[Comprehensive] Superpower's Strength Supremacy Classroom

In the evening, Sakura Airi finished dinner alone in the corner of the student cafeteria as usual, walking back to the dormitory building alone at the edge of the crowd.

"Today... still haven't found it..." She whispered to herself in frustration.

It has been nearly half a month since the midterm exam, and Sakura Airi has been trying to find the girl who reached out to her on the fire escape last time.

——I have to return the school uniform jacket she lent me, and... I need to thank him more seriously, for the fact that she helped me.

However, the girl left too fast at that time, and I didn't have time to ask her name or class. It was really difficult to find someone in the school just based on the appearance in memory.

And, even her appearance... the lights in the fire escape stairs are too dim, and now she can't really see her appearance clearly, so I can only say that she is very beautiful.

I don’t make friends at all, and I don’t dare to talk or look at other students, let alone ask others, so I should be my weakest point in finding people.

Wouldn't it be great if I could have the kindness of Kushida-san?Sakura often thinks this way recently, and then feels ashamed of being useless.

"Today I should take a photo and upload it to the website... By the way, the camera... broke, and I have to repair it on the weekend."

Thinking of this, Sakura felt a chill from the bottom of his heart that he had deliberately ignored before, and couldn't help but hugged his arms tightly. Even though he knew that there were classmates around him and no one was looking at him, he still lowered his head until he walked into the After entering the gate of the dormitory building, I felt a little relieved.

"Are you Sakura Airi?" At this moment, the management of the dormitory building stopped her.

"Ah, yes!" Sakura stopped in panic, "Excuse me?"

"It's nothing, it's just that your storage box is almost full of letters, so clean it up if you have time."

Hearing this, Sakura couldn't help trembling, lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.

"...Ah, yes, I'm sorry, I will clean it up." Even though he tried his best to suppress it, his voice still trembled a little.

"It's okay, you don't need to apologize to me." The management aunt smiled gently, "If you encounter any problems that you can't solve, tell auntie, and I can help you."

Sakura was silent for a while, then replied in a low voice, "Thank you."

Sure enough, I still couldn't say it.

It was so useless.

Sakura came to her storage box, and there was no one around. She hesitated for a long time, then gritted her teeth and opened the storage box. With a "crash—" a large piece of pink letters fell out.

——The letters are so full that the storage box can no longer fit them. Even so, the letter writers are still stuffing these letters into the storage box.

'To Shizuku', 'Shizuku Receive', 'To my dearest Shizuku'...

Sakura froze for a few seconds, then squatted down, mechanically picked up the letters on the ground, and bit her lips tightly when she saw the words on the envelopes.

You don't need to look at it to know what's inside.

"Ugh..."

Why?why?

What went wrong?

Why……

"Ah." A flat voice sounded behind him, "Sakura?"

"Gah?"

Sakura made a sound that seemed to be screaming, and jumped up in panic, and saw Ayanokōji standing behind her.

In fact, Ayanokouji was taken aback by her reaction.

"Sorry, uh... need help?"

However, he thoughtfully didn't ask any more questions, but looked at the letters on the ground and expressed his willingness to help.

Sakura hurriedly shook her head: "No, that...thank you..."

"Let me pick it up for you." Saying that, Ayanokōji knelt down.

"No need!" Sakura realized that his voice was too loud the moment he screamed out, quickly bowed his head and apologized, "I'm sorry! I...I didn't mean it like that, I'll just do it myself."

"Ah... sorry, I took the liberty." Seeing this, Ayanokōji took a step back, and Sakura heaved a sigh of relief, and then heard him say, "I'm really sorry when school is over, your camera..."

"No, that was my own accident..."

Randomly grabbing the letters on the ground and in the storage box and hugging them in his arms, Sakura hurriedly bowed to Ayanokōji, then ran away.

For such an unsociable girl, it was quite unusual to have such a large number of letters in the storage box.

Ayanokouji looked at her back, and remembered the name on the envelope that she accidentally saw just now.

Uh... Shizuku?Is it her past name?

Very cute name.

……

In the dormitory room, with the lights turned off, Sakura curled up on the chair, the light from the computer screen reflected on her lenses, so she took off the flat lenses that actually had no prescription.

The appearance that was revealed was gorgeous—the beauty that can be described by this kind of words was even better than that of Kushida and Horikita, who were already considered beauties.

If a girl with such a face can show a bright smile, it must be very dazzling——Unfortunately, Sakura's face is now pale, full of fear.

These crazy and chaotic private messages came from an avid fan of "Graphic Idol Shizuku".

