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

After Xinsao left, there was an empty space around me again.

The general department's evaluation of my style will not change because of the rumors that the confession was rejected. Even if all the staff look at me with sympathy, no one will come forward to talk to me without fear of death.

I also heard that Xinsao has a new nickname recently, called "Cadmus of the General Department".

Although I don't know what kind of connection Xinsao has with the warrior who slays the dragon in Greek mythology.

Just when I thought I could spend the time before playing in peace, another Cadmus appeared beside me.

The well-behaved and lovely girl carefully sat down on the empty seat on my right. The beautiful butterfly hairpin on her head and the black stockings on her white thighs almost blinded my dog's eyes.

All in all, a completely different type from me.

"That... that..." The girl rubbed her skirt with her fingers, speaking softly, as if she was afraid of disturbing anything, "Student Yuki!"

I turned my head to look at her expressionlessly.

It should be the type that high school boys generally like, this girl.

Seemingly frightened by my attitude, the other party showed an expression that was about to cry.However, she quickly pulled herself together, took a deep breath, and asked in a volume that only two people could hear.

"Yuki-san, do you know... what type of girl Shinsou-san likes?"

I silently turned my face to look at someone who was fighting against Green Valley on the field.Green Valley seems to have recovered from the brainwashing control, and the dark green-haired boy gave Xinsao a shoulder throw under the excited eyes of the audience.

What a shame, sorry.

That's why I said that without practicing gymnastics, there is no way to win in the competition.

"do not know."

Or do I look like someone who knows what type of girl Shinsou likes?

By the way, what kind of misunderstanding did the general department have for me...

"This, so..." The girl seemed a little disappointed.

I looked straight ahead.Try to make yourself look cold, "If you want to confess and feel embarrassed, I will hand you the love letter." To be honest, I am curious about Xin Cao's reaction after being written a love letter.

I really can't imagine what Xinsao will do. To be precise, I don't even believe that there are girls who like him.

After all, I am the holder of that kind of dangerous personality. Even if I personally can understand that Xinsao will not use personality to do things that should not be done, it does not mean that other people will not have this idea.

In a sense, Xin Cao's reputation in general subjects is no better than mine. The difference is that it is not so extreme that no one wants to chat with him.

The girl's face suddenly turned red, "That, that... I'm not..."

In fact, it’s not impossible to ask her for help. Don’t look at me like this, I am also a person who cares about the lifelong affairs of friends.Most importantly, I don't have a bad impression of this girl.

Who doesn't like a fluffy little white rabbit?

"what are you guys saying?"

The boy with the purple seaweed head put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked up from the other side of the stands.I read the meaning of "how can a person like you have friends of the same sex" from his eyes.

I pressed the blue veins on my forehead that suddenly popped up and twisted off the plastic seat on the left.

"sorry!"

The girl who didn't know what happened seemed to be taken aback by my sudden reaction. She apologized loudly and quickly left the place where Shinsao and I were.

"Ah...gone away..." The boy turned his head and looked at the girl's back. For some reason, I felt that he seemed a little regretful.

Maybe Xin Cao likes that type?

"Losing?"

I put my hand on the back of my head, and withdrew my eyes from the girl to the field.

The second game was the guy with me in the horseback riding battle who could shoot tape from his elbow. I remember it was Sero?

Anyway, it was a showdown without any suspense.If the match between Shinsao and Midoriya still has the unknown of Xinsao's personality, then the match between Sero and Toro is a backwater with no waves at all, and there can only be one result of the match.

After all, Hong's physical fitness and personality are both top-notch.

"I lost." Xinsao walked around the seat that was twisted by me, walked to the right and sat down.

"It's ugly." I sighed, "but it's fine for you."

I don't quite know how to comfort people. The Yuki family's education policy has always been that if you lose, you lose. Even if there are 1 reasons, it can't change the fact of defeat.In terms of victory and defeat, I really can't find any suitable words to comfort Xincao.

There was a little smile in the boy's voice, "The way you comfort people is really annoying."

"Then I'd better take back what I said just now." I gave him a sideways glance, "It's too ugly, it's really embarrassing for the general department."

Xinsao seemed to want to touch my head, but he was a little afraid of my reaction after reaching out his hand, so he could only pat my shoulder.

"If you want to touch it, just touch it." I cast my eyes on Toro and Sero on the field, "For the sake of your performance." Actually, I didn't watch Xinsao's game at all, and Xinsao should know this One thing, but he's not going to do anything because I didn't watch the game.

The boy's apparently untrained, not-so-rough palm fell on the top of my head.

The heat from the opponent's palm traveled down the scalp and spread to all the limbs.

I'm in a daze.

It seems like no one has touched my head like this in years.Daddy Cheap doesn't like Huairou's education policy, and the staff of the orphanage don't give good looks to children who don't work and have to eat. The last time they were touched on the head seemed to be before their personality awakened.

A woman with long wine red hair stood in front of the window and smiled at me. She opened her arms as if she was going to hold me in her arms.The sunlight poured in from the window behind her, blurring her facial features.

I have already forgotten what she looks like, I only vaguely remember that she should be a very gentle person.

"Xin Cao..." I squinted my eyes, "Has anyone ever told you that you are a bit like my mother?"

The hand that was rubbing against my head paused, and then it was withdrawn with lightning speed.I subconsciously turned my head to look at the young man beside me, he had a distorted, dumbfounding expression on his face.

"Why am I like your mother..."

After a long while, he squeezed out a sentence from his throat that he didn't know whether it was a complaint or a question.

"I don't know," I stood up, "I just have this feeling."

Tomo defeated Sero by an overwhelming advantage, and the field echoed with spontaneous comfort from the audience.As I expected, no one thinks that Sero can beat Toro, but no one thinks that Sero can be defeated just because of this defeat.

Guys who can reach the finals always have something special, and so does Xinsao.

I took two steps forward, and looked back at the young man's expression again, remembering something.

"Ah, that's right." Under his slightly surprised gaze, my voice overcame the noise and accurately entered the boy's ears, "If I make it to the finals, tell me what kind of girl you like."

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