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

I simply skipped the afternoon classes.

The wound on my face from being beaten by Bakugo still had a burning pain, as if something was silently burning in that area, dragging out the pitiful thoughts hidden in my heart and exposing them to the flames under.

The overlapping, twisted corpses of men and women emerge and disappear before the eyes, and finally become the cold gate of the orphanage.

The afternoon sun is good.I found an inconspicuous tree, and hid myself in the gaps between the leaves before anyone turned up.

The teachers will not trouble me because of my absence, just like the general science students have an established impression of me, and even the teachers' definition of me is almost the kind of problem student who will casually violate school rules.

Even if I do nothing.

When people are quiet, they will think about some messy things.

For example, the boy named "Green Valley".

I used to be the same as him, and I couldn't see anyone suffering in front of me.Even if the fear in my heart is growing wildly, I will rush out without hesitation and tell others that I will help you.

But all I got was betrayal.

In the final analysis, the root cause of being bullied is "not strong enough". If you are strong enough, no one will want to bully you.

The most ridiculous thing is the guy who doesn't hesitate to bully existences weaker than himself even though he is weak.

What such an approach can give oneself is only the insignificant and poor vanity. While the self-esteem is falsely satisfied, a larger, irrefillable hole will grow in the heart, just like the irrecoverable traces after being bitten by insects and ants.

The breeze blew in from the gaps in the leaves and brushed against his face, quickly making him sleepy.

As I said, I am not a person who is good at suppressing my desires, so after realizing that I was sleepy, I closed my eyes decisively.

It's better to fall asleep than to think about unpleasant things.

Consciousness gradually fell into chaos, and the distorted appearance of the corpses of men and women gradually blurred out of his mind, leaving only endless darkness in the end.

What woke me up was the noise of students in the hallway.

I opened my eyes, and the dazzling light produced by the setting sun made my eyes want to cry unconsciously, and the air was filled with the unique reassuring smell of grass and trees.Just like I would not look at those students who came home from school, those students would not turn their eyes to this inconspicuous corner to see me.

It should be so.

When I lowered my head, what caught my eyes was a strange-looking boy with half red hair and half white hair.

He raised his head, and his gaze collided with mine.

The boy looked at me silently, which was different from that time in USJ. His eyes were not looking at dead objects, or in other words, he gave me the feeling that he was not looking at anything, at least he was definitely not looking at me.

I supported the branches with my hands, and hung myself on the tree like a horizontal bar. Thanks to the height of the branches, this posture allowed me to be barely at eye level with him.This made me realize once again that Green Valley's height is extremely unscientific in the entire hero Corey.

I don't know if I read something wrong, the moment I turned over to maintain the posture hanging from the tree, a blush of discomfort flashed across his face.

...Probably not what I thought.

I subconsciously kept my mouth shut.

The pose just now is really not suitable for wearing a school uniform and short skirt, but in order to prevent similar situations from happening, I put on safety pants under the school uniform.After all, I don't know when I will have a fight with someone I don't like.

We stared at each other for a while, and the boy's eyes finally returned to normal from empty, and finally focused on my face.

From the short few minutes of conversation in USJ, I can confirm that the personality of the person in front of me is related to freezing.

The personality of the natural department is often matched with the medium and long-range combat methods, which is quite unfavorable for people like me who are good at close combat.So even if I was really upset that he was standing under the tree like a wooden stake, I had no intention of provoking him.

Just kidding, I'm not at all interested in offering heads.

To be honest, I also wondered if I would be killed if the opponent missed if I fought with the holder of the natural personality.Although it sounds aggrieved, in fact, I even yearn for such an ending.

I am just a "murderer", even if I am killed, I have nothing to complain about.

Maybe it's not the kind of person who can kill me.

"Aren't you going home?" In the end, I chose a well-regulated way of speaking, "School is over." I think I may look like a monkey now, the one on the tree in the zoo.

The boy's eyes wandered around my left face, which was badly injured by Bakugo, and when I thought he was about to make an earth-shattering speech, he withdrew his eyes again, and looked around my ankle at the hole under the tree root. Nest of ants.

Always feel a little hot.

Do ants look better than a living person like me?

He stared at the ant nest for about a few minutes, maybe because he felt bored, the boy's eyes moved back to my face.

"I do not want to go home."

Just like the voice heard in USJ, the voice of the person in front of him is very deep but not misunderstood as an adult's texture, with a cold alienation, as if chatting with a passerby who met by chance.

But to be honest, we are indeed just passers-by who have met each other once.

"What a coincidence, I don't want to either." I laughed dryly.The arm hanging on the branch is a little sore, but I chose this position, and it seems a bit embarrassing to just put it down in front of him.

The boy seemed to say "Oh" very softly, but because the voice was too small, I couldn't hear it clearly.

I subconsciously felt that he and Xin Cao should be the same kind of person, but after thinking about it carefully, there seemed to be some differences.Although I don't know exactly what is different, this does not prevent me from refusing to communicate with him.

I think I might be out of my mind to hang here and stare at him.

But now that things have come to this, it would be a little too cowardly to just leave like this.

If someone passes by here now, he will probably be able to see two students wearing heroic school uniforms, one hanging from a tree and the other standing under a tree facing each other. If the passers-by are more enthusiastic, maybe he will consider us Sent to the health room to see the brain.

...So all the guys in the Hero Division are so inexplicable?

First there is Lu Gu who meddles in other people's business, then there is Bao Hao who has a stinky face and doesn't know what he is thinking but always succeeds in making people want to hit him, and then there is the silly Baji standing here playing one two three with me Wooden guy.

This weird situation continued until the patrol teacher arrived.

"You two, after school, why don't you go home?"

The hot female teacher stood not far from us with a whip and shouted loudly.

I let go as if I had been pardoned, and landed firmly on the ground.From the corner of the eye, the boy seemed to reach out his hands to catch someone, and then retracted his hands after I landed safely.

Is this guy really out of his mind?Since I can go up, I can come down naturally. It is not up to outsiders to worry about such trivial matters for me.

"Going back," I turned my head and gestured goodbye to him as I walked out of the school, "If that tree is your territory, I apologize, and I will choose another tree to sleep next time."

The author has something to say:

Hostess: Please go away, I don’t want to play wooden games with you

Boom: ...Oh (actually in a daze)