As a well-known graphic idol, in fact, the number of such private messages received by Sakura is not small, so she should not be so afraid. In fact, this fanatic fan only occasionally greeted her in private messages until she entered school. The day she entered school—

Since then, the words in his private letters have become more and more intense, and he began to regard Shizuku as his fantasy partner, but that’s all, until a while ago, a handwritten letter appeared in the private storage box of Sakura’s dormitory ...

That person is by my side!

Sakura finally realized this.

It seems that the meeting between Sakura and him (should be said to be a unilateral discovery) was regarded as destiny, that he and she were destined to be together, and now Sakura's indifference to him is a disguise due to external forces... In short , that fanatical fan—could be called a stalker, or a pervert—began to harass Sakura.

"Why...why did it become like this..."

Sakura closed the webpage with trembling hands. The identity of the "flat idol Shizuku" who used to be her spiritual support now makes her miserable. The only thing that supports her to continue posting photos are those who say "Shizuku, your photos make me feel Very happy", "Your smile gives me motivation in life" fans.

But today, her camera broke, and she had to go to the school's electrical shop for repairs...

"Why... woo..."

Feeling in a mess, as if looking for something to rely on, Sakura hugged the school uniform jacket tightly in her arms, and buried her head in it.

Breathing in the faint scent of laundry soap after being washed by herself, Sakura held back her tears.

"I'm sorry... I... I'm still so cowardly... I screwed up everything..."

It's obviously not his fault, but he keeps apologizing, Sakura is such a person.

It's like going back to that night again, no one can help me, no one can save me.

——It seemed that the slender figure that brought him a sense of security appeared before his eyes again.

"Please, lend me your strength one more time..."

After a while, Sakura finally made up his mind and raised his head

She picked up the phone, and after a few "beeps...", the call was connected.

"Hi, is this Sakura-san?" came a voice full of vitality.

……

At the same time, I teleported to London, England, in Sorasuke's laboratory.

"Hey, Kusuo! You're here!" Not being startled by my sudden appearance, Sorasuke put down the things in his hands and opened his arms towards me, "Long time no see!"

What do you want to do?

I stared at his arms, and Sorasuke lowered his arms in 'disappointment': "We haven't seen each other for so long, let's give you a hug!"

"No." I spread my right hand in front of him, "Where are the things?"

"Eh? What?" Sorasuke blinked.

"I am leaving."

"Wait, wait!" Sorasuke stopped me immediately, and sighed pretendingly, "As a big brother, I just want to chat with Kusuo for a while, and care about my brother's inner state."

What's going on with you recently?so disgusting?

I stared at him, this guy originally hated me very much, but now that he made the device on his head that blocked my telepathy, he turned into a good brother who loves my younger brother?This is really the only way to have ghosts.

"No, that's what I said."

I caught it and took a look: "Ring?"

And still a couple?

"This is my new invention. It can directional suppress Kusuo's telepathy for a certain person, as long as you and the other party wear this ring at the same time."

oh?It sounds normal.I said to Sorasuke, "Give me a try."

"I can't do it anymore." Kongsuke waved his hand, "Look, I have a telepathic body!"

something wrong.

"Why do you do this?" I asked.

"Because... Hasn't Kusuo found someone he likes recently?"

"...Who did you listen to?"

"Of course it's my father. He called me crying and said 'Kusuo is getting married...' or something, so I rushed to change this pair of nipples into the shape of a ring!"

Don't do unnecessary things, hey!

Is that the man who did it?I see.

Sorasuke shook his fingers and smiled mysteriously: "By the way, Kusuo, remember, this pair of rings should be worn on the ring finger!"

Don't worry, I won't try your invention one day.

"By the way, how did you get the call to my school?" I asked him.

"Because my brother also has superpowers~"

With a "click", I broke his experimental table with my bare hands and looked at him.

If you have the ability, do this for a while, otherwise, if you think about it carefully, how should you answer?

"Okay, okay." Sorasuke raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, "Unlike Kusuo, you have superpowers, I also have my own scientific powers. I can do many things that ordinary people can't do."

is it?

It would be a good thing if my brother really realized this and gave up defeating me as a superpower in various places and turned to researching the power of science.Even I have to admit that he is a genius, a real genius, at least doing something useful to human beings should be what such a genius should do.

I?I'm different, I'm just an ordinary psychic.

Anyway, if that's the case, I can stop hating Sorasuke and it's fine.

——The premise is that what he said is true.

When I got home, I restored all the models that my father had just put together into parts, and returned to the dormitory unwaveringly amidst his howling. Just as I landed (?), I heard the doorbell.

Opening the door, Ayanokouji stood outside.

"Saiki, Kushida and I are going to accompany Sakura to repair the camera this weekend, will you come with me?"

You go out with two girls, such a good opportunity in the Shura field, why did you call me?