[Comprehensive] How to kill a rabid dog gently

Even after the flames of the explosion were extinguished, people could not forget its enthusiasm and publicity. The students surrounded Bakugou excitedly. Even Izuku Midoriya, who stayed by Cheng's side to help record the data, couldn't help but look at the fullness of the crowd. Notable boys.

"Xiao Sheng has set a new record...!" Lu Gu muttered to himself, "It's really amazing."

"Indeed, Bakugo's talent and potential are quite outstanding among his peers."

Cheng took Lvgu's notebook and turned to the latest page.

"However, for him, simply being outstanding is not enough... Bakugou is a person who is always climbing to the top. In terms of this kind of self-esteem, probably no one can surpass him."

Izuku Midoriya was really happy for Bakugo, but at the same time, disappointment was also quietly growing in the hidden corner of his heart. Before the depressed thoughts dominated his thinking, Cheng's voice interrupted him.

"Green Valley, did you write all these?"

She seemed to have accidentally turned to the contents of the front of the notebook, and asked in a little surprise.

Green Valley saw that she was reading the pages that recorded the information of professional heroes, her face turned red, and she hurriedly explained.

"Ah, no, this is...!"

"The writing is quite good!" Cheng said, "Although the data is not accurate due to the limitation of information channels, the record structure and analysis logic are very effective and novel—Green Valley."

She looked at him and blinked.

"You might be a genius!"

"W-how come, genius or something..." Now Lugu's face was really shy and steamed, "How could I, I don't even have personality..."

"That's not right, Green Valley, let's just talk about professional heroes. Although the world tends to pay more attention to the personality strength of professional heroes, excellent analysis and judgment skills are also essential qualities for outstanding heroes... Sometimes, I even think that the latter requires more attention. more important."

Cheng looked at All Might's data analysis—this part took up almost half of the book, and judging by the date, it was just a record in a short period of time.

"For example, from Hawks, the winged hero who is more active in the public eye, to Eraserhead and Night Eye, who prefer low-key actions, they are all heroes of this type...Of course, I also know that Ou Ermatt."

She closed the notebook and returned it to Green Valley.

"But until you've honed yourself to be as mature and strong as All Might, stick to your own ways."

Lugu stared blankly at Cheng, unconsciously exerting force on the spine of the book.

"Miss Kawasaki, I..."

"All—tell—you—stop talking—!"

The roar from the other side attracted the attention of the two of them. Cheng looked over and saw the children who had surrounded Bakugo just now spread out like birds and beasts, and Bakugo was destroying the city like Godzilla. The same to the surrounding indiscriminate fire.

"What do you say 'that's amazing' - it's really noisy, this level is nothing at all, are you humiliating me!"

(Again) Angry Bakugo walked towards Cheng with a fierce face, probably because he was so aggressive that it almost made people feel that every step he took would shake the ground.

Cheng knew exactly what he wanted to do, so he naturally handed out the data scale that had just been printed out, and Bao Hao snatched it away.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work."

After watching it, Bao Hao's face became even worse, from the level of frightening and crying children under the age of three to the level of further covering children between the ages of three and six.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his head and stared at Cheng with burning eyes.

"Again!"

Cheng showed a troubled expression, but Katsuki Bakugo's gaze was too hot and determined.

"Okay, one more time...but don't push too hard—"

Before she could finish speaking, Bakugou couldn't wait to release his personality. This time the scene was even more amazing than before. The bursting flame tornado contained a powerful force that could be discerned by the naked eye.

Baohao looked at the screen of the instrument for the first time, and the recorded value had a greater breakthrough this time. He couldn't help clenching his fist, only to feel the pain from his hand belatedly.

"Explosive."

The always gentle voice fell on Bakugo Katsuki's ears, and suddenly there was a sense of danger.The boy suddenly raised his heart, so when Cheng held his finger and raised it to his eyes for a closer look, he cautiously did not resist immediately.

