Salvation equals death

The USJ attack came to an end. The students in Class A of the first grade faced the enemy directly but no one was injured, and soon became the focus of public opinion.

The professional heroes who finally rushed to USJ cleaned up the mob who had not yet had time to evacuate. Although the leader was not caught, the police arrested a monster named "Brainless" a few streets away.

All Might's injuries added to his injuries, Aizawa Shouta's eye sockets, cheekbones, and bridge of the nose were all damaged, but Chiyo was the most seriously injured.

"Teacher, is Xiao Chiyo okay?" The students in Class A who were outside the infirmary asked anxiously when they saw the healing girl coming out.

The healing girl, who has always been kind and kind, rarely had a gloomy face. She looked at pairs of worried eyes, but she still shook her head slowly and said, "The situation is not very good. Where is the principal? I have something to ask him."

The principal came forward to appease the media who heard the news, but Aizawa Shouta, the only one who knew the specific situation of Shunguang Chiyo, had already rushed to the hospital and lay down in the infirmary. The healing girl had no choice but to contact her parents.

"The child's registration information is filled with 'both parents are dead', and the guardian falls under the name of the leader of Qishi. The other party is currently abroad, and it is unrealistic to want the other party to come here."

The famous hero who is known for being sexy, stroked his hair on the sideburns in the middle of the night, and said worriedly: "What's wrong? Is the child's injury incurable?"

"She..." The healing girl hesitated for a moment, but still sighed, and said, "My personality is to speed up healing by stimulating cell growth, but this child's body..."

The healing girl didn't know how to describe it. She signaled midnight to enter the infirmary. The girl lying on the hospital bed was short of breath, which almost made people worry that she would be breathless in the next second.

Midnight stared intently, only to find that the girl's pale skin was now flushed, as if a flame was burning under her skin, so that her limbs convulsed and trembled, as if she was in unbearable pain.

But in contrast to her painful expression, it was the wound on her body that healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The feeling of wasting vitality in exchange for intact skin made midnight's scalp tingle.

"What, what's going on?" Midnight was a little flustered. Originally, Xiongying was blamed for causing the student to suffer such a serious injury. If something happened to the student, it would become a huge scandal.

"I want to ask about the child's physical condition." The healing girl sighed, "I didn't use personality on her, because her body is very weak, and once the cells are stimulated, it will directly kill her."

"But after the child entered the infirmary, her body temperature suddenly rose, her heart beat faster, and the wound healed quickly... This is healing at the cost of shortening her lifespan. Her growth period was shortened."

"In my perception, there are objects stored in this child's body that do not belong to her, and her legs show lumpy shadows under the X-ray irradiation, and someone has implanted something into her legs .”

The healing girl didn't say much, but Midnight realized the deep meaning in the other party's words - the girl's disability was not born, but the result of the day after tomorrow.

"It's too..." Midnight thought of Qishi, but she didn't want to say anything else. She just shook her head and said, "I can't make a decision lightly. Since the principal accepted her into Xiongying, he must know the cause and effect of this matter." .”

"I hope so." The healing girl sat down on the chair and patted the bed, "Ah, boom, thank you for your hard work, candy?"

Midnight, who was immersed in his own thoughts, suddenly came back to his senses, only to find that there was actually a boy sitting behind the screen. The boy with strange hair looked calm, his right hand was holding the girl's arm, and his body was covered with frost.

"...Boom classmate? Why are you here?"

"?" The young man who had been silent all this time raised his head and shook Chiyo's limp hand as a sign, "I'm cooling down."

Midnight: "... as an ice pack?"

Hong Jiaodong nodded seriously, playing the role of Mo De's emotional cooler with a serious expression: "Yeah."

The young man has a good face, but it's a pity that he is a radio-type natural dumb, and he doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with his personality being used to cool down.

"It's really—" On the contrary, Midnight didn't know what to think, and immediately clenched her fists, and said excitedly, "Youth is so wonderful!"

Hong Jiaodong: "...?"

Hong Jiaodong, a child who has been pure since he was a child, naturally cannot synchronize with the brain circuits of the famous gangster hero.

He rushed back from USJ with Chiyo in his arms all the way, and entered the infirmary again. He was the person who most intuitively felt the changes in the other party's physical condition.

