The second disease teaches you to be a man [comprehensive]

AFO firmly affirmed the speculation in everyone's mind.

The leader looked at the wonderful expressions of everyone. He had replayed and analyzed the scene just now several times in his mind. After connecting the relationships and hubs exposed in the phenomenon, AFO unlocked the key nodes. He looked at the scene clearly. everyone.

"Excellent personality, I believe you can help him master it." The leader of the enemy alliance hidden in the dark lightly instructed his subordinates and disciples, and even the black mist beside him felt a heavy weight.

"Cough-cough cough cough!"

While talking, the leader suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth, trying to suppress the blood that was about to vomit, "The damage caused by All Might is really terrible."

AFO closed his eyes and frowned, with a hint of pain in his expression.

"Teacher!! Your body!"

"gentlemen!"

"Hey hey hey...what's going on, doctor." Shigaraki looked gloomyly at the little old man in a white coat, "Teacher is obviously not in good health, how could you... dare to bring him out, if it wasn't for you Someone the teacher trusts..."

The doctor who also showed a dignified expression cooperatively heard this, and a arc-shaped flash was reflected by the thick bottle-bottomed glasses. He remained silent and did not refute, but just raised his hand and stroked his thick beard.

Dead handle wooden hanging, too young, I can't comprehend the meaning of the husband, but this should be one of the goals of the husband.

"Hanging, it doesn't matter. I know my situation, but it's true, time is running out." AFO stared into the eyes of Shikuragi, "But I brought you a peer, you should learn to bear some Things are gone, take care of Yuu as your younger brother, do you hear me?"

"What?!" Dead Handwood reacted violently. "I do not want it!"

"This stinky brat's personality, such a heaven-defying personality..." The light blue-haired boy hunched his back and growled hoarsely, "This guy must have been pampered and brought up, those disgusting heroes—absolutely You won't let such a good seed go? Judging by his delicate skin and tender flesh, he has never suffered at all. Maybe this kid is a child of a heroic family? A young master who doesn't know the sufferings of the world!"

He shouted excitedly, his eyes were red, and forked-like red bloodshots filled and spread in his eye sockets, which was extremely frightening, and the palms all over his body began to tremble violently. He yelled unacceptably, "A person like him, teacher! Why?! Aren't you afraid that he has some conspiracy to sneak in?"

Of course, this is not the real reason, it's just an excuse made by Sigangmu. How can he tolerate one more person here?The teacher is the most important person in his life, he absolutely does not allow other people to get involved!

"Dead handle wood."

AFO seemed to have expected Siganmu's reaction a long time ago. He called out the name of the child he had adopted since he was a child, and there was a hint of disappointment in the depths of his eyes. This emotion was obviously captured by Siganmu who had been paying attention to him. , the hysterical roar of the sick young man stopped abruptly, and he suddenly lost all his strength and fell down on the chair, drooping his head listlessly.

"I got it... I got it!"

"He is also, just like you, a person who was abandoned by the whole world that uses the [symbol of peace] as its pillar. Go, you and Yu will find a common language."

AFO just explained like this, and didn't say anything more, but he knew that Niigaragi had heard his words, "Doctor, let's go. It's time today, I still hope to get better soon, this world is too peaceful It's been a long time."

The people in the room disappeared at once, only Guangzhou, Dead Handwood, and Black Mist remained in the dead silent room.

The giant baby who was hit by the nuclear bomb-like news that there was another member in the family was still trembling, completely oblivious to the departure of the others, and he couldn't help scratching his neck irritably again.

"Sigangmu, Mr. has left." Heiwu reminded Sigangmuhang who didn't know what he was thinking.

"I know." Dead Karaki with his head hanging down replied in a suppressed voice.

Hei Wu has long been used to this sick and delicate person who likes to get into the horns, he ignored the dead handle wood, and gentlemanly took the black-haired boy to the long stage outside, and greeted Guangzhou to sit on the high chair in front of the stage, deserted There are only three or two kittens left in the wine.

Black mist looked out the window.

This is a wine hidden in a remote corner. You can vaguely hear the yelling and cursing of gangsters passing by outside, and the screams of continuous fist-to-flesh fights occasionally appear. Insects that dwell in crevices, the darkest and dankest crevices of the city where no hero comes.

"I want to eat tempura."

Black Mist's philosophical meditation was brutally interrupted.

Lowering his head, the black-haired boy was speaking reverently to the plate that was so bright that it could reflect the spider webs on the roof.

