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

For a while, a delicate confrontation formed on the battlefield.

I held my left arm and stared expressionlessly at the boy covered in ice edges. Green Valley looked at me with complicated eyes, while that boy was all focused on the monster. I could feel his peripheral vision. stare at my face.

The most annoying thing is his eyes.

Even out of the corner of my eye, I could feel him looking at me like someone who was dead.

If it weren't for the situation, I would definitely beat him severely.

The characteristic noise of an explosion came from behind.I turned my head subconsciously, and the boy with light blond hair flew towards me with a stinky face that I was all too familiar with. When he reached my side, I heard his complaining voice.

"Trouble is dead, bean sprouts!"

Before I had time to think about who the bean sprouts in his mouth were, the touch from my neck plunged me into darkness.

Before my consciousness disappeared, I was still thinking about whether this guy took this opportunity to deliberately take revenge on me for cheating on him at the school gate two days ago.

After all, his strength is enough to kill a cow.

When I woke up again, I was already lying on the hospital bed in the school health room.

The blinding light of energy-saving lamps casts down from the ceiling, obscuring the IV bags.

The field of vision produced a large pale color block.I closed my eyes and wanted to shake my head, but found that my neck seemed to be fixed by something, and it was difficult to even turn my head.

"I advise you to stay still." The boy with the purple seaweed head shifted his gaze from the book in his hand to my face, "Slightly fractured the cervical spine, comminuted fracture of the left hand, and dislocated right ankle. You are lucky."

I laughed dryly: "...that's exactly what I said."

It is probably a miracle that you can still lie on the bed with a broken cervical spine and open your eyes.

But to be honest, I doubt whether my slight fracture was caused by the enemy or the bastard who knocked me out.

He is definitely taking revenge, revenge for the incident that I attracted the reporter to him at the school gate.

"Since you're awake, I'm leaving." Xin Cao stuffed the book into the schoolbag hanging on the back of the nurse's chair, "School is already over, your dad was here just now, it seems to be going through some formalities now, wait I should take you home."

I said "oh".

If you think about it in the best way, Daddy Cheap would be able to go through some irrelevant procedures, but in the worst way, it might be the procedures for dropping out of school.

However, even if I speculate here and panic, it can't change the fact that he has already gone through the formalities.

"Hey, Yuuki." Shinsao picked up his schoolbag and suddenly looked down at my face, "You... want to be a hero, right?"

I looked into his eyes and sneered.

Almost everyone thinks I should be a hero, even Shinsou.Thinking about it, "Nyuo Yuuki" has a strong personality and strength, and he also has a father who runs a hero office. If I were an outsider, I can't imagine which way I can go.

"That's impossible." I heard a little sarcasm in my voice, "I can't be a hero."

The blood of innocents is already on my hands.

Such a self is not qualified to be a hero.

"Really?" Xinsao didn't seem to expect such a reaction from me.He froze for a moment, and then returned to the unmotivated attitude when we first met, "That's good."

That's good?

I frowned and wanted to hear him continue this topic, but the young man just waved his hand, leaving me with a back that was fading away.

Weird guy.

After being beaten, I still took the trouble to post it and put on a look of wanting to get along with me, and I was relieved to hear that I didn't want to be a hero.But even so, I can feel that Xinsao is slightly different from the people around me in the past.

The people who surrounded me when I was in junior high school were either interested in the Yuki family's financial strength, or feared my strength.They don't drag me to the wall in the crowd or sit on the edge of the bed when I'm hurt until I wake up.

Even if it's just me being sentimental, at this moment, I really hope that I can become friends with Xinsao in the true sense.

A man in a black windbreaker suddenly appeared at the door of the health care room.

He walked to the hospital bed and looked down at my face. From the man's eyes, I could see his dissatisfaction and disdain.

"……Father."

I yelled.

The man nodded, he stretched out his hand and tore off the infusion tube tied on the back of my hand, then picked me up like a chick, and roughly removed the retainer around my neck.

The expected pain did not come.Presumably the health care teacher has already helped me deal with it.

"gone back."

He half forced me to put on my shoes, then threw me the schoolbag in his hand.On the name tag hanging on the schoolbag, the large characters of "Yucheng Niu" lay there flying around, indicating who it belongs to.

I silently picked up my schoolbag and followed the man out of the health room.

Cheap Daddy doesn't care why I fought or how I was injured. In his dictionary, injuries, especially serious injuries, are just because the injured person is not strong enough.

In this world, weakness is the original sin.

Even if I was really killed, I shouldn't have any complaints, because there is no doubt that I am weaker than that monster.If I was strong enough to match it, nothing after that would and should not have happened.

"Starting from tonight, the time for personality training will be increased by one hour." The man walking in front said, "I will find you a new fighting teacher in two days... now this is not possible."

I lowered my head and answered, "...Yes."

The best fighting teacher is clearly right in front of me.

But this is also a matter of course. For the Yuki family, what is necessary is not the person Yuuki, but the personality of Yuuki, so Daddy Cheap never thought of teaching me to fight from the beginning.

It's not biological.

"The boy in class C dropped out of school," the man said afterward, but I was surprised, "Your punishment is a 5000-word self-criticism—even if it was self-defense, from the results, you did well. Too much."

"……Yes."

What a sarcasm.Two days ago, there were so many people who thought that I was troubling Chaitian, but today it became self-defense.

I don't know what my father and the class teacher said, but this result makes me feel a little sick.

Even if what they say is true.

When I walked out of the stairway, I saw the boy with the light blonde afro looking towards me with a straight face.The setting sun stretched his shadow very long, coupled with the boy's usual "I'm very unhappy" expression, it gave people the illusion that the person standing there was actually a ghost.

The moment my eyes met his face, I felt a dull pain in the back of my neck.

That hit was really heavy.

But it's not the time yet, after all, I'm with Daddy Cheap now, it's better to trouble him later when I have a chance.

The moment they passed by, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the ID that the boy was carrying with him.

Class A, Grade [-], Hero Department, Xiongying High School.

Explosive victory over oneself.

The author has something to say:

Kajiang: (shakes hands) The neck of this bean sprouts is really hard

Hostess: CNM Lao Tzu was broken by you