Cheng Cheng's gaze sank when he saw the scars on Baohao's palm that were interlaced and split due to overuse of personality.

With her watching like this, even Katsuki Bakugo rang the alarm.

"After class, come with me, classmate Baohao."

Cheng spoke to him in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

It was lunch break after this class, and the boys who originally planned to invite Bakugou to have lunch were all chased away by him after he gave him a hard stare.

"I have something to deal with! Absolutely! Absolutely! Don't follow me!"

"Okay, hurry up, Xiaosheng."

"Noisy!"

Bakugo Katsuki put his hands in his trouser pockets, Cheng had already disinfected his injured area, and now he was still aching from the stimulation of the disinfectant.

Reluctantly, he turned to the back of the teaching building, and saw the woman waiting for him there at a glance.

"What's the matter with you?!"

Cheng didn't care about his somewhat rude attitude, and patted the place beside him.

"Come and sit down here, Bohaojun."

Bakugo vaguely wondered if he was being underestimated, but just looking at Cheng's expression and attitude, he couldn't feel anything wrong. He considered for two seconds whether to get angry, but finally couldn't find the reason for his temper, so he had to swallow his anger and walk away past.

"First, let's evaluate your two personality tests today."

As soon as Cheng took out the thick file, Baohao immediately threw everything behind him, eagerly came over, and Cheng turned to the part about him.

It is probably because the data needs to be corrected more frequently than others. Bakugo Katsuki's file seems to be much thicker, with various test scales neatly and carefully bound, and the latest two have been pasted at the end.

"Overall, it's amazing. You're the only kid I've seen so far to push the limits in such a short amount of time."

Bakugo's brows furrowed a little.

"Of course."

"Of course..." Cheng pondered for a moment, "You, Bakugo, grew up in the expectation of everyone... But, that's not what I want to talk about."

she says.

"I think your actions today are reckless and eager for quick success."

"!!!"

Before Bakugo had time to get angry, Cheng suddenly grabbed his arm, near the wrist, carefully avoiding the wound.

"Does it hurt, Bakugo?" Before the other party could refute, she continued, "You will probably deny it, but in any case, according to the recovery speed of the injury, even if you wait until the next class, you will not be able to fully recover."

She pulled out another gauge and handed it to Bakugo.

"This is……?!"

Bakugo checked the data back and forth, and then carefully looked at the header line, and it was true that his name was written.

But the numbers are alien.

"This is estimated according to your growth curve model. The level you will reach next time, as you can see, is slightly higher than today's second scale...that is, the one you hurt yourself for." She said, "Also, Bakugou, you're always surpassing my pre-estimated stats, so by the next class, you should have been on higher ground."

Cheng Fang lowered his voice.

"So, Bakugo, I'm sorry."

Baohao stared at her, his eyes were a little red, Cheng looked back, and after a while, he suddenly turned his face away.

"Anyway, that's how I look to you."

Uncharacteristically, Bakugou whispered.

"Impatience, aggressiveness, poor sense of proportion... I know what you think."

"...Basically, self-judgment is quite appropriate—but do you really know what I think? Bakugo, I don't think so."

Cheng sighed and moved a little closer to Bakugo.

"I said just now that you grew up under everyone's expectations. I think that's probably true."

She told Bakugou.

"Everyone gives you expectations, and you always meet them, so unknowingly those expectations become higher and higher and more difficult... But Bakugou, you know, what surprised me the most was that all Those expectations from the outside world don’t add up to the goals you set for yourself.”

"How to put it, it's like, people want you to climb to the top of the mountain, but your purpose is to fly to the sky."

She laughed.

"Bakugo, there are many geniuses in the world, and not only one or two of them have personalities similar to yours."

"But there is no doubt that you are the one that burns the brightest."

"I'm really happy to be able to see such a dazzling light with my own eyes... Therefore, I can't help but have expectations for you like everyone else."

Finally, Cheng lightly patted the boy on the shoulder.

"I, I like you very much."