"Is there no tempura? Is there any steak set meal?"

Hei Wu: "..." This is wine, not a western restaurant, thank you.

"It's so noisy, brat, shut up."

Shigaraki's gloomy gaze turned to Guangzhou, "Here is wine, but there are no things for entertaining little ghosts. Do you want to drink milk or orange juice? There is none. There will be no tempura. You think you are from the palace Do you want us to serve you here, Dreaming, Black Mist, leave him alone."

"Shigaraki, the teacher didn't ask you to take care of Guangzhou like this."

Heiwu reminded lightly.

"You're so annoying, nagging." Sidangmu slammed the door and went back to the room, out of sight and out of mind. He didn't want to stay in the same place with that stinky brat waiting for dinner.

Heiwu had long been accustomed to Shigaraki's temper. From the corner of his eye, he confirmed that the black-haired boy was staying near the stage and did not make any strange movements, so he turned and left to prepare ingredients.

……

Twenty minutes later, when Hei Wu took the food from the cooking table and put them on the table, he suddenly found that the bored boy in the hall suddenly disappeared.

How is this going?

He hurriedly took off the apron on his body, put it on the hook beside him, and then rushed out, while shouting the name of Shiganmu. "Dead handle wood, Guang Zhouyou, he's gone."

"what?"

The person he called scratched his light blue hair irritably, kicked open the door angrily and walked out. Shikuraki's hands were constantly clenched and loosened in the air, and his joints collapsed violently, as if he was using his fingers. Crushing something to vent his uncontrollable anger.

Seeing that Heiwu seemed to have put on his clothes and was ready to teleport away to find someone at any time, Shigangmu still stood motionless at the door, indifferent, and even grabbed the food on the dinner plate with his hands and started chewing.

"That's why I hate those stinky brats. They ran around on the first day, heh." Shikuragi sneered, "I really want to show the teacher, is this the person he likes? You want me to Come to take care of that little ghost, dreaming. I don’t recognize such things as my brother.”

Siganmu, who was talking to himself, seemed to have thought of something again, and began to laugh morbidly, his lips parted, and his voice seemed to be soaked in malice, "Ah, I almost forgot, there is no shortage of food nearby. They are murderers, robbers, and if you are unlucky—you might meet some pedophiles, maybe as soon as you walk out, that young master will be targeted."

"Heiwu, you'd better go out and look for someone. If it's later, there may be no bones left. It's game over in a while." Siganmu opened his arms, and then tightened them violently, his red eyes were particularly strange.

"Dead handle wood!" Black Mist called his name harshly.

"Anyway, I will never go out to look for him, give up, black mist." Sigangmu turned his head indifferently, and pointed the back of his head at the black mist. He was extremely disgusted, "Go to hell, garbage. It has nothing to do with me whether he is dead or alive, he is just a piece of garbage. Also, Black Mist, how long have you not cleaned it? Where are there so many disgusting bugs?"

Hei Wu, who was dressed to go out, walked to the computer screen, and ignored Shigaraki's complaints. Now he didn't know whether he should tell the leader who had just left about this matter.

While he was hesitating, the dead wooden hanger who was still wiping his hands crazily with a tissue behind him suddenly turned his head and looked at an obtrusive object next to him.

"By the way, Black Mist, when did you install a steel pipe in the hall? Is this your taste? Are you going to use this for dancing? It's so ugly, remove it for me."

Shikuraki also crumbled the paper towels into powder, tapped his five fingers on the table in turn, and casually spoke willful words.

"Steel Pipe?"

This time, Hei Mist didn't directly choose to follow his instructions as before, and he read this strange phrase after Shigaraki for no apparent reason.

What steel pipe?

The black mist followed the direction of Sidangmu's fingers, and looked up towards the high iron pipe that seemed to have reached the ceiling, and Sidangmu also raised his head lazily.

The long steel pipes are like bamboo, extending one after the other until reaching the ceiling. The two saw some familiar parts.

—that's the knob on the bottom of the bar seat cushion.

Why do they look at it this way?

The reason is——

The person they were talking about, Guang Zhouyou was sitting on a wine seat modified by someone who didn’t know, lifted himself up to the ceiling, and punched a huge black hole through the ceiling, standing on it and turning around in circles While listening to their conversation leisurely, the short black hair was flying in the sky, looking extraordinarily chic.

— and sarcasm.

Dead Handwood: "..."

Black Mist: "..."

Siganmu: "Get the fuck down for me."