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

When I got home, I happened to meet my father standing in the porch to see off the guests.

Probably due to the opening of the Hero Office, there are often people who walk around the house with dangerous personalities just by looking at them.I can't tell who is a member of my father's office and who is an ordinary customer, but when dealing with these people, I usually say hello casually and then go back to my room, and wait until they leave before coming out.

No particular reason, I just don't want to see people called "heroes".

Whether it is self-centered or immature, I also know that I don't hate heroes, but this does not prevent me from not wanting to see them.

——It’s just the jealousy of the “disqualified” towards the “qualified”.

Today's guests seem to be more dangerous than the previous two days.

The man wrapped in flames looked at me with a serious and condescending expression. His eyes reminded me of a housewife looking at discounted pork in front of the half-price counter in a supermarket.

To be honest, this is no longer a feeling that can be described as "unhappy".

I squinted and nodded at my father, then bowed to the man.When he straightened up, he couldn't hold back, and directly smashed the vase placed on the shelf in the entrance hall.

Among the splattered ceramic shards, I saw the man smile.

The deep voice was transmitted to the eardrum through the medium of air, and what was different from his expression was his aura, the oppressive feeling unique to the strong came to his face, and those dense and intangible things were like a huge impenetrable net, making him I can't move.

The man in front of him was different from the so-called "hero reserve" in the school.

I am well aware of this.

However, it is only aware of it.Compared to playing house with those little ghosts in school who don't even know what they are after, challenging such a strong person is something that surprises me.

Want to fight him.

There is a voice in my heart that is restless.

It would be great if... it would be great if he could kill him.

"It looks good."

The sense of oppression suddenly disappeared, and the man wrapped in flames withdrew his gaze from my face, and turned his head away from looking at me.

That is also a matter of course.Now I really don't have the qualifications to fight with him.

I took a step and walked past my father.The hired nanny ran over in a panic to clean up the fragments of the vase. From my angle, I could clearly see the small stains on the cuffs of the other party's light gray kimono.

It's really... quite disturbing cognition.

Unexplained guests, unexplained scrutiny, unexplained babysitters, and unexplained stains.

The pieces that fit together into a comical picture made me want to destroy something.In fact, I did exactly that, closing the door of my room while I twisted and smashed the puppet that was placed as a decoration at the door.

The heavily made-up doll was twisted into colorful fragments by external force, and the red, green and green colors expanded in sight, occupying a large field of vision as if deliberately covering up something.

I threw my schoolbag on the tatami, pulled out the kimono hanging in a conspicuous place from the closet, and put it on indiscriminately.

There are not many rules in the Yuki family, but there are also many rules. One of them is to wear a kimono at home.

As for not being able to laugh out loud when eating and not showing teeth, having to have my father check the results of personality training every month is already so commonplace that I don’t even bother to think about it.

Even if I told my dad over and over again that I couldn't be a hero, he would just take my words to mean that I wasn't strong enough, and then add a little more to my training menu on his own initiative.

But I still can't be a hero.

It has nothing to do with whether "Nyuu Yuuki" is strong or not, it's just "disqualified already".

The door of the room was opened, and the mother stood in the doorway with a smile and asked if she could come in.

I nodded.The woman in a gorgeous kimono walked into the bedroom without turning her eyes, and ignored the doll fragments scattered at the door as if she didn't see them.

Whether it is my father or my mother, they will give me the most love they can give me. This kind of love is not hugging me and telling me stories or touching my head to praise me for doing a good job. Turn a blind eye to the "abnormality" that I exhibit.

Even if one day I get upset and break the beams of the house, they will just smile and tell outsiders that the house at home is in disrepair, and then buy another property elsewhere.

My parents who are blindly pursuing "the honor of the Yuki family", and me who was brought into the Yuki family simply because of my strong personality.

This family, and the people in this family, are relatively "abnormal" existences.

The mother half-closed her eyes and pursed her lips with a slight smile: "How was your day at school?"

Not really.The matter of chasing fields has not been resolved, and it is not known how the nosy little hero named "Green Valley" will tell the teacher what he saw.

Probably it can only be "Yuki-san from class D robbed other students during lunch break" or something like that.

I lowered my head slightly, covering my expression with my bangs, "Not bad."

There is no need to let the family know about these things.In the final analysis, this is a matter between me and those people. If my family members are required to intervene because of such a trivial matter, it will seem that I am too tasteless.

Mother took a deep breath and threw the straight ball almost without hesitation.

"Does Niu Xu know about...personality marriage?"

Personal marriage?

Of course I do.

The union of the couple in the Yuki family is a personality marriage.If their biological child hadn't died in an accident, I would probably still be in the orphanage wondering what to do to make ends meet as an adult.

I rolled out a meaningless single sound from my throat: "Yeah."

The other party restrained her smile, and grabbed my hand with her hands that were so soft that she knew that she didn't suffer much at all, "Nuxu, that Mr. Andawa just now—"

It turned out that the man's name was Andeva.Wait, that man's age can be my father, even if it's an adopted daughter, it's not very honorable to marry a woman to an old man. Will the Yuki family really do such a thing?

I raised my head in astonishment and looked at my mother's expression. The vermilion lips of the beautifully dressed woman opened and closed in my sight.

I can't hear what she said, I think it's about the benefits of marrying that man.

Should I express my protest at this time?

When the thoughts drifted back, the mother's long speech also came to an end.

"Mr. Andawa's son is very good. He is also a holder of multiple personalities. He also goes to Xiongying's school. If it is Niu, he should be able to get along well with him..."

To sum it up, the family plans to marry me to an old man whose sons are as old as me, maybe even older than me?

With a stiff face, I listened to my mother's praise of Andeva's son, then sent her out, and slammed the door of the bedroom behind the woman's loving eyes.

The other complete doll that survived next to the fragments of the doll was also twisted off, making a piercing sound.

Am I crazy or is this couple crazy? !

The author has something to say:

The thinking mode of the heroine: Marriage proposal should come to the door in person → Andawa came to Yuki's house alone → so it is Andawa who wants to ask for a wife

Andeva: I want you to be my daughter-in-law and you actually want to be my wife (bushi

Regarding the status of the heroine in the Yuki family, the adoptive parents turn a blind eye to let her go about small things (such as demolition of the house and beating people), and she has no right to speak about major things (school, spouse, etc.). It is said that the Yuki couple did not regard the heroine as a "person" but as a "carrier of a strong personality".

By the way, when the heroine graduated from junior high school, she applied for the hero department, but she played a little trick to get herself into the general department.