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He is number one in Academy City, the strongest, and he can easily kill someone with just a light touch.

But now, the ordinary-looking boy was looking at him expectantly, expecting him to answer the question.

Doctor Gua, maintenance worker.

"Misaka Misaka knows Dr. Guta. Recently, he rubbed ointments of different colors on his head, baked them with a lamp, and often looked in the mirror. Misaka Misaka answered the little brother's questions very seriously, and looked forward to the little brother's compliment." Misaka The gob on Misaka girl's head flickered.

"Thank you." After getting the desired answer, Saitama was not stingy with his praise.

Misaka Misaka reached out and grabbed the corner of Accelerator's clothes, she still had her own little cunning, "Misaka Misaka wants to go to the clinic, can little brother?"

The girl unabashedly expressed her desire to go to the clinic, not because of herself.

"Yes. But..." Saitama glanced at the sky, "I haven't found a maintenance man yet."

Zhong Yuanzhong also remained silent, thinking in his mind whether there were maintenance workers among the people he knew.

The members of the Sheep Organization are all underage teenagers, and none of them are maintenance workers. Their relatives may be, but those are ordinary people. Instead of asking them for help, it is better to directly spend money to hire a professional maintenance company.

The other people I know are all residents of the dark world, so it is easy for them to destroy it, but it may not be possible to repair it.

Thinking of this, the orange-haired boy was a little depressed.

"Go back to the clinic first." Saitama made a decision, stood up first, pulled up the boy who was sitting still, and invited Misaka Misaka to join him.

Coming out of the restaurant, the teenagers brought their nine-year-old girl, led by an ordinary-looking and inconspicuous teenager, obediently standing on the edge of the zebra crossing and waiting for the traffic lights.

In the restaurant, Nakahara also took off his coat, and now the coat is on Saitama's arm again.

"Chuya, in fact, all this trouble is because of me." Saitama explained in a low voice, "If it wasn't because I studied medicine with Mr. Mori, he would have no way of posing any threat to you. You can ignore the damage. Originally, Mori Mister is irrelevant."

After all, it was the mafia boss who wanted to recruit the king of sheep himself, and the office was destroyed, so he should bear the consequences.

It’s just that Saitama studied medicine with Mori Ogai, guarded the clinic, and even participated in the operation of the clinic, and received wages and tips. Moreover, Saitama lived with Nakahara Nakaya, and he had to rely on transportation to and from get off work every day, relying on him to protect himself.

Because of him, the two sides had to use such a gentle way to solve the problem.

"We can definitely find a helper." Saitama said firmly, thinking of the powerful and beautiful beast, "Even if man-made is not feasible, we can ask the gods for help."

It is a monster close to the realm of gods. It usually hides in the body of the steamed bun cat. It looks fat and unreliable, but once the boy he guards needs him, he will become a god-like existence. .

Since such powerful monsters exist, Saitama firmly believes that there are gods in this world.

"The green light is on." Saitama pulled Nakahara Chuya along the zebra crossing.

The Misaka Misaka girl followed behind, and the pale-faced white-haired boy walked slowly at the end, crossing the road at the last second of the green light.

"There really are gods." Nakahara realized that Saitama was comforting himself by saying those words, and he was also comforted.

The orange-haired boy also firmly believes that gods exist, because there are so many destructive supernatural beings in Yokohama alone. If gods do not exist, the world will be completely destroyed sooner or later.

The corners of Qiyu's mouth rose, and he couldn't help but pray in his heart, "I hope I can stop losing my hair again." '

Hair falls out every day, and if this continues, he will go bald sooner or later.

Back at the clinic, Saitama went to the shelf to get the medicine for Accelerator, and Nakahara Nakaya skipped over to see Osamu Dazai on the hospital bed.

The boy fell asleep motionless on the hospital bed, his brows stretched, and he didn't seem to be hurt.

"I have applied topical analgesics to him, which does little harm to the body, but it just takes time to take effect." Saitama explained in a low voice, "Just let him know that it's hard to torment him like that, and it's not intentional to torture him."

Afterwards the wound gradually ceased to hurt, and before he fell asleep drowsily, the boy couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, as if he understood Saitama's intentions.

It was so good not to be left, thrown into the dark to perish.

Qiyu packed up the medicines and put them in plastic bags, "Just pay the bill from the money you gave me, no need to pay extra."

