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

I woke up early that day when I was sleeping together in the woods. When I sent a message to Hong on LINE to say good morning, he didn't reply to me.

Did you oversleep?

A few days ago, the first person to say good morning was Hong, he was usually about 10 minutes earlier than me.However, considering how he was talking about me crazily on LINE last night, maybe he was too excited to go to bed late.

I pulled out the summer school uniform from the closet and put it on indiscriminately. I hesitated for two seconds when I walked to the door with my luggage and put on my shoes, and finally changed into sneakers.

Originally, I wanted to wear uniform shoes, but after all, I was going to go to individual training, and it was not convenient to wear uniform shoes.

Daddy Cheap has not been home for the past two days, and he didn't even make a phone call. He doesn't know how big the commission the firm has received.

The morning air was not bad, I slung the suitcase over my right shoulder and put my left hand in my uniform pocket and walked slowly forward.

When he opened the courtyard door, a boy with red and white hair stood outside Yuki's courtyard, stretching out his hand as if planning to ring the doorbell.

"... Boom?" I poked my head out through the door, "I thought you weren't up yet."

The other party was stunned for a moment, and then put down his hand, "Sorry, I didn't check my phone because I wanted to come to find you early."

"You don't need to apologize for this kind of thing." I closed the door and walked to him, straightened my right hand, pulled my left hand out of my pocket and broke the elbow of my left arm, "Let's go, I'm going to be late later."

The boy nodded and turned around to walk towards the school first.

When he was approaching the school gate, he just ran into Kento and Monoma coming from the other side.I said hello to Bo and walked directly to the two classmates.Hong stood there for a while, and finally followed Iida and the others who had just arrived at the school gate.

"I've heard that Yuki-san has a good relationship with Class A, so it's true." Kento asked with a smile.

I thought for a while, "It doesn't count, it's just that I know a few of them better."

"That's really a pity." Wu Jian's mouth was always vicious, "You must really want to go to Class A, aren't you reconciled if you didn't make it?"

I raised my arms expressionlessly, bent my elbows, and slapped the blond boy's stomach hard.

Wujian bent down in pain.

"There is no difference between Class A and Class B, and I don't want to go to any class just because I have a good relationship with certain people." I turned my head slightly, and looked down at the hair on the top of the boy's head, "Stop looking down on people."

Kento looked at Monoma and then at me. She seemed to want to say something, but she didn't say anything in the end.

In fact, I can more or less detect what she wants to say.

The relationship between me and some students in class A can still be true. Some time ago, when I was doing class transfer, there were rumors in the grade that "Yuuki was able to enter the hero department because he colluded with the students in the hero department".After all, it is already a remarkable achievement for the students of previous general subjects to reach the third round of the sports festival, and I not only made it to the third round, but even got third.

It is reasonable for the students in Class B to have some thoughts about me.

Since the USJ incident, Class B, who is also a hero subject, has been in an embarrassing situation of being overwhelmed by Class A. It is probably impossible to say that the students in Class B really have no grievances at all.

My style evaluation in general subjects was not very good, and it is easy to think of some things that are not suitable for discussion on the bright side. From the perspective of ordinary students, I probably really have a problem Class B is probably dissatisfied with this matter.

Although I actually don't think it matters.

I didn't want to explain it at first, it's quite boring to explain this kind of thing, but since Wu Jian mentioned this, it doesn't hurt to talk about it.

Quan Teng dragged him by the collar of the room and dragged him to the assembly point.I followed them and squinted to see the blond boy pretending to be dead, thinking in my heart whether I should find a chance to give Monoken another chance.

I'm very grateful to Monoma for bringing up this topic. If he didn't mention it, I might not want to explain it to the people in Class B at all, but this doesn't mean that the relationship between us is over.

"Speaking of which," Kento suddenly turned around, the girl had the same smile on her face as usual, "You came with Tomo from Class A just now... are you dating?"

Because she has to drag things, her moving speed is a little slower than normal walking, and even I have to cooperate with her to slow down.

I took out my phone from my pocket and looked at the time. There are still 2 minutes before the meeting, and we should be able to catch up with our current speed, "Yes."

The person walking in front suddenly stopped, and the girl's eyes were full of disbelief, as if I was saying something very absurd.

I raised my eyebrows subconsciously.

Wujian raised his head suddenly, and once again released his inherent skills to taunt me, "You are such a violent madman, someone wants you?"

Without hesitation, I kicked him in the stomach again, "... I'm really sorry that someone like me is so violent."

Finally, Kento couldn't stand my unilateral violence. She stopped the conversation between me and Monoma with some unsophisticated topic, "Ah, are there students from Class A over there?"

I followed her gaze and saw that the students of Class A had basically arrived. From my position, I could just see Hong's eye-catching hair.

Things that need to be dragged away are instantly revived with full blood.

He almost ran to the front of Class A's team.Kento and I looked at each other, and after receiving the signal from the other party "Help him out, don't let him cause trouble", the two followed Monoma at the same time, and each of them gave him a knife under the horrified eyes of the students in Class A, and then Watching Kento dragging the unconscious boy to the class B team.

I waved to the students in class A, "I'm sorry, don't pay attention to what that guy said!"

If I had changed to before, I might not have cared about this matter at all, but anyway, I am still a classmate in the same class, and I don’t dislike Kento very much, so it’s better if I can help.

If the image of the class is affected by the objects, I will not be able to bear it.

When he put down his hand, he happened to meet Hong's eyes.The boy with heterochromatic eyes seemed to smile at me, and I subconsciously smiled at him too.Hong didn't respond, but Kirishima behind him let go of Bakugo's hand in fright as if he saw something terrible, and even took two steps back.

… Am I laughing outrageously?

I turned my back to the team of Class A, subconsciously raised my left hand and patted my face, then quickly followed Kento.

Kento dragged the blond boy with one hand and greeted his classmates to board the bus with the other.

The squad leader is not a rigid person, nor did he say that you must sit in order.Therefore, after getting on the bus, the students all sit next to classmates with good relationships. There are 21 people in class B, plus [-] of me, an odd number, and I, the extra kid, can only be reduced to a situation where one person sits on two seats.

If there is anything to comfort myself, it is probably that Kento and the others are sitting next to me.

"This guy's mouth really sucks hatred." I glanced at the half-dead Mujian who was sitting next to the boxing vine, "Is it okay to leave it alone?"

Kento smiled when he heard this.

"It's ok."

Since the squad leader said it's okay, then it's okay...

After all, I also just came to Class B, and some things really are out of my turn.

I sighed and fell asleep with my head tilted.

The author has something to say:

I've always thought that Master Monoma is equivalent to the "mouth" of Class B

In fact, what he said to Class A is also what the students in Class B thought in a sense, but other people may not be as straightforward as Mr. Wujian

Master Wujian is like a catharsis for Class B. Some things have to be said by someone. Only by speaking out can the grievances not accumulate, and there must always be someone to be that annoying person. Master Wujian probably volunteered to be that person

After all, he likes Class B the most >