[One Strike Man] Saijie Doujin Collection

What kind of daily activities does Fang use... However, the things he doesn't want to know are written all over a notebook, and it seems that there is still the possibility of infinite extension.

He wants to know how to kill the opponent, how strong the opponent is, how to break the plainness on the opponent's face, know the weakness of the opponent, and how to carve equality on the face that affects his activities. He was so panicked... However, there was nothing in the notebook that he wanted to know, and it was clean. This attitude was not at all like treating an enemy, or even treating a teacher.

This discovery gave Genos the urge to tear up the notebook. This is not a document, it is just a book of useless work. He wondered why he hadn't discovered this.What was he obsessively remembering during this time?

At this moment, the teacher had already picked out the pot of cactus that matched the description in the notebook—even though he himself had a boring look on his face that could not tell the difference, he still chose the same one as Genos's notebook. The records on the Internet fit together—he held the cactus, and approached Genos’s chest as if to check the information. Genos could feel the hot air exhaled from his nostrils, the fluctuating heartbeat, and the focused eyes seemed to be a heat source.

Some kind of strangeness made Genos want to avoid but didn't want to escape. An impossible sense of trembling flowed along his brain nerves. The teacher raised his empty hand and naturally wrapped his arms around his waist. Not worried at all, not defensive at all.

"Don't move." The teacher said, he didn't forget to add Genos's name at the end of this short sentence, GENOS, and called out the pronunciation combination of these letters as if confirming something, with a bit of Softness that doesn't match the meaning of the name.

They were too close, and Genos couldn't help shaking. He imagined turning on the incinerator and letting the energy flow out of his body wantonly. He imagined smashing the teacher's head. Difficult, or imagine the teacher fell to the ground covered in blood, the expression on his face is panic or fear, make him suffer, let him cry, break, hurt, kill him.

Unprecedented pleasure flooded Genos's mind. The pleasure of hurting the person in front of him was comparable to the sweet revenge of killing a crazy robot. He wanted to do everything harmful to the person in front of him, and the raging pleasure swept over him. his brain.

At the same time, there is a further sense of guilt. The thread hidden in the depths of his mind is everywhere, and it reappears, making Genos no longer so happy about the scene of hurting the teacher, but sadly nervous. It hurts, the eyes are dark and pale, the consciousness is confused, and the ears are buzzing. Genos's hands suddenly softened, and the notebook slipped down, but it did not fall to the ground. It was caught by the teacher with agility, and he also .

"Jenos." The teacher tilted his head, pressed his forehead against his, and made a low and steady voice, as if Genos' abnormality had no effect on him.The alarm bells in Genos's mind are loud, too close, this distance is terrifyingly short for the two opposing sides, he is not good at melee combat, which means that his whole body is full of loopholes.But so what?He changed his mind and thought: The teacher is not afraid, because the teacher doesn't care about this at all.

This made Genos' anger a little aggrieved, because the teacher didn't care about it at all.

His weight was unscrupulously pressed on the teacher's body. The teacher didn't complain that he was heavy. Genos' arms rose with golden lines, steaming, but under the high temperature damage, the teacher remained motionless. He supported Looking at Genos, as if his body could be easily supported, he held the cactus in one hand and the notebook in the other, without any nervousness about Genos' sudden use of weapons , and even carelessly rubbed Genos' forehead.

Totally invulnerable.Genos arrives at this conclusion in a mixture of frustration and relief.

Immediately, more memory fragments flickered intermittently in his mind. He activated all the energy downstairs to make a big fuss, launching a series of earth-shattering attacks. Attack, the teacher's block has no threat at all, let him do more damage, burn clothes, damage the surrounding buildings, smash the balcony, smash the pot of cactus, the teacher smacked his lips regretfully , a reflexively pushed him to the ground...

"I'm going to pay for the cactus, Janos, get up," said the teacher, calmly and without fear.

Genos straightened his body, the energy had converged into the core, his hands were trembling, staring at his own hands, he almost ignored the lives of people on this street, and attacked regardless of the occasion.

