me, the protagonist

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone will have this situation," Misaka Mikoto tried to find a way to comfort Yamabuki Sakura:

"I won't tell anyone, trust me!"

Sakura Yamabuki looked up at her: "...Really?"

"really."

Misaka Mikoto nodded like a chick pecking rice, for fear that she would accidentally cry again: "I also... know that many people can't finish writing before school starts, so don't worry about it."

Sakura Yamabuki felt relieved, stood up and held Misaka's hand, gratefully said: "Thank you, you are such a kind-hearted person!"

Her eyes are wet, and they are more vivid and lovely than the web posters.

"It's okay." Misaka Mikoto felt her ears burning, and turned her head away uncomfortably.

Yamabuki Sakura has always believed that idols are role models for fans.

The reason why she did not choose to continue to enter the idol middle school in high school, but went back to the ordinary high school, was because of the gossip that her academic performance was not good.

In case a fan fails the math test, he will confidently say "Sakura-chan is not good at math either"...

"That's all over!"

Anyway, after being comforted by Misaka, Sakura Yamabuki felt relieved and finally noticed that the uniforms the two wore were different.

The color of Tokiwadai's uniform is obviously different from that of Sakurako, but the style is similar.

Seeing the school badge embroidered on the jacket of the suit, Sakura Yamabuki suddenly came to her senses: "Wait, did you go from that noble middle school..."

"Did you just find out now?" Seeing her eyes wide open, Misaka Mikoto couldn't help laughing.

Misaka offered to extend her hand: "I am Misaka Mikoto who participated in today's inter-school exchange, please give me your advice."

Yamabuki Sakura has held many handshake meetings, but this is the first time that someone else took the initiative to shake hands.

She looked at it curiously, and then carefully stretched out her hand: "Please, please give me more advice."

As Mori Society's welfare to give back to the citizens, the venue for the inter-school exchange meeting was chosen outside the headquarters building, and anyone passing by could see it.

Port Mafia members in suits are in charge of security, not for attacks, but for people who try to steal the DNA of superhumans.

What kind of means Academy City uses to turn ordinary people into superpowers is still a secret that countries want to obtain.

In order to ensure that the students' genes are not leaked, Tokiwadai students even have barbershops designated by the school.

Sakura Yamabuki, who is an outsider from the world, doesn't know this.

"It was amazing just now!" Yamabuki Sakura, who witnessed Misaka Mikoto's feat at the exhibition, was very excited: "Such a long steel bar can easily make it float!"

"Isn't such a powerful ability really born?"

Misaka Mikoto smiled: "I didn't have any abilities when I was young, and I grew up to be what I am today after being developed."

Yamabuki Sakura: "Then—"

What kind of magical course is it?

But she couldn't finish, because the phone on Mori Ogai's desk, which would never ring except for acquaintances or emergencies, rang several times abruptly.

The eyes of the two girls turned to the man.

The Mafia Boss, who had been watching them with a smile, retracted his smile, and glanced at the phone emotionlessly.

"It's okay, Sakura-chan will continue to chat."

After scanning the phone, Mori Ou spoke in a soft voice, and picked up the receiver with the other hand.

But he didn't mean to stick the receiver to his ear, but picked it up for a while and then hung up immediately.

A few seconds later, the same bell rang again.

Mori Ogai frowned and showed distress: "Really, it's too annoying. Nakaya-kun, please transfer all calls here to the intelligence room."

Zhong also nodded, took out his phone and said something.

Yamabuki Sakura quickly thought of the previous urban legend: "Is it "Mary's phone"? "

"Sakura-chan also knows." Mori Ogai rubbed the center of his brows with a bit of a headache: "I have received several calls from the past few days, and it's true that you dare to harass even here..."

"It turns out that this matter has not been resolved..."

Yamabuki Sakura murmured.

Mr. Ranpo from the Armed Detective Agency said that he already knew who the murderer was, and she thought it was over for so long.

"That is to say, the endorsement of that sports drink is not a mission reward?"

