[Comprehensive] It's Frozen Jiao, not Jiao Fong

After a few months, Hong Dongjiao finally ate the food cooked by Hong Dongmei again. The taste was exactly the same as in memory. Her movements were elegant and quick, and the food gradually disappeared on the plate.

"Save some stomach." Hong Dongmei smiled, "I'll make you caramel panna cotta later."

Hong Dongjiao put down her chopsticks instantly.

Hong Dongmei couldn't bear it anymore, she stepped forward and rubbed her head again, touching and rubbing her in her arms, envious and jealous in her heart.

Why did I have such a soft and fragrant girl in that world?Although the frozen is also good, but still...

As the only daughter of the Hong family, Hong Dongmei is under too much pressure, the eldest brother who disappeared when she was young, the second brother who never returned home, the awkward and cold younger brother, the mentally disturbed mother, and the neglectful and indifferent father who treated her.

If Hong Jiaodong at least has Hong Dongmei caring about him, this girl has not received any care since her mother was admitted to the hospital.

Sometimes she couldn't help thinking that it would be great if she had a sister of the same sex, who could talk about the little secrets between girls and comfort each other, maybe she wouldn't be so broken.

Borrowing the rising heat from the pot, Hong Dongmei lost her eyes, there were drops of moisture brewing in it, and she kept spinning, Hong Dongjiao sat at the table, looked at the girl's back, pursed her lips, stepped forward to leave He hugged her behind him.

The warmth came from the place where the two of them met, which made Hong Dongmei burst into tears.

Don't cry... She is very distressed.

Finally, I explained everything to my mother in the hospital, untied the knot in my heart, and returned home. What I saw were these two figures hugging each other sweetly.

Hong Jiaodong: "..."

There is an inexplicable feeling of being abandoned.

But at this time, Hong Dongjiao greeted him: "Yo, you're here."

...it feels stronger.

It's a pity that Hong Xiaxiong has something to do tonight, so he can't come back, otherwise it would be a perfect dinner, the three of them ate quietly, without much words, but so comfortable.

After she was full of food, Hong Dongjiao went around the whole house, which was probably the same as what she remembered, but she couldn't find Hong Dengya in the few photos hanging on the wall.

Speaking of which, during this period of time, I haven't heard Deng Ya's name from Jiao Dong.

Could it be that Brother Touya here ran away from home and was expelled from his family?

In Hong Dongjiao's impression, Hong Dengya always looks like a homeless man. He is so sad that his hair is dyed black, but he will occasionally hand her some interesting little things from outside when he returns home. stuff, stroking her head with his scarred hands.

But there will always be.Hong Dongjiao counted the days, and the average time for Hong Dengya to run away from home is four months. She has been here for two months, and she will see her again after a while.

Carrying their own combat uniforms, the students of class A who are not interns in Tokyo gathered on the Shinkansen. The school reimbursed the round-trip tickets and allowed everyone to go there with their combat uniforms. After all, they were still teenagers and had no idea what kind of cruelty they would face next. , noisy.

Xiongying's school uniform is already dazzling, not to mention that most of their class has appeared on TV this time, even Hong Dongjiao, who is often immersed in her own world, can feel a lot of eyes sweeping over her body, ears There were whispers from the side.

"...Everyone, be careful and be polite to the local heroes... Hong Dongjiao! Be sober!"

Dozing off, Hong Dongjiao shivered: "Yes."

Aizawa sighed, and went over to specifically remind: "Your situation is special, remember to report your situation every two days, and we have also notified the office over there in advance."

"understood."

Aizawa is full of worries, like a worried old father, is she really okay?

You can go to Kanagawa by ordinary tram. Hong Dongjiao separated from her classmates at the entrance and went to the tram platform. She stood there quietly. Her beautiful appearance, eye-catching hair color, and slender figure attracted everyone's attention. Notice.

The Tennis Club of Lihai University, who had just finished a friendly match with Bingdi, was standing next to her. The boys who used to be noisy were a little unusually quiet at the moment, and the few who escaped desperately suppressed their excitement, so as to avoid an uncontrollable boy. Go talk.

"That girl is called Boom! She is very handsome in fighting! She has a great personality too!" Fumta Marui hooked Kirihara Akaya's neck and shook him frantically, "It's even prettier in real life than on TV!"

Even though 80.00% of the people in the world have personalities, and heroes have become a profession, less than [-]% of them are suitable for fighting or rescue, and the best ones are even rarer. People of the same age around you are not common. The sports festival of heroes The reason why it has such a great reputation is also because the people who shine in it are basically the real hero reserve.

Hong Dongjiao, who entered the top four, is already considered a small star among her peers who are not much different in age, not to mention she has a face that can take both men and women.