But the white-haired boy still stubbornly took out a wad of money, "It's for you alone."

Not for clinics.

He is supposed to be a young man in the bright world, but he guards the clinic in the dark alone. He probably has many difficulties and difficulties. Accelerator doesn't know how to help him, so he can only take money and take money.

It was a thick wad of money, and Qiyu couldn't refuse it, so he could only keep it temporarily.

"You should bask in the sun once in a while, don't completely block those things." Qiyu kindly reminded, "Come here..."

With a frenzied murderous look on his face, the distorted and dangerous young man showed reluctance, but his body moved slightly.

Saitama took the white-haired boy's hand, and took Dazai Osamu's hand from under the blanket, touching each other.

'Disqualification in the World' is a passive ability, and it can annihilate all the abilities (superpowers) it encounters.

The strongest in the world is not special.Accelerator felt that he lost his 'vector control' in an instant, and the small sounds around him, the smell in the air, even the lights, and the strong smell of disinfectant all swarmed towards his body.

The boy in front of him who was not wearing a white coat still smelled like fried chicken, which was very fragrant.

"Look, you can't always use supernatural powers." Saitama put Dazai Osamu's hand back under the bed, and continued to hold Accelerator's hand, "Look, you are thinner than me, incredibly white, and lack certain The pigment protection, the nails are a bit too pink, and the pupils are too red, because you only need the nutrients that the body needs to survive, but if you want to survive well, there are some nutrients that you cannot lack."

At this moment, the white-haired boy did not activate his superpower.

He felt cold on his body, but Saitama's hand was very warm, and his fingertips felt soft to the touch.

"Hello." Zhong Yuan was also standing against the table, his blue eyes staring at the hands held by the two, as if they were about to stare out a hole.

"Don't do anything to people with super powers casually in the future." Accelerator activated his super power, stepped back, grabbed the medicine that Saitama had prepared, hugged Misaka Misaka girl, and flew out of the clinic in an instant.

Like running away.

"It's good if you can listen to it." Saitama took the instrument to help Osamu Dazai check his body, "I will not approach dangerous people with supernatural powers."

Because he was sure there was no danger, he took the initiative to bring Yifang Accelerator to the clinic, and even touched his skinny hand.

"Mr. Dazai is recovering very well."

I haven't done anything yet, and most of the day has passed like this.

There is still half a day left.

"Chuya, let's go to the Armed Detective Agency." Saitama said.

"Supernatural organization." Nakahara Chuya said softly.

He knew of the existence of this organization and had seen its members from afar, but he had never really known or been familiar with them.

However, Saitama has met Fukuzawa Yukichi, and knows that he knows Mori Ogai and has some friendship. He has also met Togawa Ranpo, who is still full of youthful feelings even though he is an adult, and knows that he likes to eat Nanatsujiya The small steamed buns, and helped to buy them.

So before going to the Armed Detective Agency, Saitama and Nakahara Chuya went back to their residence

Potted bean paste and small steamed buns, wrapped in a drawer cloth and put in a basket, carried to the Armed Detective Agency.

Before going upstairs, Nakahara Nakaya grabbed Saitama's hand and said solemnly: "Although almost all of the armed detective agencies are people with supernatural powers, with my ability, I should be able to destroy them quickly. So, you want to get rid of them What to do, you're welcome."

There are so many supernatural organizations in Yokohama, and currently only the official Supernatural Secret Service Division is still in the bright world. As for the Armed Detective Agency, the orange-haired boy has already been classified into the dark world.

"No, Mr. Fukuzawa is very nice." Saitama whispered, and leaned into Nakahara Chuya's ear, "However, if they are unreasonable, then Chuka can beat them for me."

Saitama's current height is also a little shorter than that of Nakahara Nakahara, and the special shoes that Nakahara Nakaya bought at the supermarket today are actually taller, so they are much taller than Saitama.

To speak in the orange-haired boy's ear, Saitama needed to stand on tiptoe.

After finishing speaking, Qiyu supported Nakahara Chuya's arm to stand firm, and couldn't help but whispered: "Chuya, are you really wearing those shoes?"

When there was a big sale going on in the shopping mall, the orange-haired boy was very unhappy. He felt that he was not the kind of person who relied on inner growth to increase his false height.