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

The direct result of meddling in the USJ incident was that I was fined another 5000-word review.

Including the matter of chasing Tian, ​​I now have to submit a total of 10000 words of self-criticism to the head teacher.

"That's why I said why you are asking for trouble..." Xin Cao propped his head in one hand and held the milk box in the other. The boy's face still had the usual unmotivated expression. Write a review."

I grabbed the rice ball and stuffed it into my mouth in two or three bites, rolling my eyelids and looking at him.

"Let me tell you... there are so many empty seats next to me, do you have to sit opposite me?"

The gathering place of general subjects in the cafeteria was the same as usual, and the area used by the first grade showed a small fault centered on me. Most people would rather squeeze a dining table with five or six people than take half a step closer to me.

This became even more apparent after the USJ incident.

From "Yuki from Class D fought the enemy in USJ" to "Yuki from Class D fought with the Hero Division in USJ" to "Yuki from Class D fought with the Hero Division in USJ" There was a fight with my teacher", all kinds of rumors are everywhere.

It may be that "Yuki Yuki" and "helping class A to defend against the enemy" are completely irrelevant. Up to now, even the rumor that "Yuki Yuki of class D fought with the enemy in USJ" is not relevant. Fewer and fewer.

Anyway, it's how to shape me into a troublesome campus bully.

I always feel like I'm being left out.

Actually, I'm really not interested in finding trouble with people who are weaker than me.

Ant-like handwriting was densely packed on the letter paper specially bought to write the review.However, if you count carefully and remove the useless content that has been crossed out in a mess, the review will only write less than [-] words in total.

Thinking that there are still [-] words left, my brain is howling.

With such a big life, it was the first time that someone asked to write a review.

In the past, when I was in middle school, even if I caused trouble, it would always be solved by cheap daddy.I don't know exactly how he solved it, but according to the general way of thinking, it's probably just stuffing money and giving gifts. Anyway, no teacher ever told me that I did something wrong afterwards and asked me to write a review or ask me to apologize. .

In other words, I'm really not good at writing reviews.

Shinsao drank the carton of milk without stress, and looked at me with almost mocking eyes.

"I haven't heard about the USJ matter, and I may not be able to help you, but about the matter of chasing fields, if you don't mind, I wrote it for you, and you can copy it directly to your teacher?"

"Please, God, no, worry about daddy!"

The 2000-word self-criticism was evenly divided between two people, and it was 1000 per person. It was obviously impossible to get it done in one lunch break.Therefore, I gave up struggling after abruptly deleting more than [-] words to more than [-] words.

Xin Cao didn't show any special emotion about this.

Seeing the pen in the boy's hand move so fast, I even wondered if this person had already thought about how to write before asking me if I needed help.

To be honest, watching Xinsao write a review is quite boring, even though the review is mine.

I yawned, looked up and looked around.

As expected, almost all the general science students who knew me all lowered their heads to eat after seeing me look up, and even the conversation became much quieter.

"...how did I become like an enemy." I couldn't help but twisted the ballpoint pen in my hand.

There was a burst of small exclamations all around, and then a large group of people quickly realized what they had done, and then they all fell silent in unison, and some even tried to avoid my gaze with the posture of wanting to bury their faces in their rice bowls.

"Give it up, your reputation in the general department is like this."

Xin Fou gloated and looked up at me.

For some reason I want to hit him now.

But before I put the idea into practice, I saw someone I wanted to fight more.

Bakugo put on his "I'm not happy" expression, and passed by the area where the general department was with his hands in his pockets.Maybe it was an illusion, when he walked to the next table, the boy's eyes seemed to glance here.

I hate Bakugo's "you're all little bugs" attitude more than Shinsou's mocking.

So I threw down the dead body of the ballpoint pen, and followed the blond boy out of the cafeteria amid the protests of "Ancestor, don't make trouble anymore, don't you think you haven't done enough inspections?"

I'm sure the other party noticed my movements, because after leaving the cafeteria, Bakugou didn't go back to the classroom directly, but turned to the back door of the school building where there are few people.

Even I have to admit, it's a good place to fight.

Without any warning, Bakugou and I moved almost at the same time.

The flames from the explosion flashed in the boy's palm, and the scorching air waves brushed against my cheeks again and again.And I knocked on the opponent's wrist time and time again, but the opponent broke free again.

The cuffs of the school uniform seemed to have been scratched, and the smell of burnt fibers irritated the nostrils.This got me a little excited.

Even if there are ten thousand reasons not to fight with Bakugo, it can't beat "he broke my cervical spine".

At this moment, I heard the clamor from the depths of my heart.

—kill him.

I've never been one to hold myself back, so I followed my wishes very honestly when I discovered them.

A lot of twisted and smashed sand and gravel particles have accumulated under the boy's feet, and there are also large burn marks on the surface of the building that blocked us.Judging from the current situation, it seems that it will take a lot of time to decide the outcome of this battle.

Bakugo moved in front of me at a speed that was almost impossible to reach with both feet by the thrust generated by the explosion, and I could feel the tiny airflow brought up by the opponent's fist.

The body always responds faster than the brain.When I regained my senses, the boy's left wrist was already hanging on the front of his arm in an exaggerated and weak posture.

That is the result of "distortion".

...just like that day.

The limbs seemed to be filled with lead, and the movements became sluggish.

The boy who was fighting with me didn't notice my abnormal emotions at the first time. He moved in front of me again, raised his uninjured right hand, and slammed it hard on my face.

The burning pain from the face made the brain wake up a little bit.

Ahhh, this is what happened after all.

Unlike when I broke Zhui Tian's arm, I once again, unconsciously, broke the hand of an "innocent" in a rough and simple way.

The school bell rang over and over again over the campus.

Bakugou stood up straight.His face seemed to be even more contorted, as if dissatisfied with my sudden stagnation.

Immediately afterwards, the boy turned around as if he didn't care about his injured left hand, and walked towards the direction of the hero classroom.

I stood there blankly.

The juvenile's twisted left wrist coincided with the death of a certain corpse in memory. Those images seemed to be an impenetrable net, covering my whole body in the lingering horror memory.

Yes.

That was something I tried to forget but couldn't.

The matter of the murderer named "Nyuu".

The author has something to say:

Xincao: Is it possible to become a father by writing a self-criticism these days?

ps

Brother Diao recognized the heroine in USJ, but the heroine didn't recognize Brother Diao, because the heroine has been trying to forget her past

Chapter 2 is mainly to deal with the heroine's psychological barriers (it's just a reason, to overcome later) and the twists and turns between the heroine and Xinsao.