"Senior Marui, don't shake me..." Although Kirihara was also very excited, he was about to vomit, "If you want to take a group photo, that's fine!"

His loud voice instantly attracted everyone's attention, and they all looked sideways at this group of youths with boundless vitality.

With a dark face, Sanada dragged Kirihara away from Marui, and gave him a slap in the face: "What is it like to be noisy in the public!"

"Why is it my fault again?!" Kirihara expressed dissatisfaction, "Just now it was clearly Senior Marui..."

Sanada raised his hand again, Kirihara's instinct awakened at this moment, and he closed his mouth tightly.

Hong Dongjiao glanced over, that red-haired boy...want to take a photo with her?

According to Hong Dongjiao's more than ten years of observation and summary, the reason why Andewa has been unable to surpass Oulumite to get No. 1 is that he is not close enough to the people, and he can't see clearly when he is covered in flames. His facial expression, and his vicious look all day long, may make some people feel reliable, but it is still far from the irresistible smile of Orumite.

Hong Dongjiao wants to be a hero, a respected hero, but limited by her natural expression, it is too unrealistic for her to save people with a smile every day, so she can only make up for it in other ways.

He strode over and stopped in front of the red-haired boy, Hong Dongjiao asked, "Do you want to take a picture?"

"Huh?" Marui froze in place, blushing.

"Don't you want to take a picture?" Hong Dongjiao repeated, probably the first time she did this kind of thing, a little shy, "Can I use your mobile phone?"

"Okay, okay!" Marui took out his phone in a panic, his movements were so flustered that he almost fell to the ground, he carefully approached the girl, kept a certain distance, and switched his phone to selfie mode.

Feeling that the distance was too far away, Hong Dongjiao recalled the pose of Oulumite taking a photo with someone, and moved a little closer, with the two heads almost touching together, and raised two fingers to make a "V" letter.

Cute to explosion! ! !

Looking at the figure of the girl boarding the tram, Marui stuffed the phone back into his pocket in a daze, turned around, and put his hands on Kirihara's shoulders against the strange eyes of the crowd.

"Akaya! I'll treat you to ramen today! Eat as much as you want!"

Kirihara, who unintentionally contributed to his senior's star chasing, had nothing to say, and was even a little jealous.

"Marui is really lucky, Sanada." Liu Lianji said with emotion.

Sanada lowered the brim of his hat and had nothing to say. It seemed that he had a part in this contribution.

The terrain of Kanagawa is not complicated, but there are many small roads. For those who come for the first time, they basically rely on navigation. Hong Dongjiao wandered around with her mobile phone, and finally managed to stand in front of the building an hour later.

The ordinary appearance is more like a residential house than an office. There is a small garden outside. Looking through the railing, it is full of seasonal flowers of various colors.

It's just a little bit rotten, and there are some weeds around, it doesn't look like it has been properly taken care of.

Hong Dongjiao pressed the doorbell.

"Hello, I'm Hong Dongjiao from Class A of Xiongying's first year, and I'm here to report today."

The intercom flashed, the switch was turned on, and the two doors opened automatically.

Hong Dongjiao went in, knocked on the door inside, but got no response, she pulled the doorknob, but found that the door was not locked at all, and she could enter with a push.

"I'm sorry." The moment Hong Dongjiao walked in, she frowned subconsciously.

There is a decaying smell in the air, which is not particularly unpleasant. It is the kind of sediment caused by not ventilating for too long. The curtains are not drawn, and the light from the window shows that there is a person lying on the sofa in the living room. , her whole body was wrapped in a black robe, her face could not be seen clearly, only a pair of slender and beautiful hands were exposed.

"Hello, I'm Hong Dongjiao who came to report today." She put down her luggage and saluted the other party, "Excuse me, are you..."

Not sure if the opponent is a hero or an assistant, Hong Dongjiao asked.

"Is it from Xiongying? Just in time." The man got up from the sofa, stretched his waist, his voice was unexpectedly young, it sounded like a man, "Hong Dongjiao, is your personality half-burning and half-cold?"

"Yes."

The man nodded: "I just sent you a name, the hero named the world."

"Hello."

The man whose hero is named World glanced at Hong Dongjiao, his face was hidden behind the cloak, but he deeply felt the disgust emanating from him: "It's not the same as at the sports festival, why does it look a bit dull... But it’s good enough.”

He pointed to the living room, and then to the second floor: "From now on, within two hours, use your personality to clean the entire room. Your ice should be able to do it."

Hong Dongjiao: "..."

"Is there anything you don't understand?"

"No."

Hong Dongjiao accepted the reality, put the luggage aside, took off the school uniform jacket, rolled up the sleeves, revealing two white and tender arms.

Perhaps, this is the test of becoming a hero.