[Comprehensive] collapse this little thing

The smell of food immediately filled the deserted corridor.

The part that Sakura Satsuma opened is self-heating curry, which is impeccable in both smell and taste. The human-computer interaction of the self-heating mechanism developed by Koimai is simply a classic, neither because of the self-heating chemistry The substance scalds the hands holding the bento, and can also provide enough heat to melt the animal fat inside the bento.

Therefore, a large box of well-crafted, fragrant and oily beef curry seems to make people's index fingers move.

Sakura Mikan also patted the open space next to her, indicating that the other party could sit beside her and eat.

Isn't this guy vigilant at all?

Shigaraki struggled for a long time, his teacher taught him all kinds of knowledge, but he didn't consider how to deal with such a complete idiot who couldn't be killed directly.So the stiff boy held the boxed lunch for a long time, and finally couldn't help Sakura Satsuma's repeated urging, and sat next door.

In order to avoid the smell of a fool coming towards him, he moved aside in disgust.

The dead handle wood hanger pulled out the insulation layer used to block the reaction of the two chemicals in a similar manner, so at an obvious speed that can be felt by body temperature, the heavy box lunch in his hand began to gradually heat up.

Breaking apart the disposable chopsticks, the theme of his bento box is Oyakodon. Chicken, onion and eggs are mixed together lively, with a thin sauce poured on the rice. With the gradual heating of the bento box at the bottom, it belongs to Oyakodon's unique chicken aroma gradually hits the nose.

Seeing the senior next to him holding the lunch box in a daze for a long time, Sakura Mikan raised the spoon and filled his mouth with curry again, and said vaguely: "Why don't you eat it?"

After thinking for a while, as if suddenly remembering something, the girl suddenly realized: "That...don't you eat onions?"

"..."

How did you come up here?

For the sake of rice, spare your life.

Sigang Muhang didn't answer, but raised the spoon in a similar manner.For a moment, there was only the slight sound of swallowing food in the air.This road, which was originally used as an emergency exit, was temporarily abandoned due to the reconstruction of the stadium to prevent students from taking shortcuts at the sports festival. For the time being, no one will come to remote places, so Sakura Satsuma is very relieved and unscrupulous. Two tin cans were dug out from the inside, and inside were two boxes of miso soup that could also be self-heating.

"Hey, this is also a very good self-heating food. It was well received at today's sports festival! Both the participating students and the audience liked it very much!"

This time Shikuraki took it without hesitation, even if he might kill this guy later, but people can't live with rice, thinking about it, the boy picked up the spoon with three fingers and poured the soup to his mouth one by one delivery.

After staring at Shigaraki for a while, Sakura Mikan sneered.

"...?"

The other party narrowed his eyes dangerously. Under the wide brim of his hat, he couldn't see his expression clearly.

"I mean, when I was in elementary school, I wouldn't mistake the gestures for chopsticks and spoons!"

Sakura Mikan obviously said with some pride, but judging from the content of the conversation, being able to use chopsticks correctly is not something worthy of praise.

madness.

This is the definition of Sakura Satsuma once again given by Shikangaki.If Hotaru Imai was present at this time, he would definitely raise his hands in agreement with this judgment. It’s good that you finally understood the essence of mandarin at the beginning——

But at this time, there is no Tucao responsible for Imai Hotaru to explain here.

So Sakura Mikan unscrupulously let go of herself without hindrance.

After a long time, Sigang Muhang took off the glove on one hand, and stretched out his hand tentatively to the girl sitting beside him.At least four fingers are about to touch the opponent's skin, but Sakura Mikan seems to have no sense of danger, and there is no movement to dodge at all. It can be seen from the eyes that there is indeed no sense of fear at all. No.

Stupid, stupid people have stupid blessings?

In the end, Shikuraki took his hand back.

After all, the matter of life and death is only a moment of one's own intentions, and there is no need to expose yourself because of a double-braided fool in a place where there are heroes everywhere.

After eating all the food in the bento box, Shigaraki stood up, intending to go back to the corner of the stand to see how many opponents this year's third year of Xiongying High School has that can be considered as combat power.Without hesitation, Sakura Mikan threw the two bento boxes back into the trash storage box of the trolley, said goodbye and turned to leave.

After all, it’s just that she has met a few times and fed once or twice. This kind of relationship has been experienced many times since she was a child, and she has been in the kindergarten since she was in junior high school. Part-time job experience.

Not feeling that there is anything wrong with this analogy at all, Mikan walked towards the game site of the first-year high school students, planning to join Koimai before the afternoon game. If all goes well, they might be able to sit in the stands together and watch the game Contest.

Watching the live broadcast on the screen is of course not as impactful as watching it live... just before the first-year competition venue, there are students from the business department selling binoculars for the stands. It can be said that it is not a waste of any money that can be made Opportunity.

So Koimai would be a strong player if he chose the business department when he entered school... Sakura Mikan thought so.

Backfired, Hotaru Imai drove Sakura Mikan to the stands to watch the game very simply and rudely—she was busy making money, recording data, collecting money to control odds fluctuations, and preventing being caught by reporters. I can think of two predictable results, the school reported criticism or made headlines.

So, a little frustrated, Mikan took out her own binoculars, and sat obediently in the seats of her classmates in the stands.

At that time, Izuku and Midoriya Izuku came face to face on the field.