The young man sitting by the hospital bed lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the cold and slender hand that belonged to another person in his hand, his thoughts were confused, but he felt a faint guilt in his heart.

It is an indisputable fact that Hong Jiaodong is the strongest in Class A of the first grade.

The young boy from a family of heroes has the second-ranked professional hero father in the Neon Kingdom, and has experienced inhuman Spartan training since he was a child. Even Katsuki, who has a strong personality and excellent personality, is not as good as Hong Jiaodong at this stage.

But... when confronted with No Brain, he chose to stand aside because he believed too much in the strength of All Might, and only watched the back of the girl working hard to protect everyone.

It's not that he was wrong to abide by his duty as a student, it's just that after witnessing her going all out with his own eyes at that time, Hong Jiaodong was shaken by his persistence all the time.

The personality of refusing to use flames... But will he pay an unimaginably painful price for his persistence one day?

Hong Jiaodong thought of the scene he saw when he rushed to the main square. Even All Might couldn't stop Nao Wu. If he hadn't arrived in time, Shun Guang Chiyo would have been torn in half by Nao Wu .

His frozen personality saved Shun Guang Chiyo, but what if one day, even the frozen personality can't protect the person he wants to protect?

Facing the girl who exhausted his last ounce of energy in order to protect her, his persistence and reservation seemed a little too ridiculous.

Hong Jiaodong gently held Chiyo's hand, he refused to use the flame personality not because of arrogance, nor because he looked down on anyone, but because of the painful past hidden deep in his memory.

Although he was shocked by the girl's behavior, he still couldn't let go, and couldn't let go.

The reason why the heart knot is a heart knot is that it is stubborn and difficult to solve. Many people persuade him to let it go, but if his heart can be compromised because of other people's words, it means nothing more than that.

How much has he lost because of this personality... Hong Jiaodong's eyes were slightly out of focus, his expression was gloomy, and there was a hint of injury in his brows and eyes, as if he had fallen into the quagmire of pain again.

But all of a sudden, Hong Jiaodong only felt a warmth in his heart, and the emotions that were heavily squeezed in his heart disappeared in the blink of an eye. He was slightly startled, a little confused, but he caught a glimpse of blackness flashing past from the corner of his eyes.

The ink color rushed into Chiyo's cuff at a high speed, so fast that Hong Jiaodong couldn't react for a while, but the light and shadow at that moment clearly looked like a snake.

Hong Jiaodong's heart trembled, he stood up abruptly and grabbed Chiyo's arm, but he couldn't find any living things.Looking out of the corner of his eye, he found that Chiyo's collar was faintly surrounded by ink.

Hong Jiaodong almost subconsciously opened the lace neckline of the girl's armored suit, trying to catch the snake out, but caught a rope and pulled out an amber pendant.

Hong Jiaodong was slightly stunned, because what was condensed in the amber stone was not an insect, but a small four-leaf clover that had turned yellow, and there was a gap on the four-leaf clover that was bitten by an insect.

Some memories flooded with the warmth of sunshine, rain and dew, but before he had time to catch them, a harsh shout suddenly sounded from behind: "What are you doing?!"

When Hong Jiaodong came back to his senses, he realized that his behavior had gone too far, and it would probably cause unnecessary misunderstandings in the eyes of others.

"The Healing Girl asked me to cool down the student Shun Guang." Between cooling down and catching the little snake, Hong Jiao Dong chose the former, and solemnly withdrew his hand, looking towards the door of the infirmary.

Wearing a heroic uniform, a young man with purple seaweed hair stood at the door of the infirmary with a hostile expression, his eyes fixed on Hong Jiaodong's hand, and said, "There's no need to do extra things to cool down, right?"

Hong Jiaodong blinked, but he didn't feel guilty. After all, he really didn't do anything: "I saw something like a snake scurrying into Shun Guang's cuff. I was in a hurry. I'm sorry. I'm a student from Class A in the first grade. Frozen."

"...First-year class C is worrying about others." The purple-haired boy looked at Hong Jiaodong for a long time, and said dubiously, "Let's wait until the healing girl comes over."

Soon, the healing girl who followed Teacher Midnight to get the medical report returned to the infirmary. After solving the misunderstanding, she was shocked when she heard that there was a snake.

