[Comprehensive] It's the end of the world again

"Quick! The admission result is out!"

Mama Sapling imposingly spread the notice from the most cutting-edge educational institution in Japan on the table, and three heads put it together.

And the person huddled in the corner hugged his head with a look of lovelessness, "...Actually, I don't want to know at all."

"Maybe it's because Mr. Cheng must be fine." Someone put a glass of water on the low table in front of him, and naturally sat beside him and picked up the remote control to turn on the TV.

Makoto Naegi raised his head and glanced at the time, it was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon.

Sure enough, after a while, the familiar opening words of "Youth Campus Romance Drama XXX, Bringing You Back to the Most Touching First Love" came out on TV.

Obviously, even his mother doesn't want to chase after this kind of drama, why can this person stick to it with such a serious face? Hey!

"Yong doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all." The brown-haired boy looked even more bleak, and even the dull hair on his head drooped, "After all, Yong is so good, he should be discovered as a 'super high school class monitor' ability."

Then they can't go to high school together...

Yong, who just followed the previous story and recalled the plot of last week, was suddenly happy, and stretched out his hand to press down the stupid hair on the child's head, "How can I have such a talent, I just think that even if I can't get into Hope's Peak School You can also study in a place closer to home, just to monitor whether Xiao Yun is studying hard."

The girl buried in the letter raised her head when she heard her name, her puffy cheeks were so cute, "I've been studying hard!"

The gray-haired brother didn't turn his head, and waved his hand lazily to show that he heard it.

"Found it!" Sapling's father raised his head, his expression excited, "Xiaocheng, as the owner of the 'Super High School Level Lucky' talent, was admitted as an undergraduate student of the 78th term of Hope's Peak Academy... Aww! Why are you pinching me!"

Mother Seedling's expression was half happy and half worried.

Yong Ze propped his chin and smiled softly.

He guessed the reason the first time he heard the movement, probably because he didn't get the admission qualification to Peak of Hope.

After knowing the admission qualifications of Hope's Peak Academy, he carefully thought about what talents he might have, and found that this was probably really an unsolvable problem.

If there is, it's probably something like 'Super High School Level Longevity'...

He amused himself thinking about it.

Private Hope's Peak Academy, a private school recognized by the government with the goal of cultivating top talents in various fields of society, was founded by Shenzuo Chuliu.

The high school part is divided into undergraduates and preparatory subjects. Every year, elites in various fields are selected from junior high school graduates across the country to enter the undergraduate course. These elites will later be regarded as talents trained by the country. They enjoy the best educational resources and learning environment. Create the final conditions for the development of their own talents, and almost every graduate has become an infinitely brilliant talent in their respective fields.

Compared with undergraduate students, students in preparatory subjects are much inferior. They recruit ordinary graduates through formal examinations every year and charge expensive tuition fees. This legendary school has spent huge sums of money.

"Yong-kun's grades are also very good." Seedling's mother's voice was gentle, "It has reached the special admissions score for Hope's Peak Academy's preparatory subjects."

The gray-haired boy who was soothed squinted his eyes like a cat, turned around and lay down on the back of the sofa, and said to his little sister who was also worried about him: "Now Xiaoshun understands what I mean by studying hard?"

The younger sister's expression suddenly became unlovable: "So you mean reaching the special move line that is hardly reserved for humans?"

Yong finally couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and rubbed Cheng Jun's head - this gentle boy hardly showed any joy of entering Hope Peak's undergraduate course, but carefully observed his expression, "Cheng Jun It is a good thing that Jun was admitted to the undergraduate course, and I heard that the undergraduate students are all very outstanding talents, and they are under a lot of pressure. Maybe it is more suitable for my lazy personality to prepare for the course.”

Makoto Naegi touched his nose in embarrassment, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

"Speaking of..." The man looked at him sideways, his eyebrows and eyes curved, "Sayaxiang will also be enrolled as a concurrent student."

Maizono Sayaka, the darling of the times, the lead singer of a national idol group, and also a classmate of the two in junior high school.

Before Makoto Naegi realized why this person could call Fang Sayaka so naturally, he was interrupted by a cheer from his younger sister: "Will my brother become classmates with Wuyuan-chan in the future? Can you ask her for an autographed photo?" Is it? I really like her so much!"

"Eh? This...you'll know later, Ms. Wuyuan may not know me..." Cheng waved his hand in embarrassment, but quickly surrendered under the attack of his sister's eyes, "I will try my best... ..."

"She knows you." Yong turned over and sat back, and continued to focus on the TV series, but found that it was difficult to keep up with the plot just because he missed a little bit. Looking back on the relationship, she will also understand it very seriously, "She said... why did she suddenly confess her love?"

"...You can't say half of this kind of thing, hey!" Makoto Miaomu looked at the person who was immersed in the plot all of a sudden, with a broken heart.

The gray-haired boy with difficulty tore his eyes off the TV screen and stuck them on the face of Miao Mucheng: "..."

Yong: ...It's over, he forgot what he was going to say just now==

"...Keep watching." Makoto Miaomu turned the face of the person who was subconsciously peeping out of the corner of his eye away, feeling powerless.

The gray-haired boy, who was finally able to watch TV in peace, bent the corners of his eyes in satisfaction.

However, he suddenly remembered that when he saw this person for the first time, the child who had just woken up from a coma had a thick bandage on his head, his face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was sitting on a wide bed. The little gray-haired kid in the livery looked pitiful, but he looked at them with soft eyes.

His mother couldn't help covering her mouth and sobbing softly on the spot.

Then, logically, they adopted him.

The bloody child they found on the side of the road has almost no memory, and he doesn't remember anything about himself except the name 'Jing Haoyong'.