"You, you are—"

What did you say!

Bakugou wanted to yell like this in order to let the shaking in his chest have an outlet, but Cheng's hand that was holding him gradually moved down, touching his palm.

The warm force slowly healed the wound, but another part of his body seemed to be cracking instead. Bakugo tried his best to endure and resist, but in the end he couldn't stop the warm wind from being sent into his heart.

"Forget it this time."

Cheng said to him.

"Take care of yourself in the future, Baohao."

During the break between leaving Oriji and going to the research institute, Cheng went to her usual coffee shop and ordered the same coffee as usual.

When the clerk asked her if she was taking out as before, Cheng suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure sitting by the window.

So she changed her mind.

"No, no takeout today."

Sigang Muhang looked out of the window gloomily.

Because he was impatient, he added a lot of sugar to the coffee in front of him, but the taste did not improve much. He took a sip as he watched the office workers, the students with him, and the mother with the child passing by. Fermented muddy water is no different.

Just like this world is as muddy and hypocritical.

Almost when he was about to leave, someone sat on the seat next to him with a coffee cup.

The first thing Diao saw was her fingers hooking the handle of the cup, and then her long hair.

Then he recognized each other.

"……It's you."

"Well, it's me, long time no see."

"..." He turned his head to the window, "Are you going to meddle in your own business again today?"

"It doesn't count." Cheng laughed and said, "But apart from wanting to say hello, there are other things..."

Cheng took out a box from his bag, and pushed it in front of Shikuraki.

"Can you please accept this?"

"what?"

Dead Handwood made a sarcastic sound.

"Wait, are you mistaken, what kind of cheap and indiscriminate love is this? You don't think that a stupid and disgusting behavior like handing out candy along the road on a whim can-"

As he said that, he pinched the box, and the outer box of the package collapsed, revealing the contents inside.

Shigangmu suddenly stopped talking.

It was a pair of black gloves.

It uses a thin and flexible material that will not feel uncomfortable for long-term wear, and can completely wrap the little finger and ring finger, while the other fingers use a half-finger design.

"It's not a whim. I've had this idea since we met last time."

She tapped the wall of the cup lightly with her fingertips, showing a recalled expression.

"The design was drawn that night, and it took a few days to customize it. After I got it back, I kept it with me. I thought I would give it to you when I meet again... Of course, the bigger possibility is that I will never meet again. is you."

Cheng said.

"However, what if there is a chance to meet again? Probably because of some personal experience, I always want to avoid leaving regrets... In short, thank God."

Her cup of coffee had run out, and Cheng stood up.

"It's really a pleasure to meet you here."

After saying goodbye, she walked out of the coffee shop.

Shikaki sat silently in the distance.

He stared in front of him, lying in the wreckage of the box, but the second layer of wrapping paper bag carefully prepared by the original owner was still intact.

After a while, he suddenly moved, opened the bag roughly, and put the gloves on his hands.

Fits just right.

"hateful……"

Nikuragi looked even more annoyed, and he tangled his fingers together violently.

"Why do you even remember this kind of thing clearly..."

He whispered to himself.

"……hateful."

"Sister! They're here again!"

Cheng heard Wataru's cheerful voice from a long distance away. Just as she took two steps, the girl swept in like a whirlwind and plunged into Cheng's arms.

"Cross me, don't disturb other people's work."

"sorry."

The girl stood on tiptoe, put her arms around Cheng's waist, and looked up at her with eyes as clear as glass.

"But, but, for today's date, I have endured for a century, and I am so happy to do so!"

"Even so..." Cheng prolonged the ending a little, but still couldn't help laughing, "Just pay attention next time, please forgive you this time——Wait me, candy?"

"need!"

Toga was followed by Cheng into the research room. When Cheng went to start the testing equipment, Toga happily hummed a song while unwrapping the candy.

"Did anything good happen to me this week?"

Cheng turned to ask her.

"Um……"

I thought about it.

"Actually, I don't know either."

