and finally he choked out a sentence——

"Are you abducting my students again, stay away from my students."

The host of Yandao hung up the phone with a blank expression.

Aizawa Yuta, you must be sick.

The next meal was a bit tasteless.

In Yan Dao's seemingly non-existent anger, Class A looked at each other, always feeling that there was still a melon in this melon.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Yan Dao led Class A out of the store.

The white mist dissipated not far from the store door, leaving behind a new corpse.

Yan Dao immediately stood in front of Class A, ready to attack.

"You back off."

Class A only knows superficially about the disappearance of the hero. They don't know what the white mist represents for the time being, and they don't feel any pressure at the moment. They are a little unclear about Yan Dao's order to retreat.

The white mist suddenly spread in front of Yan Dao, and a hand with black nail polish stretched out from the mist.

The silver light in that hand flashed, taking away a strand of Yan Dao's hair.Then the white mist receded again, silently beside the corpse.

The strands of hair fell to the ground, glistening.

Seeing the not-so-clear cold light in the fog, Class A, who was familiar with Yan Dao's use of knives and swords, realized that something extraordinary had happened to them.

"I've heard about you for a long time, Miss Yandao." The young man opposite squinted his eyes, the apple in his hand was blurred into a smear of red in the mist, only the silver handle was still shining. "A few days ago, Noriko Sanaga caused you trouble."

...Noriko Yamanaga?

Hearing the familiar term, Yan Dao suddenly raised his head.

"I'm Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky, you can call me Dos." Dos took off his hat and gave a medieval aristocratic salute to Yandao. "The one next to me, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, Dragon Head War, you know him."

Then he placed the apple with the silver knife on top of the body, and it even looked as if he was completing some masterpiece.

"If nothing else happens, Sen Owai should have mentioned me to you, Miss Yandao."

As soon as Tuo Si said what could be said to be a vest, Yan Dao's system was already aimed at him.The glittering virtual firearms are laid out.

——At this moment, she can't care about what will happen in the future.

"Back back, go back to the store, don't come out, call Aizawa Shouta, and tell him that the Yandao mainframe was attacked by white mist." Yandao said, forcefully driving Class A back to the shop. "You are in the way here, go back and stay."

She has a well-written program, even if she can't beat it, she can still run, but class A can't.As the person who led them out for dinner, she would not be able to explain if one of them was injured. It was a matter between two parties, and she couldn't take risks.