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

It has been a week since the incident of chasing fields.

Everyone, including the head teacher of Class C, seemed to have forgotten about it.Not only did Zhui Tian and I tacitly avert our eyes when we met in the corridor, even the teacher didn't call me to the office again.

It's like nothing happened.

But I think it might be that the recent events are so magical that everyone has forgotten about this shitty affair between me and Zhui Tian.

The ponytailed reporter put the microphone in front of me, his face almost touching the tip of my nose.

"Student, what do you think about the symbol of peace coming to Xiongying to teach?"

I blinked: "...Huh?"

The reporter repeated her question again.

The symbol of peace probably refers to that All Might.It is known to all the students that All Might came to teach Xiongying, but what he teaches is the hero department, which has nothing to do with our general department.

In other words, it doesn't make any sense for the lady reporter to ask me this kind of question.

I don't even know what it was like in All Might's class.

Seeing that the reporters were almost blocking the way to the school gate, I turned my head almost subconsciously.Accompanied by the harsh sound of metal being squeezed, all the microphones that seemed to be poking my face were broken.Contrary to the violently destroyed microphones, the people holding the microphones looked dumbfounded.

Very annoying...these people.

"Your microphone is broken." I looked at the lady reporter blankly, "Can I go?"

Reporters were apparently in a panic when the microphones were suddenly snapped off.

I consider myself to be a holder of a dangerous personality. In this case, anyone who wants to survive will take the initiative to let me into the school—if I turn off the microphone now, maybe I will be alone later Unhappy, he twisted their necks.

However, it turns out that I was still too naive.

After a brief commotion, the reporters whose microphones were broken took over the spare microphones from the photographers in unison, scrambling to reach them.I swear if it wasn't for my bad expression, maybe someone would have put the microphone in my mouth.

What the hell is going on? If you want to interview, you can go to the person. Asking students on the sidelines is obviously meaningless.

If it wasn't for the fear of spreading rumors such as "the heir of the Yuki family is violent in front of the media and has a very bad influence", I would have directly screwed all the equipment in the hands of these people.

"I'm going to class." I turned my back to those microphones, "Excuse me."

Really annoying.

Not just wanting to screw their equipment, but I wouldn't mind wringing the heads off of these fly-like reporters if I could.

After all, this is not the job of a hero, right? Why do you act like a star?

The boy with light blond afro walked past with a stinky face.

That person seems to be from Class A.I thought for a while, then raised my finger and pointed at the boy's back: "Sorry, I'm a student of general subjects, and I haven't had any contact with All Might... Oh, that person is a freshman in class A of the hero department. If you have any questions, please help me." You can ask him."

The person I pointed at turned his head with a dark face.

I read the meaning of "smelly woman, do you want to die" from his eyes.

To be honest, I think if it is around the school, this person will definitely not kill me. After all, Xiongying’s teachers are not vegetarian; on the contrary, if I don’t divert the attention of the reporters, I may really die under these microphones up.

Unscrewing the microphone once can be said to be emotionally out of control, unscrewing it twice is afraid that my cheap daddy will directly kill me.

Journalists apparently bought the narrative.

The opinions of Hero Science students who have had direct contact with All Might are indeed more valuable than those of ordinary students.

Taking advantage of the boy with the afro being entangled by the swarming reporters, I stuck to the wall and almost slipped into the school gate.

Beyond the gate is the safe zone.The gate of Xiongying has a special identification system. When people who do not have a student ID card or a pass try to pass through the school gate, the security system will automatically activate to block people from coming out of the gate.

Having said that, it's really too timid to enter the school gate by sticking to the wall, but for the sake of Daddy Cheap, I can't make too much noise, so I can feel aggrieved if I feel aggrieved.

"You are quite clever."

A feeble voice came from behind.

I turned my head, and Shinsao was standing less than a meter away from me. Judging from his crooked school uniform, this student who didn't look like a hero at all was also surrounded by reporters.

Was it an indiscriminate interview?I pondered for a while.

"You will be remembered by the hero department." He pointed back, and following the other party's line of sight, I saw the afro boy still talking to the reporters about "tell me how you feel" and "let go of me". Go to class" game, "Aren't you afraid of being asked for trouble?"

I yawned, "I'm a problem myself."

I honestly think it's kind of amazing what a worry about this guy is.Ordinary people who were hit by me for no reason should not talk to me even if they didn't take a detour, but he seemed to know me well, and he would even nod and say hello when he met me in the corridor.

But I'm not interested in people who are much weaker than me, so I just let him go.

Xin Cao seemed to snort, "You're quite self-aware."

"Self-knowledge is one of the few advantages I have." I rolled my right wrist and carried my schoolbag on my shoulder, put my left hand in my school uniform pocket, and walked side by side with Xinsao, "I thought you would use your personality to make those people get away."

"It can't be done, there are too many." The other party retorted almost immediately, "Besides, it won't do me any good."

It seems so.

The wider the scope of personality mobilization, the heavier the burden on the personality holder itself.If it were me, I wouldn't do such a thankless thing. Anyway, if the trouble really caused the students to be unable to go to school normally, Xiongying would send a teacher to mediate.

From the results, neither Xin Cao nor I are good at finding topics.So after the short conversation, the situation became two people walking side by side to the teaching area, but neither of them spoke.

I am also happy to be quiet.

When I stepped on the steps of the teaching building with one foot, I heard the sound of an explosion not far behind me.

The boy with light blond hair rushed towards me with a very exaggerated expression, crackling fire flashed in his hand, because the explosion sound in his hand was too loud, I couldn't hear what he was howling , it can only be judged from the mouth shape that it seems to be "see me kill you" or something.

It took me three seconds to figure out whether I should duck or fight.

While I was thinking, the boy quickly approached me, and I could even feel the scorching waves of his personality.

Immediately afterwards, a white bandage protruding from nowhere wrapped around the boy at an extremely fast speed, and pulled him back abruptly when the other party was about to touch my head.

"...Should be the teacher?" I tilted my head and asked Xincao.

"Hmm...it is indeed the teacher of the hero department."

The author has something to say:

Although the heroine has a bad temper, she doesn't want to fight everyone she sees. Like the early Green Valley teenagers, Xin Cao, and ordinary people who are not heroes, she is not interested in looking for trouble, because she is too weak.

At present, the only thing that can arouse her interest is ka sauce, so she gave a small amount of ka sauce to make an appointment in the future (bushi

Mr. Hong probably won't...not because she's weak, but because she knows she can't fight at all→melee vs. ranged, standard ending GG