[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

After the two-day rest period, the school resumed normal classes for a short period of time, followed by a one-week long holiday for the workplace experience of the Hero Department.

Unlike the students of the Hero Department, the holidays for the students of the General Department are basically doing homework and reviewing.

Both Xinsao and I have received calls from the Hero Office, but because we are not students of the Hero Department and cannot obtain workplace experience qualifications, the content of the call can only stay in "If we can successfully obtain a professional license, priority will be given to us." Consider the extent of your firm".

In fact, Xin Cao's personality is still very useful, at least I personally feel that it is a bit wasteful to give him to other firms.

So on the last day before the holiday, I sent an invitation to Xinsao, "Would you like to come to Yuki's office to help this holiday?"

The boy with the purple seaweed head looked at me blankly, and when I thought he was going to refuse, I suddenly nodded emphatically.

Cheap Daddy seemed to have watched the broadcast of the sports festival after that. He didn't raise any objection to my decision. Instead, he took the initiative to arrange relevant personnel to teach Xinsao.

I thought that Xin Cao and I could spend this short vacation in peace and security.

But when I arrived at the office with my homework on my back, Dad Cheap suddenly threw me a box and told me that I would go to Hosu City with him this holiday.

I glanced at Xin Cao, and the boy with the purple seaweed head spread his hands to express that he didn't know anything, and then gave me a "you go" expression before lowering his head and continuing to process the file in his hand.

...What is this subtle feeling of being sold by teammates?

"Is there anything in Hosu City?" I quickly followed Papa Cheap with my suitcase in hand.

"The documents are in the box, you can read them yourself." The man didn't turn his head back, and directly asked someone to prepare a car to signal me to follow him, "We are not participating in this operation, so keep your temper in check. Don't make trouble for me!"

"..." What kind of trouble can a liaison officer like me cause?

I sighed and followed Cheap Daddy into the prepared car.

"Don't worry about it?" In order to show that I can still struggle to my death, I tried to drag Xinsao on my back. "His personality should come in handy, right?"

"Are you his guardian?"

Daddy Cheap gave me a half-smile look.

This person is obviously the parent of the monster, but he is so clear about this kind of thing.

As he said, there is no guardian for Xinsao in the firm. Legally speaking, Xinsao is not allowed to come to the firm to help because he is underage.Nowadays, Xinsao can sit in the back office because I am the middleman. When asked by the police station, they say that he is looking for a friend, but taking Xinsao to Hosu City, the nature of the matter has changed.

If Xinsao uses his personality without authorization, then the Yuki Office will have to face more than just the punishment of "educational mistakes".

Without saying a word, I opened the box and pulled out the stack of documents.

Stein the hero killer.

It's not the first time I've heard of this name, but I never thought that I would face this kind of character head-on one day.

To put it simply, this is a wanted criminal who snipe heroes everywhere.From the perspective of ordinary people, I don't know how to judge this person, because he has never attacked anyone with other identities except a hero.

Man can defend the most sinful man only because, to put it bluntly, he has nothing to do with himself.

Just like at that time, when I was sitting in the interrogation room of the police station, the police who took the notes easily said "she is just a child who has no ability to distinguish right from wrong".

But that doesn't mean I'm innocent.

The fact that the little girl named "Akanishi" is a murderer will not change just because she is a child.

In fact, the moisture content of the material is a bit large.Most of them are victims' records, and the real information about Stein is only a thin page.So it took me less than 10 minutes to browse through.

This is a big fish.

I sorted out the materials and stuffed them back into the box.

The enemy who has killed many professional heroes is also a figure who makes the government extremely headache.It is indeed not safe to hand over such wanted criminals to Yuki's office alone. After all, the more people there are, the higher the success rate of the arrest operation will be.

Especially when you don't know what kind of personality the other party is.

"Who is the firm you work with?" I raised my head and glanced at the cheap old man sitting next to me.

"Andrew."

It's a name I don't want to hear at all.

It seems that the Yuki family and the Hong family do have a deep relationship.

Although Daddy Cheap is not as bad-tempered as I am so that no one dares to approach him, he is also a proud master.Since the partner is No.2's Andawa, Yuki's office is likely to be responsible for it.Can make cheap daddy willing to fight, think about it, Andwa can be regarded as a very good hero.

It would be even better if he didn't want to marry the Yuki family.

Cheap Daddy asked someone to prepare a caravan, and it seemed a waste of space for two passengers to sit in it.

Just when I thought he just wanted to sit comfortably, the car stopped suddenly.

Before I could react, Father Cheap got out of the car suddenly, and when he got up again, there were two more people behind him.

Boom and Andrew.

I squinted my eyes and subconsciously sat in a corner to reduce my sense of existence.Hong also noticed my movement, and he walked directly to the other end of the seat. We sat on one side, leaving a distance between two or three adults.

Cheap Papa and Andeva sat in the front row, as if discussing the Hero Killer.

I propped my head on my hands and looked at the scene outside the car.

In fact, the city we live in is not very far from Hosu City, and it only takes three or four hours by car.

But it was stuffy in the car.

I hate the confined environment of such vehicles.It's like locking people in an iron box.

Normally, I could have fallen asleep and waited until I got to my destination before waking up, but now there is still a bang in the car.It's not that it's not good to fall asleep in front of Hong, I just don't want him to find out that he has the habit of falling asleep in the car.

I can't tell what kind of mentality this is, but if possible, I don't want to have any intersection with Hong, even if I let him know some of my trivial habits.

As if if he knew those habits, our future fate would be tied together.

The power of habit is far more powerful than I thought.

In less than half an hour, my eyelids began to fight, and the hand that was supporting my face slid down unconsciously, and finally fell to the side of my body, and my head touched the window glass gloriously, making a slight muffled sound.

It's not a big deal, I've slept like this anyway, the only downside of this position is probably that it's not very friendly to the neck.

Forget it... just treat it as an accident.

I finally gave up my resistance to drowsiness and let myself close my eyes.

The car seemed to have arrived in Hosu City when he regained consciousness.I unconsciously rubbed my head against the object supporting my posture, but unexpectedly found that the tactile sensation was not quite right.

The glass of the car window...is it too soft?

It's not the first time I've been in this car, and I'm very aware of the hardness of the windows, so my reason tells me that my head will definitely not be something as hard as glass.

The sleepiness disappeared without a trace.I sat up almost like a cat with its tail stepped on.Following my movements, the boy with heterochromatic eyes calmly withdrew the hand that had been inserted between my head and the car window from behind me.

Noticing the look in my eyes, he pondered for a few seconds, and then replied in an unusually calm tone.

"...Your head has been hitting the glass all the time, it should be quite painful."

The author has something to say:

Mr. Hong: Your head has been hitting the glass all the time, it must be quite painful. (Inside: Why does this person keep torturing his own head?)

Hostess: ... (Inner heart: Why does this stupefied young man always pay attention to my head?)