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

I thought Xinsao's sentence "The final exam, I believe you can take me to fly" was a joke, but when the boy with the purple seaweed head was standing in front of Yuki's house with his schoolbag on his back, I realized how naive I was .

When did Xin Cao play a joke on me?

It seems that there is no such thing.

I shook my head and led him back to the room.

The mother went to visit the 800 million house, and the cheap father was away for a long time, so the arrival of Xinsao did not cause any chain reaction that could be called a "turmoil".

In fact, Xincao's grades are not too bad.

It's not a compliment or a couple filter, at least judging from the paper grades, Xin Cao's cultural level is above average. In short, although he is not top-notch, he should be the type that can pass without tutoring.

I flipped through the other party's workbook, and circled a few questions that he seemed to have missed more than once, "I don't think you need my help at all... just pass."

The boy took a few glances at the exercise book, then copied the questions I circled into the notebook, "Why do you think you received the application form?"

Is it the application form for transferring to the Hero Department?

I thought for a while, "...Isn't it because I got the results in the sports festival?"

Xin Cao sneered, "I even made it to the top [-]."

That said, it does seem to be the case.

In the top [-] of the sports festival, except for the girl from the support department who was completely doing sales, the only non-hero students were me and Xinsao. After all, there is no practical course in the general department, so the third round will naturally suffer more than the hero department. There are many; there are about forty students in the hero department.Under such a premise, the general science students who can enter the third round should also be on the school's watch list.

But there shouldn't be much difference between me and Xinsao except for combat power.

Seeing that I didn't react, the boy pulled out another exercise book from his schoolbag and threw it in front of me, "If you were a teacher, what kind of general class students would you let transfer to the hero class?"

"...Is it outstanding in all aspects?"

I froze for a moment.

According to this line of thinking, it seems that it can indeed explain why Xin Cao did not get the qualification to transfer.

Xinsao's culture class is indeed above the passing line, but no one can guarantee that he can maintain his current level of grades after transferring to the hero department. After all, he has missed practical courses for nearly two semesters. Lesson study time will inevitably be sacrificed.

I pulled Xinsao's exercise book over, lowered my head and flipped through it.

Xinsao's goal has always been to be a professional hero. For him, everything he does has a very clear purpose-to pave the way for him to transfer to the hero department.

What am I to Xin Cao?

I know that he took the initiative to contact me in the first place to attract other people's attention, but I'm not sure whether his concern for me is true or not, and I'm not even sure whether he is in contact with me for the convenience of achieving his purpose.

I admit to being uneasy.

Even if the confessor is Xin Cao, even if he explicitly rejects other suitors, I will still have some doubts about "why Xin Cao wants to associate with me".

For Xinsao, my conditions are too valuable.

The existence of "Nyuu Yuki" itself is very conspicuous, and if it often appears around me, it may indeed attract the attention of the teaching staff; my grades are not bad, and it is very beneficial for him to improve his grades in cultural subjects; At this stage, Xinsao is really in need of physical training; and my background is even more helpful to him. Yuki's family has an office. If I am by my side, Xinsao has a lot of opportunities to get familiar with Things that professional heroes should be familiar with.

So is it true that this person has no utilitarian elements in dating me?

I was a little afraid to continue thinking about it.

"What's wrong?" The boy with the purple seaweed head suddenly raised his head and looked into my eyes.

Xinsao's eyes are the kind of inverted triangular eyes that don't look very energetic. I don't know if it's a physical problem. There are often obvious black and blue circles under his eyes, as if he hasn't slept at night.

Maybe it's because of some kind of filter I'm wearing, even with such facial features, I don't think it's ugly.

The boy's eyes clearly reflected my frowning brows.

I subconsciously looked away, "...it's nothing."

Maybe I'm really timid. I have 1 guesses in my mind, but I don't even have the courage to ask the person concerned.

If Xinsao denies my idea, it will appear that I don't trust him; if Xinsao confirms my guess, what kind of reaction should I use to face him?

No matter from which angle you think about it, asking for an exit is really not a good choice.

"Really nothing?" The other party frowned in surprise.

"It's really nothing." I circled the wrong question and threw it back to Xincao's hand, "I just think that you have such a personality, but your brain is unexpectedly not working at all."

"……what do you mean?"

"You can get the same question wrong three times."

The boy was silent for a few seconds, then turned a few pages back in the exercise book, and pointed out to me another wrong question of the same type that was not circled, "Actually, it was four times."

"...Please don't tell me such things in a very complacent tone."

The other party let out an "oh", lowered his head and continued to struggle with the pile of wrong questions that were actually not many.

What I just said is not true.To be honest, in my opinion, Xin Cao's brain is not really bad.

Although he did make many mistakes of the same type of questions, after I listed the problem-solving ideas for him, he never missed it again.At least compared to some scumbags in our class, his intelligence is at a normal level.

I don't know where the impulse came from, I suddenly supported the low table with my left hand, hooked the boy's chin with my right hand, and forced him to raise his head.

Xinsao let me hold his chin with an expression of "what's wrong with you again".

"Look carefully, you are not ugly." I let out a breath, and smiled at him with the corners of my mouth pulled, "I seem to understand why Sakurada likes you."

The quiet Xinsao is still quite confusing, provided that you haven't discovered the nature of his dog's mouth that can't spit out ivory.

"You understand why she likes what I do," the boy suddenly put down his pen, reached out and grabbed my wrist, "Why don't you say why you want to be my girlfriend?"

Because of the opponent's movements, my center of gravity shifted slightly.

By the time I realized it, I was already kneeling on the exercise book, with most of my upper body leaning against the boy's arms.

Lying in Xin Cao's arms, I replied in a low voice, "There's nothing to say, I don't hate you, that's all."

"It's really not cute at all," the other party muttered, "You should praise me at a time like this."

"But you have nothing worthy of my praise."

"...Nyuu Yuuki, you won't have a boyfriend like this."

"No, nothing," I said, "You really don't have much to praise, but I still like you."

The author has something to say:

Hostess: Although you are a dog, I like you very much

Xin Cao: What a coincidence, me too

Hostess: MMP Who are you talking about? !

Xin Cao: ... (Shouldn't the emphasis be on the second half of the sentence?)