The teacher took out the coins from his pocket and took away the cactus. He stood at the door of the store and called out "Janos" again, so Genos involuntarily raised his legs and followed him.

"In the past, it was obviously you who called me more often." The teacher said, but there was no anger in his voice.Genos couldn't tell whether this sentence was a complaint, he only knew that the teacher looked at him, called his name, and naturally slid from GENO to S.He will be happy because of hurting the teacher, and will also be painful because of this happiness. Since he woke up, his daily life has been gradually filled in the teacher's voice.

The new cactus was placed on the balcony to replace the original cactus. The teacher watered it carefully with a kettle, as if it was a very delicate plant. Genos stood by the door frame and looked at him, finally As if defeating something in his mind, he knelt down and apologized.

"Teacher, I'm very sorry for causing trouble to the teacher." Genos said seriously.

"No, I'm very happy." The teacher said, the voice was very relaxed.

"Huh?" Genos was taken aback.

"So, you just remember my name is 'Teacher'?" The teacher narrowed his eyes.

He moved closer to Genos, ignoring Genos crouching weakly and dodging uselessly.He grabbed Genos' right hand, feeling the warmth of the hard metal fingers.He pulled Genos' right hand, and with the other hand, he untied Genos' shirt.The distance between them was too close, Genos gradually trembled, and the two emotions in his brain fought again, his eyes showed contradictions and pleas for help, but the teacher completely ignored this, but with great interest, As if to challenge Genos's bottom line, the distance between them was further shortened.

Genos' right hand was pressed to his chest, where many letters were engraved on the metal, the teacher's hand led him to touch these letters bit by bit, his face was full of joy and mystery Genos is so handsome, and Genos was glued to his eyes, unable to lower his head, so he had to analyze by feeling and connect these letters together:

Saitama is important tome

More memories flashed through his mind, such as how he was forced to infuse modified memories, how he managed to break his palm through repeated brainwashing, how he used broken metal pieces to This line of words, such as...

But these are not important, these are not mysteries at all, because they are in the past tense.Now Genos is under the pressure of Teacher Saitama, and he is still unbearable and willing because of the residual influence.Saitama-sensei pressed his hand on his chest slowly, and his back was almost completely attached to the ground.

Saitama-sensei is not lying.

Saitama-sensei does seem to be having a good time.

"So, it's time for me to ask you for compensation from the cactus."

"is teacher."

END

Last words

This collection should be said to be over, and I don't know what to say, all I want to express is in the text.

Has been reluctant to end, but had to end.

Originally, I wanted to call it "the end", but I felt that it was not right not to explain something, but it is more likely that no one cares, and there will be another one after this one is over (laughs)

Seriously speaking, the only thing I've learned from writing fanfiction for so long is: if you like it, produce it seriously, and don't take yourself seriously except for producing it.

Qijie is the CP I have written the longest and produced the most. Including the fragmentary novels in the post bar, it probably exceeds 50 words. I am surprised that I can write so much.

It can be said that it was love at first sight for the CP Qijie. In the past, I always had to brew a CP for several years before I could slowly write a long novel. In addition, the CP itself was too cold, and he couldn’t drive. It's still so bad, so no one pays attention to me except those who also love CP.

This also led me to always think that I can't write short stories.Until I met Qijie, I wanted to produce like never before, wanted Amway, forced myself to write, and thought about where the inspiration was all day long, and what else they could meet... I always write long stories slowly, simply Write more short stories.

In the process of this kind of forced writing, I suddenly expanded the subject matter of writing fandom without a teacher, and found that "Oh, so I can write like this", "This is also possible", "Hahaha, this can also be too messy ”…Then, I learned to write short stories (laughs)

Well, the shortcoming is that the essays in this collection of short stories, in my personal opinion, are seriously uneven, and some of them even disgust me (laughs).

It’s not that I don’t like it at the end, it’s just that I think I’ve written everything I can, and I don’t want to turn “writing” into “scribbling”, but Qi Jie will continue to like it, and he will still pay attention to the comics.

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