All my brothers are from another world

Sky Arena has had an unusually pushy guy lately.

Super lucky rookie player number 46.

"I've never seen anyone so lucky."

"If I didn't ask that buddy on purpose, I would almost suspect that there was something shady."

After he came on the field, he directly suppressed more than 210 players almost without a single blow. Even the referee couldn't stand this situation.

Originally, I just wanted to promote the opponent layer by layer.However, due to the unreasonableness of the victory, after the 150-floor match, the referee directly gave the rookie the 200-floor number plate.

Probably because he wanted the too unreasonable winning method of No. 46 to be brushed down by the real strong sooner.

"The players on the 200th floor are in a completely different world from those below the 200th floor." He heard the elevator lady in the Sky Arena say this.

Komaeda looked at the sky, the blue sky seemed to have been washed by water.

Clouds float in the sky, and the early summer cicadas can be heard all around.

It's like walking on the way to school.

He should be going to school at this time. Of course, he might be robbed or something on the road, which would prevent him from going to school.

The teacher shouldn't find out that he didn't come to school, and the same is true for everyone, who will be delayed by various things.

Thinking about it, Komaeda walked to a vending machine and threw 500 kyats into it.

A can of pop pop fell out.

There was the sound of children playing and playing nearby, and "bang—" there was the sound of air being cut in the ear.

Something was smashed hard on the glass of the vending machine, almost hitting the white-haired boy in the face.Bright red blood stains slid down the glass.

The white-haired boy was holding an orange-flavored wave soda, and his eyes slowly moved down to the things on the ground.

—It was a little bird.

"Still trembling." Komaeda stared at the twitching creature on the ground that was still flapping its wings lightly, the white wings of its wings were already stained with scarlet.

"Oh, it's so miserable. Did you get beaten? What a pity."

The sound of bustling footsteps came from behind.

"Where's the little bird? Where did it go? It's all your fault, I can't even see it!"

"Ah, found it."

Several little boys ran over, come

Arriving in front of the vending machine, he glanced at Komaeda and then at the bird on the ground.They held slingshots in their hands, and they should have used this as a weapon to shoot them down from the tree.

"Hey, is he dead?" A little boy squatted down, poked Shirato with a twig he picked up everywhere in his hand.

"It's not moving now, it's dead."

"Ah, it's all your fault! I told you not to use so much force! How can you play when you're dead!?" One of the little boys pointed at the other companion and accused.

The accused person didn't expect the other party to say that, and his face turned purple instantly: "What's the matter with me!? Didn't you tell me to call me?!"

"Besides... Besides, I think this bird was still moving before I saw it just now! Its wings were still moving before, and it was still alive! So you can blame me"

"If you want to blame, if you want to blame, blame him!" He pointed to the white-haired boy who was trying to open the wave soda:

"This big brother did it!"

Komaeda, who was shot innocently, was puzzled: "Huh? Me?"

He pointed to himself.

"It's you! It must be you, the little bird was alive before, but died after you appeared!"

"No," Komaeda waved a hand and explained, "Don't care about my business, the bird will definitely die if it is hit by a slingshot..."

After all, they are such fragile creatures...

"Bang!!" A stone hit Komaeda.

"It hurts!" Feeling the sudden pain on his face, the white-haired boy froze.

He touched his right cheek.

It seemed that in his memory, he hadn't been hit directly by someone for a long time... Why was he hit?how come?

I am lucky to be a super high school, is there something wrong with being hit in the face by this kind of thing? Hey...

Dark green pupils looked over.

"It's hit! It's hit! Run, run! This big brother is going to be angry!" The children who fired the slingshot immediately shouted excitedly as if they had succeeded, and began to flee towards one place.

Komaeda picked up a stone on the ground.He glanced at the black stone in his hand inexplicably.

He seemed to be in a daze, and then just stood there without moving.

"Hahaha, you idiot! Didn't even come after you! Isn't he a fool!" Several little boys turned their heads to look at the white-haired boy standing still in the distance, and turned their heads.

He made a face at the boy.

"Dudu!!"

"Get out of the way, what are you doing on the road!!"

"What's going on? Brake, why did the brake suddenly fail!? Get out of the way!"

"Pricking—" the sound of tires braking.

The bright red liquid sprayed on the side of the road like a burst water polo.

But not a single drop stained the boy's trousers.

The wave soda in the white-haired boy's hand finally opened, and the orange-red soda in the transparent blue bottle was rising rapidly, full of refreshing cold and refreshing feeling, and the turquoise marbles flowed smoothly from the bottle fell down.

The white-haired boy held the transparent turquoise marble in his hand and placed it in front of his eyes.

The convex mirror reflects the vision of the eyeball with its original color, and the world is thus covered with a light, somewhat gloomy green.

The ground is mixed with a little pink and purple, but it is actually more like blood stains the same color as a rag, like a paint bucket accidentally knocked over by a painter.

There were various flashes of light in the distance.

Police cars and onlookers quickly rushed over, and people let out screams and cries of fear.

"How could these children...they are still so young...God, it's so pitiful."

"Why did the brakes fail all of a sudden?"

"It's just a tragedy, it's so unfortunate..."

That's it.

Fortunately, unfortunately.

Unfortunately, fortunately.

Komaeda gently pinched the scratches on his face with his fingers, and thought for a moment, if he hadn't been hit just now, he would have been crushed in the head by a big truck.

The white-haired boy looked at the black stone in the other hand, then threw it on the ground casually, and put the beautiful blue glass ball into his pocket.

The summer bozi soda is sour and sweet, and it feels a bit refreshing down the throat.

"I didn't expect a useless scum like me to escape from the hands of death."

"As expected, luck has favored me." There was a shallow and cold smile on the handsome young man's face.

"No matter where you go, even if you change the world."

"This kind of talent is still in me." He lowered his eyes and said to himself, "If that's the case, then it's like this, and continue to take care of me."

Work

The author has something to say: [Unfortunate]: I was attacked by stones.

[Lucky]: I escaped a car accident.

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!