"How could there be a snake?" The healing girl drove the two boys behind the screen and untied Chiyo's armor suit.

After a long while, the healing girl who changed Chiyo into a hospital gown was relieved, and said with a smile, "It's okay, it's okay, classmate Hong was blindsided, it's not a snake, it's a snake-like tattoo."

"Tattoos?" Worrying and Hong Jiaodong were both taken aback for a moment. After all, Shun Guang Chiyo was introverted and quiet, and he really didn't seem like a person who would follow trends.

"Yes, it's pretty good-looking. The snake and the leaves of the hiiragi tree have a very simple feeling, but it's not the same as the tattoo designs that are popular now." The healing girl didn't think much, and returned to the table.

"But..." Hong Jiaodong clearly remembered that what he saw was a wisp of moving ink, but he was not sure if he had misjudged it in a blink of an eye.

"Okay, okay, the situation in the blink of an eye has stabilized, you all go back, don't worry your parents." The healing girl smiled and began to push people away, each of them stuffed a candy, and pushed the two boys out Infirmary.

The worrying person made him feel that he had died unjustly. He was sent away before he had time to take a look. No matter how he thought it was the fault of the red and white mandarin duck next to him.

The worried person who was really out of breath took a deep breath and decided to advance the declaration of the sports festival a little bit: "... Chiyo and I are sitting next to each other."

Hong Jiaodong turned his head to look at him, his expression was a little cold, and he said seriously with a worrying look: "It is the goal of me and Chiyo to be enrolled in the Hero Department, and the Hero Department will come in and out, so you have to be careful."

"... Shun Guang is also a student of Class A." For some reason, Hong Jiaodong suddenly felt that the emotional turmoil in his heart was a bit overwhelming, probably because of the provocation in the other party's words, "We will not lose."

The worrying person raised his eyelids and glanced at him, as if he suddenly understood something, his eyes became a little more hostile: "You don't know her well, after all, she spends more time in class C."

"This has nothing to do with you." Hong Jiaodong interrupted his words in a somewhat aggressive tone, with indifference written all over his eyes.He was a little confused, thinking about the incomplete four-leaf clover in his mind.

The two parted on bad terms, and when they left, they looked at the door of the infirmary with some worry, but they still believed in Xiongying's teachers, so they went back obediently.

The distraught Hong Jiaodong returned home with a heavy heart, ignored Andeva's stern inquiries, and went straight back to the room.

He sat by the bed in silence for a long time, and finally began to rummage through the box. He was sure that something existed, but he couldn't remember where he hid it.

Hong Jiaodong vaguely remembers some of the past, but most of his childhood memories are painful. Andewa prevents external factors from interfering with his studies, and controls almost all the items under his hands.

"If I had something I wanted to remember but couldn't be found, where would I hide it?"

Hong Jiaodong finally cut open the tatami in the closet, and found something like an envelope from inside.

He opened the envelope, and inside were several diaries that had been torn and glued carefully, a vague and childish pencil drawing, and a pure white hairband.

Hong Jiaodong looked back in a daze, some memories were like water that broke open a cage, instantly diluting those painful pasts, while some words that were originally forgotten, accompanied him through such tormenting years like stars in the night .

——The few bright lights in his childhood were lying quietly in the place closest to him.

The author has something to say: [Outside the drama - diary]

Hong Dongmei knew that her younger brother, Hong Pannagi, had a very precious diary.

The little boy always puts the diary under the pillow, flips through it every day when he sleeps, and mumbles a few times, as if telling himself not to forget.

After having that diary, the little boy is no longer afraid of the dark.

Until one day, Andeva, who suddenly checked the personal items in his son's room, tore up the diary angrily after flipping through it.

In Hong Dongmei's memory, the little boy started his rebellious period after weeping hoarsely.

He was no longer afraid of being beaten, no longer afraid of pain, even though his father was harsh, he never compromised.

There is no mother's lamp, no short but warm memories.

A boy who has nothing is like a desperate gambler, filling his heart with resentment.

Since there is nothing left to lose, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Since you regard me as a tool of personality, then I will use personality to threaten you.

Even if he was beaten, he never used the personality of the flame again.