No, senior didn't tell me anything..." Wuzhi bit his thumbnail nervously: "I'm very sorry, this is my mistake at work, I will try my best to make it up..."

As he was talking, Wuzheng had an idea, and his thoughts gradually became clear: "By the way, I will immediately find a way to contact Senior Saitama. As soon as I have news, I will go to your school to find you. Look..."

"Wait!" The young man interrupted him, his eyes widened, and there was a strange gleam in his golden pupils: "You mean your senior, what is his name?"

"His name is Saitama." Undoubtedly, he replied innocently.

No.20 Four short stories

The train stopped slowly, and the pleasant broadcast announcement sounded, and Saitama woke up suddenly. Along the way, he read other people's notes until he fell asleep unknowingly. He scratched his hair, yawned, and threw the He picked up the notebook that was on the ground, flicked the dust that didn't exist on it, picked up the suitcase, and followed the crowd out of the car.

Night had fallen, and the reserved hotel was still far away from the station. Saitama hired a taxi, and after leaving the trouble of catching up with time and finding the way to the driver, he put the notebook on his lap and opened it again:

I have to be strong, I don't need memories of the past in order to get there.

Joy should be left far behind, and single-minded, almost mechanical pursuit of a goal will make my life better.The doctor seemed to disapprove of my attitude. The parts he replaced tried to bring me closer to humans, but the day I became a cyborg, I found that it would be more enjoyable to be a real robot.

"What do you want to do after you become stronger?" the teacher asked while lying on the table, tilting his head.

"I will use my strength to revenge."

"Oh." The teacher changed his posture, resting his left elbow on the table, and resting his chin on his left hand: "I feel that you are so complicated."

"What do you want to do after the teacher becomes stronger? No, the teacher is already the strongest, have you done anything?"

"This... monster-fighting. Overwhelming power is actually very boring. To be honest, my headache now is that I have no opponent, and the feelings in my heart are getting weaker and weaker..." The teacher revealed that I couldn't analyze it, and was temporarily placed in "Trouble" "A kind of expression.

"Are feelings important?"

"Huh? Of course it's important." The teacher replied in a natural tone.

"I don't understand what's important, can the teacher guide me?"

"Uh, that is to say..." The teacher showed an expression that could be classified as "embarrassed". After 45 seconds, he suddenly showed a serious expression and said, "In other words, it is a necessity in battle."

"Does that mean that to become strong, feelings are indispensable?"

"This, for the fun and sense of accomplishment of fighting..." The teacher spoke three and a half seconds slower than usual.

"Teacher, I'm very sorry, because my comprehension ability is not good, which made the teacher difficult."

"No, it's not because it's difficult to explain..." The teacher once again entered the state of not being able to express himself. According to the teacher's usual speech, it can be inferred that the teacher does not have a lack of vocabulary, so it can be inferred that the teacher is just comforting me.

I can't understand Saitama-sensei's words.

Why have feelings?When memories arise, footsteps come to a halt, and feelings only slow progress and hinder development.

The doctor once told me that what humans can see is either the past or the future.You can't see the future if you just stare at the past.

So, I choose to only look at the future.

But the teacher seems to be talking about something different from the doctor.

I think as long as I continue to practice with my teacher, one day I will understand.

……

"Passengers, we've arrived." The driver turned his head and said to Saitama.

"Ah, ah." Saitama came back to his senses, took out a small wallet from his pocket, counted out the corresponding amount of money and put it in the hand of the impatient driver.

Carrying luggage, registering documents, getting keys, ordering dinner, finding a room, the hotel room has a cold smell.Saitama threw the luggage aside casually, threw himself on the bed, and opened the notebook:

"Besides, the reason why I am strong is not to become stronger..." The teacher seemed to be talking to himself.

From the above analysis, it can be concluded that first, feelings are very important.But this message is something I can't interpret temporarily, so I choose to put it.

Two, the teacher is lonely because he is powerful.

It turns out that being as strong as a teacher also has his sadness.

"You, what's coming out of your eye sockets?" The teacher asked with his eyes wide open, pointing at my face.

Only then did I realize that I was crying, no, I had no more tears, so what came out was engine oil.

"It turns out that the teacher also has sad things."