If Higuchi Ichiyo heard her heartfelt voice, he would have cried out in grievance:

Senior Akutagawa worked so hard to tear this up for you!

The poor-spoken president Akutagawa coughed up blood and went to participate in the cocktail party bidding of the presidents of various clubs. Finally, relying on the momentum of "no one is allowed to go out of the private room if you don't succeed", he "teared" this resource for Sakura Yamabuki.

【The manager of the brand (anonymous)】: President Akutagawa's parents and himself should like Mr. Akutagawa very much.

[The manager of the brand (anonymous)]: Every time he said "Rashomon" at the wine table, I could feel a real murderous aura...

The manager who is also a fan of Mr. Akutagawa finally gave the endorsement to Morisha.

In the calm before the outbreak of WORLDWARⅢ, the Mafia could have published a book called "Leisure Lives of the Fighters".

President Mori Ogai said: The port mafia does not support idlers.

In the end, Morisha's brokerage company decided to be represented by Akutagawa Ryunosuke, and Higuchi Ichiyo, who is also a martial artist, was appointed as the executive manager.

Times have changed, and the mafia also needs to eat.

Sakura Yamabuki didn't know what Akutagawa Ryunosuke had done, so she greedily thought: Would it be possible to earn another endorsement after solving this matter?

But when she thought that this was an urban legend, she hesitated again.

"That's an urban legend!"

As the dark side of the entire city, Yokohama's master of the night, the inner world of the inner world.

The Port Mafia never imagined that someone would send harassing calls to them!

Still playing every day!

The most troublesome thing is that as long as this number is dialed back, it will be an armed detective agency.

Mori Ogai would rather cut off the phone line than let Fukuzawa Yukichi know that Port Mafia was harassed by unknown calls.

Mori Ogai was determined to deal with this matter, he said a few words of concern to Misaka Mikoto, asked them about their arrangements for the afternoon, and let them leave after making sure there was nothing wrong.

It was the time of lunch break, and there were no people in the headquarters building except for necessary positions.

Misaka Mikoto who was walking beside asked curiously: "What is that 'Mary's phone', Sakura, do you know? "

Yamabuki Sakura came back to her senses: "I know! I'll tell you!"

Although she is timid, she is very keen to spread such horror stories.

Misaka Mikoto also worked hard on ghost legends, and felt something was wrong halfway through Sakura Yamabuki's story.

But it was too late.

Misaka Mikoto frantically took out her mobile phone from the pocket of her pleated skirt and pressed the power off button.

Seeing the screen go black, she let out a long sigh of relief.

Seeing her reaction, Sakura Yamabuki felt something was wrong, and looked at her carefully: "I'm sorry, is Mikoto afraid of this kind of thing?"

Misaka Mikoto: "No, no! Urban legends are nothing at all. I'm just worried about my phone running out of battery, just saving electricity!"

This excuse is full of loopholes, but Yamabuki Sakura didn't notice it at all, and smiled cheerfully:

"Is that so? I'm a little curious about whether there are any unique urban legends in Academy City."

Misaka Mikoto:  …

What is self-satisfaction.

But looking at Yamabuki Sakura's big shining eyes, even the gods couldn't say no.

"Okay, okay..." Misaka Mikoto spat out the answer with difficulty, as if she wanted to crush her teeth.

She picks and chooses from the few reserves, and finally chooses a less scary one.

"Not in metal".

This is a specialty legend of Academy City.

It is said that when dozens or hundreds of superpowers interfere with each other—such as a melee of superpowers, a new metal that does not exist in nature will be produced.

"Super power?" Sakura Yamabuki murmured thoughtfully, "If super power and supernatural power are together, will it be possible..."

"The ability is—"

Misaka Mikoto keenly caught the unfamiliar words, and turned to look at the girl beside her.

But in the next second, her eyes widened.

"what is that?"

Four slender cylinders are neatly tied together, and a square electronic display is glued to it.

There were three such objects, falling from the sky in unnatural positions.

Misaka Mikoto saw this thing in the anti-terrorist attack class.