The girl gave a big smile.

"Since the last time we parted, I have been looking forward to today's meeting, because every day I am closer to seeing my sister, so I am very happy every day-so ah, I don't remember whether I have encountered any good things!"

"Walk me..." Even Cheng, who was about to blush under the girl's passionate and straightforward speech, "If you say that, I will be ashamed..."

"It's okay, my shy sister is also very beautiful..."

"—Water me, you really are a terrible child."

Cheng hurriedly pushed her into the locker room.

"The change of clothes is already in there."

The girl let out a crisp laugh, and then there was the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

"Sister..." Through the curtain, she said to Cheng, "What stage has my personality identification reached?"

Cheng was looking at my file and answered this question naturally.

"It's the fifth stage, cross me."

"That's true, we've really met five times."

There was reassurance in her voice.

"I sometimes think...it's okay if I don't find my own personality in this lifetime."

Cheng paused, and asked softly after a while.

"Why do you say that, Wataru?"

"I had such a nightmare yesterday." The girl said, "I dreamed that I discovered my personality when I was four years old. It was not too weak or too strong, and it was no different from the people around me. , I grew up normally, had many friends, and then one day, I passed my sister on the street—”

Her voice dropped.

"None of us knew each other."

Cheng listened quietly.

"When I woke up, I really thought, 'Oh, that's great, it was just a dream.' … From that day forward, I found out."

Toga opened the curtain and walked out of the dressing room. The moment I saw Cheng, gentle ripples appeared in her eyes.

"I am willing to exchange everything I got in my dream for getting acquainted with you."

At that time, the words that Watanabe's body didn't say were:

——It doesn’t matter if the world leaves me with wounds, as long as I finally meet you, those scars can make you feel that I am unique...

That's enough.

"Then, I will take my leave today."

At the appointed time, Du I was reluctantly said goodbye to Cheng. She seemed to want to say something to Cheng, but she knew in her heart that the longer this kind of time was delayed, the harder it was to separate. Du I secretly watched it again. Glancing at the other party, Cheng smiled and waved to her, and she forced herself to turn around and take a step.

When I was being carried out of the research institute, a young man just walked in.

Subtly, the two of them seemed to feel something at the same time. The moment they passed by, their eyes briefly met, and then quickly separated.

As if nothing happened.

However, after taking a few steps, Watari stopped suddenly and muttered angrily.

"What... this unpleasant feeling..."

Not long after Cheng sat down, he found that Hong had arrived.

"Boom, today is also on time."

The young man responded lightly, and asked about other things as if casually.

"Just now, I ran into a blonde girl at the door..."

"Ah, you mean to save me? It's the customer from the previous appointment time slot. Do you think she's cute too?!"

"That's not true, I don't feel anything."

——Or rather, inexplicably the feeling in the opposite direction.

Hearing Hong's words, Cheng could not help but sigh.

"Boom, have you ever praised a girl well?"

"..." Hong thought about it carefully, "No, probably."

Cheng glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and it was about 10 minutes before the appointment time, so she gave the boy extra life lessons with peace of mind.

"Listen well, boom, learning to praise girls is a skill that every man should master."

"But……"

"Think about it." Cheng raised a finger, "Suppose, in the class, there is a girl I like..."

Hong Wenyan frowned slightly, seeing that Chengcheng tentatively changed his words.

"Or...it doesn't have to be a girl—"

"Please think it's a girl, please."

Boom quickly replied.

"Okay, then let's continue... There is a girl I like, and I think she can be liked by him. She is a cute and excellent girl." Cheng said, "Then, how do you plan to let her know how much you love her?" How do you feel?"

Boom thought about it seriously, and it took a while before he raised his head.

"I won't tell her, not now."

"Huh?" Cheng was a little surprised, "Why?"

"Because, the right time hasn't come yet." Hong said, "The current me is far from strong enough."

Cheng started to feel curious, and continued to ask.