The strong should have no sorrow, the sorrow should only exist for those who are powerless to protect their homeland.I used to think so, and now I know how short-sighted this consciousness is in front of the teacher.If you say it directly, you will definitely disappoint the teacher.

"I will become as strong as the teacher, stand by the teacher's side, and fight side by side with the teacher, so that the teacher will not be alone."

"I want to eliminate the evil in the world, I want to eliminate the misfortune in the world, and I want to change all the sorrows in the world. Of course, the world includes teachers."

"It takes strength to do that."

"I will do my best to gain strength, even if it costs my life."

This is my determination.

But the teacher showed a complicated expression on his face, and whispered: "Is it just strength to solve these?..."

"That's right, power is the only meaning."

……

A strange voice sounded in the house, it sounded like a bell.

Saitama subconsciously looked at the phone beside the bed, no, outside the window?No, looking around in the room, he realized that the sound came from his bag, the cell phone he hadn't used for a long time.

"Is this phone still usable?"

The black student cell phone, which was dug out from home in order to cope with business trips, only had the functions of calling and texting, and the screen was on, displaying an unfamiliar number.Is it an undocumented call for help?

Saitama casually picked it up with one hand, still holding the notebook in front of his eyes with the other hand: "Hello."

"Is that Mr. Saitama?" The voice from the opposite side was not the voice of the undocumented knight, but a serious, but slightly immature voice like a boy.

"Ah, oh, I am. Who are you?" Is it the clerk who took over here?Saitama paid a little more attention, and also became serious.

"People who forgot their notebooks." The other party replied.

"Oh..." The boy's serious face appeared in front of Saitama's eyes.

"Has Mr. Saitama read that notebook?"

"Ah..." The notebook in his hand suddenly became extremely heavy, and Saitama suddenly realized that the thing he used to pass the time was someone else's private handwritten notebook, and his behavior was simply invading|invading the privacy of others.Especially students who are serious and even potentially rebellious may take privacy more seriously.If he admits it, will the other party be furious and complain directly?

Just when Saitama was considering whether to bite the bullet and lie and deny it, the other party continued: "It doesn't matter if you have seen it. If you haven't seen it, you can take a look."

"Huh? So it's just a novel you wrote?" Saitama asked.

"I didn't write it. To be precise, I just found it when I was cleaning the attic. I have found a lot." The young man paused and continued to explain: "But the contents of the notebook in your hand are similar to all The summary of the contents of the notebook is the simplest and most comprehensive, and other records are very trivial."

"So this is someone's novel?" Saitama said.

"This possibility cannot be ruled out." The boy replied solemnly: "But the possibility of real occurrence cannot be ruled out."

"Oh, is that so..." But this is still not the reason why Saitama can read this notebook, is it?

"The owner of the notebook has the same name as me. I think it's a coincidence. And Mr. Saitama and the teacher in it also have the same name, which is also a coincidence."

"Really?" Saitama didn't know what to say.

"Maybe the notebook also wants to be seen by Mr. Saitama." The boy made his own conclusions.

So where do romantic ideas come from?Saitama thought, are you really that serious kid?

"I understand." Saitama cleared his throat and replied, "You're welcome."

——Although I was not polite in the first place.

"If possible, I hope to keep in touch with Mr. Saitama."

"Uh, aren't you afraid of being fooled by me?" Saitama said a little confused.

The boy was silent for a moment, and seemed to be very happy to answer: "Only people who can't lie will ask such a question."

Really confident...

"My name is Genos." The teenager wrote his name in this time.

Saitama's eyes fell on a certain line in the notebook:

"Want to eat udon noodles? Genos." Said the teacher.

The serious face of the boy coincided with the old-fashioned reformer's name in the notebook, which was surprisingly suitable.

"Well, my name is Saitama." Although it has already been introduced.

After ending the call, Saitama found that there was still a message flashing on the screen. When he opened it, the content was:

Your mobile phone has been recharged 1 yuan, please check the amount, thank you for using ×××.

"Uh..." Saitama remembered that his mobile phone seemed to be in arrears for a long time.

Did you even renew your phone bill for this call?Saitama's eyes returned to the notebook again, and cold sweat crept up his forehead: This is terrible, for the seriousness of the other party, even if he doesn't want to read it, he will definitely feel guilty.

While hesitating, the new short

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