Due to technological development, it has disappeared in Academy City.It took her a few seconds to remember its name.

"□□Bomb."

Used to detonate explosives, but is also capable of detonating itself.

"but why?"

The flow of time in my personal perception slows down infinitely, and those bombs fall from the sky.

At an extremely slow speed, Misaka's brown pupils moved up slightly.

There was a man standing there.

White cloak, tall top hat.There is no paint on the face, but it makes people feel like "a circus clown" out of thin air.

The young man raised his snow-white hat with a smile on his face, and said loudly:

"Ask!"

"What would happen if a bomb exploded close to someone?"

This is an assassination.

"But how did he bypass the security? Could it be that he is also an ability user of the space movement department? No, first think about what to do..."

"The amount of gunpowder can't be seen at all, and it's impossible to keep a safe distance in an instant under the current situation..."

"That's dangerous, please don't make such a joke?"

At the same time as the girl's crisp voice sounded, three bombs fell to the ground at the same time.

The strange thing is that even though the countdown was reset to zero and he was hit hard by the ground, the bombs did not explode, but exploded electronic fireworks on the display screen.

"Play, toys?"

Seeing Sakura Yamabuki picking up the things, Misaka Mikoto was in a daze.

When I saw it just now, it was indeed a genuine dynamite, but now what Sakura Yamabuki is holding, whether it is the bright red skin that is exaggerated or the LCD screen that constantly displays electronic fireworks, it is silently proved that this is just a toy.

Sakura Yamabuki turned curiously when picking up the three explosives one by one.

Nothing happened.

She returned the things and educated the fox-eyed young man who was a head taller than her earnestly: "Don't play this outside, it will cause trouble for others. Well, go home quickly."

The tone vividly regarded him as an older mentally handicapped child.

Gogol held the first bomb he had sent with his supernatural power, his smile was dazed.

He belongs to the same organization as Fyodor, and has the ability of the space system. The cloak can be connected to a distance and teleport things.

Gogol clearly remembered that what he sent was a real bomb, stuffed enough to bring down a skyscraper.

How could it suddenly become a toy?

"No, it's not about this."

"What's the matter, are you not feeling well?"

Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Sakura Yamabuki looked at him worriedly: "Should I call you an ambulance?"

Gogol could no longer hear her words clearly.

A huge sense of guilt and guilt welled up in my heart, overwhelming my reason.

He had no memory of what he had planned to do, what he hoped to gain from this operation.

He just feels guilty.

"I actually wanted to hurt her!"

"God will not forgive me!"

"Well, are you okay?" Yamabuki Sakura carefully touched the young man.

She didn't see how the youth appeared, and when she noticed, the "toy bomb" had already fallen to the ground.

Combined with Gogol's attire, Yamabuki Sakura logically thought that he was the cast and crew of this event.

She touched Gogol lightly, trying to bring him back to his senses.

But in the next second, the stunned young man looked at her obsessively, his eyes gradually became moist, and he began to shed tears.

Yamabuki Sakura: "!"

She took two steps back, quickly distanced herself from Gogol, and clarified to her companion:

"You see, I didn't do anything, he cried himself, it has nothing to do with me!"

"Does he want me to ride a bicycle to take him home... TAT"

"That's not the problem," Misaka Mikoto recovered from the shock, she realized that she should remind Sakura Yamabuki first: "This person is suspicious——"

"I'm feeling it too."

The voice cut in abruptly. The tall and slender man, wearing a slim suit and tie, stopped Gogol's way and said sharply:

"Sir, please show your identity certificate or admission qualification certificate, otherwise we will take action."

Blonde hair shining brightly in the sun, blue-gray pupils, against a white shirt and black tie, looks handsome and compelling.

Sakura Yamabuki said sincerely: "Senior, you are so handsome."

"Ah, Yamabuki, do you think so?"

Amuro smiled and took off his black sunglasses: "It's really embarrassing to be praised so much by you."

[Character "Amuro Toru" favorability +3]

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