"But what does liking her have to do with whether you are strong or not?"

"related."

He intensified his tone a little.

"There are some words that can only be said to her when I am strong enough."

"I understand." Cheng quickly accepted his point of view, and continued to follow his train of thought, "What if, one day, you think the time is ripe enough?"

"..."

He spoke cautiously.

"Prepare for a formal occasion, and then solemnly tell her what I think..."

"Well, that's it."

"I'll tell her—"

Boom said.

"I will do my best to protect her so that she can have a life that is freer and broader than anyone else's."

"……boom."

Cheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Isn't this a marriage proposal?"

At this time, she clearly realized that the other party was a conservative, dignified, and extremely simple person, but this kind of otherworldly place is also very cute...or it can be called electric waves.

"However, this kind of marriage proposal is too touching. Probably no girl in the world can refuse... Boom, you will become a man who cannot be underestimated in ten years."

"...Ten years?"

Cheng did not hear the inaudible whispers.

"However, when you are working hard for it, the other party doesn't know anything, isn't it a little unfair?"

"Isn't it fair?"

"Look, if she likes you the same, but you always don't respond...it will make her sad. Maybe, she also wants to work with you to move towards the same goal?"

Hong couldn't help looking into Cheng's eyes.

"So, what should I do?"

"This brings me back to the topic at the beginning." Cheng said, "You have to learn to praise her."

She counted them one by one.

"For example, where she is gentle, brave, even clumsy... and her new dress, new nail polish, everything that makes you feel excited..."

"I understand."

Boom nodded.

"Miss Kawasaki."

"Huh?" Seeing the serious gaze of the young man, Cheng subconsciously became solemn, "Please... please tell me."

"I can't think of anything that you call clumsy, and I don't know how to describe your gentleness and bravery..." he said, "It's like a drop of water can't accurately describe the ocean."

Boom stared at the woman for a while before continuing.

"During working hours, you always wear a white coat, and you don't have the habit of putting on nail polish... But, I don't think it's bad."

——"Finally, Ms. Kawasaki, your hairpin today is very beautiful."

Chengzhan smiled, and patted Hong's forehead lightly with his palm.

"You graduated, boom."

"Miss Kawasaki..."

After being stunned for a second, he raised his hand to touch the place she touched.

Then, he suddenly decided not to explain anymore.

Until a certain day in the future actually comes... For now, it's fine as it is now.

"Kawasaki, do you have time tonight?"

When Cheng was looking for the key, the door next door opened first, and Aizawa poked his head out to ask.

"I guess there is... Tomorrow is also a rest day." Cheng turned the key, "What's wrong, Mr. Aizawa?"

"In the evening there is a lunch meeting inside a professional hero. It is said that a female partner will be brought in, and it will be very troublesome to evade, so I would like to ask if you have time to help with it." Aizawa added, "However, due to the emergency, I didn't have time to make an agreement with you beforehand, and if you don't want to..."

"I can go."

She responded quickly.

"However, Aizawa-sensei, how much time do we have for preparation?"

"Thanks, Kawasaki."

Aizawa Yuta looked at his watch.

"Deducting the traffic time, we still have...about two and a half hours."

What does two and a half hours mean to a lady about to go to a formal occasion?

First, it means that she has plenty of time to clean herself.

Cheng had wet hair, and when he went outside to dry, Aizawa had also shaved, and found a place on his balcony where there was enough light, and was looking in the mirror to see if there were any omissions.

"Kawasaki."

Aizawa turned around to say hello, and smoothed his forehead hair back. I don't know if it's because of the big contrast between his usual image, but in Cheng's view, Aizawa Shouta at this moment is simply handsome.

"Ms. Aizawa."

"Ok?"

"If you're serious, you can easily recruit a dozen female companions."

"Stop making fun of me, I can't do such troublesome things..." He looked over with a little helplessness in his eyes, "Besides, don't you already have you?"

"That's right." Cheng smiled at him, "How long is it, Mr. Aizawa?"

