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

Mr. Katsuki Bakugo finally carried out his plan to murder me for the third time.

The back of my head hit the ground with a loud sound, and the sudden impact on my body made me fall into a brief dizziness.

The boy's muscular arms restrained my head and pressed my face against his chest, with such strength that it could smother me to death on the spot.

I know you want to protect me...but your posture of protecting people is really not very good.

Judging from the position of the palm, Bakugo actually wanted to put his arm under my head, but probably because of the emergency, the boy's arm was not placed in the correct position in the panic, but it was not placed at all. The piece that got hit.

Of course, the possibility that he did it on purpose is not ruled out.

I believe that the person in front of me will never be so kind to save me smoothly and not add trouble to me.

To be honest, Baohao is really a plague god in a sense. Every time I meet him, I always have to put some color on him, unless he doesn't communicate with me at all.

The last time it was an arm fracture, and the last time it was a cervical spine fracture, this person probably has some blood feud with my bones.

In that instant, I understood a certain fact.

Instead of going to a shrine to worship the gods, I should consider going to a fortune teller to see if he can beat me.

The fragrance of washing powder of unknown brand lingers in the nose, and the palm of the young boy's skin on the side of the neck is different from the palm of the mother I am familiar with. In addition to the sweat that can be captured by the touch, it is also full of long-term exercise. Thin cocoons produced.

This person doesn't cut cocoons...

Yes, he is a boy.

I also get calluses on my hands from time to time, though due to the strange insistence of my adoptive mother, I get orders to cut them off whenever they start to harden.She is said to be like this herself, but she hasn't exercised much since adopting me, so I've never seen her cut calluses off her hands.

The thin callus was attached to the skin, and with the boy's subtle movements, it brought a little trembling touch.Probably due to his personality, the temperature of Bakugo's palm is higher than that of ordinary people, which gave me the illusion that I would be burned by the high temperature.

I don’t know if it’s because the concussion caused in USJ some time ago hasn’t healed completely. The dizziness spread down the head along the skin covered by Bakugo’s palm, mixed with the fragrance of washing powder, making people restless.

Compared with being fainted by the robber's sweat, this situation is more unbearable now.

Expressionlessly, I pushed the boy's body with my hand to signal him to get up.

The robbers have been subdued by the professional heroes who came after hearing the news.Just as I thought, the first ones to come were indeed the members of Daddy Cheap's firm, but he himself should have some important work, so he didn't appear here.

The only bullet from the gun in the robber's hand hit the street lamp behind us, and the black bullet hole looked a little scary.

Even in this superhuman society, the lethality of sex cannot be denied.

After all, humans are such fragile creatures.

After confirming it was safe, Bakugou got up from me as if he was electrocuted.The hem of the kimono was a bit of a hindrance, so it took me almost twice as long as it took him to just barely get my footing.When I looked up, I could read the obvious disgust in the eyes of the blond boy.

Sure enough, I still want to fight, this man.

I twitched the corners of my mouth to suppress the anger surging in my heart, and went straight to the familiar heroes to ask them to hide the fact that Bakugo used his personality to hurt the robbers.

But having said that, with so many onlookers watching this incident, it is not easy to completely hide it.

As long as these two days are hidden, the police probably won't really pursue Baohao's fault after the pressure of public opinion mounts.

In any case, Bao Hao privately used his personality to save me from the robbers. Even if I don't need his rescue at all, this favor still has to be accepted.

"Miss Niuxu is also at this age." After listening to my request, the middle-aged man who had worked under his father for many years smiled and glanced in the direction of Baohao, "I remember that Xiongying Sports The champion of the ceremony?"

After all, it is a sports festival that has attracted the attention of the whole society. Recently, the information of the top three sports festivals is often scrolled on the electronic screen. I am not surprised that Baohao suddenly became famous.

What's more, his recognizable face that doesn't look like a good person at all is too high.

…but what does it mean to be that age?

Senior, what did you misunderstand?

I turned around with a wooden face, and Baohao had been recognized by the onlookers and quickly surrounded him.The young man who obviously didn't like being watched stood in the crowd with a dark face, his whole body exuded the aura of "I'm very upset".

I think Bakugo should have a nickname, unhappy.

Because the styles of private servers and school uniforms are too different, I, the third person, was not immediately recognized.

While Bakugo was still surrounded by people, I quietly greeted the professional heroes present, and slipped away from a corner where no one noticed.

The so-called dead friends don't die poor people, since there is a human target like Bao Hao, why should I send it to people to see.

This plan to sell the big money to save itself should have been perfect.However, when I walked to the corner of the phone booth, the boy's very personal roar came from behind me.

"Yuki Nio, where do you want to go?!"

"..."

I rolled my eyes and turned around again, facing the boy who poked his head out of the crowd and looked at me.In fact, I should have pretended not to hear him and cut it off directly, but the inexplicable guilt welling up in my heart forced me to turn my head and face him.

And I do care a little bit.

Although Bakugou does know my full name, but with his personality, it is basically impossible for him to call someone's name properly in this situation.In other words, he must have had some purpose in calling out my full name in the sight of the crowd.

Within seconds, I understood what his purpose was.

"Nyuu Yuuki?"

"Nyuu Yuki from the No. 3 Hei Sports Festival? The student from the general department?"

"Look carefully, it seems to be really alas!"

The people around Bakugo scattered, and then stood in a big circle in a strange state, enclosing me and Bakugou and the nearly three-meter open space between us.

My ears were filled with compliments and chatter such as "Come on", "You are really good", "Oh, it reminds me of my school days", and I stood in the middle of the crowd with a straight face, and I exchanged ideas with each other. He gave a murderous look.

"...does it do you any good to call out my name?"

I looked at the young man's face in disbelief.

Bakugo didn't speak, and I could see the meaning of "I can't leave and you don't want to leave" from his expression.

Taking back the foreword, this person shouldn't be unhappy at all. I think the childish ghost is more suitable for him.

The author has something to say:

Kajiang: Die together

Heroine: MMP

---News headlines the next day----

It is reported that a road building near the pedestrian street in this city was destroyed, and there were traces of burning and external damage on the site. The specific reason is under investigation...

(The street lamp with the picture was twisted off, and there were still black traces of the explosion on the ground)

The hostess who is having breakfast: (a pause) Luckily Daddy Cheap didn’t go, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to escape...