After registering the missing child's information like a needle in a haystack, they brought the child home.

It has been five years now.

"Yong," he yelled, and then saw his brother and former squad leader sideways in his direction, eyes still glued to the TV reluctantly, and felt something very subtly twitch on the forehead, "...It's already the ending song, so you don't have to take it so seriously!"

"Ah," the gray-haired boy replied meaninglessly, "I just find a place to look at when I'm thinking."

Miao Mucheng felt that they were unable to communicate today, so he weakly followed the other party's words and asked: "So what are you thinking..."

Yong finally looked away, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his brows were wrinkled, as if he was extremely puzzled about something.

Makoto Naegi blinked, he had almost never seen this person express such obvious doubts about something, and then he heard a hesitant voice, as if he was embarrassed.

"what is……"

The gray-haired boy froze for a moment, then bent his lips.

"Well, forget it."

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Soon came the day of the report, and the two came to the corresponding school districts with the admission notices. Although the treatment and status were very different, the architectural styles of the headquarters and the preparatory subjects were not much different—completely different from the school’s. The palace is luxurious and elegant, with independent accommodation areas, study areas and entertainment areas, as well as various special facilities to better serve undergraduate talents.

For example, the third-year "super high school-level confectioner" Ando Ruruka-senpai and the second-year "super high-school-level chef" Hanamura Teruki-senpai will each have their own set because of the different ingredients and utensils they need. A room of their own 'classroom'.

It was too extravagant, Yong recalled his former junior high school, and found sadly that he should not just use the level of super first-class colleges and universities to measure other schools.

But... how to cultivate the talent of 'super high school level luck'...

After meeting the teachers and classmates, even if the report is basically over, there is no mandatory requirement for the school in the afternoon.

Yong stuffed the newly received textbooks into the cabinet, and then took the schoolbag to the place where he had agreed with Cheng Jun in advance, and planned to visit the school together-although he was not interested in such things, it was rare that Cheng Jun So eagerly looking forward to something.

Maybe undergraduate students need to explain a lot of precautions, Yong waited for a while and fell asleep leaning on the bench without seeing anyone.

The end of March is the season of cherry blossoms, and the weather has not yet officially turned warm, so he just woke up in a gust of cold wind after a moment of confusion, distressed to find that he seemed to be getting more and more lazy.

He stood up, and when he lowered his head to straighten his clothes, a piece of cherry blossoms attached to the end of his hair fell, and the light pink color became gentle.

Feeling happy for no reason, he patted the petals on his body, but suddenly broke out in a cold sweat when his eyes touched the chair beside him.

There were unusually few petals there, as if someone had just sat there.

But he didn't notice it.

Probably because it was too peaceful and made him lose his vigilance, he thought.

"Yong!" The brown-haired boy waved to him from the other side of the road, then quickly ran to him and scratched his head in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I'm a little lost..."

Yong shook his head: "It's good if you find it."

The brown-haired boy looked even more embarrassed: "Because I met our class teacher, he told me to go this way, he is a very good teacher!"

Yong bent the corners of his eyes, looking very happy: "If you feel that the other party is a good person just because you are being shown the way, it will be easy to be sold by human traffickers, Cheng Jun, who is still in the fifth grade and wets the bed."

The elite of the 'super high school level' blushed all of a sudden: "Stop talking about such things!"

Yong shrugged, indicating that he would reserve the answer to this question, picked up his schoolbag and left first.

The boy who was exposed rubbed his nose to keep up, and wanted to change the subject in embarrassment: "The teacher is really great, he is our senior!"

"Yes—" there was a long voice.

"It's the original 'super high school-level mind', and now it's also a very powerful military strategist!"

"Ara, it's amazing."

"...Can you be more perfunctory when you say this?"

"Speaking of today's replay, it's a bit distressing that I missed something yesterday..."

"……Hey!"

The man stopped in his footsteps and looked at him sideways, "Cheng Jun seems very happy, is it because the teacher and classmates are very nice?"

However, he didn't wait for his answer, and stretched out his hand to rub the boy's hair. His eyes were gentle like an elder pinning his hopes on him.

"That's great," he whispered, "this is what a 15-year-old looks like..."

The author has something to say:

The story of Danganronpa takes place in the private Hope Peak Academy, where the students are all elites from all walks of life, such as super idols, super high school fighters, super high school soldiers, super high school graphic models, baseball elite swimmers The masters, anyway, it’s a story about a group of people who were very popular before they went to high school, and then they were discovered by the Hope Peak Council before they could dig into the school and live together... It’s strange, so I won’t be selected into the doomsday show_(: D」∠)_

At the beginning of the story, the protagonist Makoto Naegi and the super high school-level talents in his class (the third year of high school, but his memory was erased and he thought he had just entered school) were locked in a closed teaching building, and then they were told that unless they killed others, everyone I will live here for the rest of my life. There is a school-level referee system, that is, after a period of time when the deceased appears, there will be a school-level referee. Everyone gathers in a court-like place to debate with each other and then identify the murderer. If it is correct, only the murderer will be sentenced. , if the guess is wrong, then people other than the murderer will be executed, and the murderer can leave.

At the beginning, everyone didn't want to kill people, but later the person who planned this game turned into a "Monokuma" puppet and kept exposing their privacy weaknesses to stimulate them to kill each other. As a result, the last five survivors finally left the building, only to find that the outside world There are ruins and gunfire everywhere, and it's the end of the world outside.

The above is the best first part of Danwan=v=

Then... I actually wanted to play a teacher-student stalk... so I pulled the time forward a little...

It's a bit of a Calvin, so it's a bit late

Finally, I wish you a happy reading, and finally break through the 10W mark, and say you love me! !