"It's close to an hour and 10 minutes." He raised his head and said to Cheng, "There is plenty of time, go at your own pace."

It took half an hour to do the hair, and another four or ten minutes to do the makeup. As for Aizawa, he cleaned himself up from head to toe in the first two and a half minutes, and then he leaned on the window sill , leisurely listening to Cheng's footsteps walking in and out.

In the last half hour, she came out of the balcony again.

"Ms. Aizawa, Mr. Aizawa, look here!"

Aizawa Shouta's eyes fell to Cheng's direction, and she lifted the two dress skirts so that Aizawa could see clearly.

"Hey, which one do Aizawa-sensei think is better?"

Aizawa showed a thoughtful look.

"The one on the left."

"This one?"

"Yeah," he said, "to complement your eye color."

"Okay, then it's decided."

Cheng walked back into the room excitedly, just when Aizawa relaxed and raised the corners of her mouth unconsciously, she seemed to have remembered something, and turned back again.

"Ms. Aizawa."

"what happened?"

"See you at the door in 10 minutes."

Aizawa's gaze fell into her smiling eyes, and after a while, he moved away as if nothing had happened.

"Ah."

When Cheng opened the door, Aizawa Shouta was already waiting there.

"now what?"

"Two ten minutes."

"enough."

Cheng hooked his fingers.

"Ms. Aizawa, lower down."

Aizawa Shouta showed a confused expression, but still leaned down slightly, Cheng twisted his crooked tie, and re-tied a beautiful knot.

"That's fine."

They arrived at their destination a little earlier than expected.

Aizawa showed the hero's license to the waiter at the door, and the two of them walked through the long corridor after getting permission to enter the final venue.

"You bastard—at last! At last! Come! Come!"

As soon as he entered the arena, there was a huge sound wave rushing towards him, Aizawa subconsciously shielded Cheng from behind, the instigator seemed even more excited when he saw this scene, and rushed to the two of them enthusiastically.

"Unexpectedly! Eraser head! You really brought a female companion!"

Under the spectacle in front of him, Mike couldn't help being dazzled by shock and excitement, and held Cheng's hands rashly.

"I'm meeting you for the first time, this lovely lady. I'm Bryant. Mike, this guy's contemporaries and colleagues, may I ask what kind of mentality you have for accepting his invitation—"

"open."

Aizawa grabbed Mike's arm sullenly.

"Also, didn't you tell me that you must bring a female companion to enter the venue?"

"Ha...haha, it's not because you have been looking for excuses to avoid the exchange meeting for several years, so I..." Feeling Aizawa grabbing his hand and starting to force it, Mike quickly speeded up his speech, "Strictly speaking, I I didn’t lie to you, there is indeed a rule of bringing companions into the arena, but because many heroes can’t do it, it is now in a semi-abolished state—”

He pointed to the pussycat members gathered around the dessert tower.

"If you abide by the rules, what will happen to the cats in the always window over there?!"

As soon as the words fell, a fork flew over, accompanied by the angry Mandalay cat and North American shorthair cat, similar to the protest of "too rude bastard!" "You don't have a female companion!"

"All in all, that's it."

Seeing Aizawa's frown getting deeper and deeper, Mike laughed dryly.

"Hello, Mr. Mike, I'm Kawasaki Sum." Before the atmosphere became menacing, Cheng held the other's hand and shook it gently and politely, "I'm Mr. Aizawa's friend, please give me your advice."

"That means your relationship is not..."

"Shut up, Mike."

"ok."

Under Aizawa's unfriendly gaze, Mike made a movement of zipping up, then patted Aizawa on the shoulder, and said to him in a low voice: "Come on, Eraser, I will support you."

"Mike..."

Aizawa slowly took away the opponent's hand.

"Now, please go to the other end of the venue and stay."

——Do you know that the volume of your whispers is insulting to whispers by the standards of normal people? !

After getting rid of friends and colleagues who had been troublesome for many years, Aizawa couldn't help but feel a little awkward when he faced Cheng again.

"Kawasaki……"

"Ms. Aizawa also has this type of friend." Cheng half-covered his face and smiled, "It's really enviable."

"Huh?...Well, it's sort of like that."

Aizawa sighed.

"In short, although it was a misunderstanding, I am very grateful that you came here with me... I wish I didn't bother you."

"No, I don't usually see so many professional heroes. It is a very precious experience for me."

Cheng looked around, the venue was quite spacious, and there were many professional heroes present, many of whom were familiar faces who often appeared in the media.

"Ms. Aizawa, is that the trendy bull king? He's wearing denim for this kind of occasion."

"Well, he's right, because that guy is arguing that denim should be the epitome of formal wear."

"Gangster Killer Whale! So tall!"

"The official data shows that his height should be more than two meters... I heard that he actively participated in activities organized by the Children's Rights Association for a while, but he was politely advised not to participate because he scared the children to cry every time. It was a big blow…”

"It's fat rubber!"

"He's here too, I'm afraid one-third of the food in the venue will be..."

Aizawa paused suddenly.

"...Sorry, professional heroes seem to be weirdos."

"No." Cheng looked up at him slightly, and shook his head, "Because of this, I respect professional heroes even more... After all, we are all human beings with flesh and blood, but professional heroes can become a symbol of social stability. amazing."

She added.

"In my heart, Aizawa-sensei is also like this."

Aizawa thought about it.

"In other words, am I a weirdo too?"

"Oh? I didn't mean that..."

"I know." Aizawa Shouta said, "Just kidding."

Cheng stared at his face for a few seconds.

"Ms. Aizawa is playing tricks."

"Nothing."

He looked away and began to look for something to divert the other party's attention. At this moment, someone walked towards them.

When Hawks came with two champagne glasses, Aizawa was still thinking about the friendship between the two, but he didn't expect that the person who greeted him first was Kawasaki Sumina.

"Miss Cheng, long time no see."

"Ah, Mr. Hawks." Cheng took the wine handed over by the other party, and explained to Aizawa, "The research project of the institute has cooperated with Mr. Hawks before."

"Ah, this kind of introduction is too official. It's not like we don't have personal relationships at all..." Hawkes exclaimed pretending to be disappointed, and then laughed, "Don't show such an expression Eraser head, although It's your girlfriend, but it's too..."

He grabbed Aizawa's shoulders.

"Could it be that you are still at the stage of calling your surname?"

Aizawa pushed him away in a less friendly way, and Hawks smiled a little more happily instead.

"Mr Hawkes, you..."

"Okay, I understand, Miss Cheng, I'm really just here to say hello." He complained, "Andeva refuses this kind of activity every time, and All Might seldom participates in it now. Seeing new faces...let alone acquaintances."

"All Might won't come." Cheng said, "I haven't seen him in person yet, it's a pity."

"Um--"

Hawkes thought for a moment, then reached into the inside pocket of his coat.

"Speaking of this, next month there will be a professional hero symposium open to the public, and All Might may attend. I happen to have two tickets for front row seats here. If you are interested, Miss Cheng, I will give them to you. .”

"is it okay?"

"Anyway, I don't have anyone to send... But Miss Cheng's research institute is doing personality research, and you seem to be very interested in social sciences. You will like this kind of activity, right?"

He said, holding up the champagne.

"If today's theme is a dance, I will invite you to dance... But it's a pity, so, may I have the honor to have a drink with you?"

For some reason, Aizawa felt that Cheng hesitated for half a second.

But she quickly concealed this point, and in the blink of an eye, Cheng picked up the wine glass and gently touched the other party.

"To express my thanks..." she said, "and, I wish you the best of luck."

They didn't stay until the end, and it was Aizawa who proposed to leave first.

Because he noticed that Kawasaki Summi seemed to have become quieter, Aizawa guessed that it was a crowded place that made her feel tired, or