[Woying] The days when Xiongying was a teacher

The meeting place was chosen at a nearby izakaya.

Mari Kazama sat with All Might, and Bressant sat to her right and ordered her a can of ginger ale.

When ordering food, the cement department was called away by a call for help. The enthusiastic atmosphere did not cool down, and the heroes present were used to such things.

"It's been a long time since I came to this store." Ethereal Ghost said faintly, "I'm usually alone, if I come here, I feel that the store manager will be scared..."

"Why didn't you have such awareness when you went to KTV alone." Bradkin complained, "Do you know how I felt when I got a call last time saying that a very powerful enemy appeared, but I ran over and saw you? ?”

"Hahahahahahaha," Bressant smiled unexpectedly, "I told you not to ask me to come with you."

"You will grab the mic." The ethereal ghost said that there is no need for two mics in a KTV room.

While the teachers were chatting, Mari Kazama noticed that Aizawa Shouta chose to sit in the corner again, his eyes were half-closed, his long hair was tied back, and the profile of his exposed face was unexpectedly clean.

Moreover, his sitting posture is very standard, his demeanor is cold, and there is a bit of vigor, which is completely different from his usual decadent appearance.

Sensing Kazama Mari's gaze, he looked back indifferently, and Kazama Mari subconsciously gave a smile.

The izakaya is decorated in a typical Japanese style, with warm tones on the log walls and soft overhead lighting.When Kazama Mari smiled under such light, there seemed to be a kind of wordless ambiguity, which touched Aizawa Shouta's heart.

He stared at the smile for a few seconds, then turned his head silently.

Midnight was talking about some interesting things about Xiongying with All Might, and saw the smile on the corner of Kazama Mari's mouth next to him, and felt that it was really touching under the light, so he asked with a smile, "Does Kazama have a boyfriend?"

"Ah?!" Kazama Mari was startled.

"It's almost Kazama, don't you have a boyfriend yet?" Midnight said, "I'm your age, but I've tried everything~"

Midnight spoke with a slightly evil smile on his face.

All Might coughed dryly beside him.

Although these topics were discussed at office gatherings in the past, but... for some reason, it always felt a bit awkward if the object was replaced by Mari Kazama.

Kazama Mari's face suddenly turned red.

"If you don't have a boyfriend, don't you have someone you like?" Midnight blinked at her, "Teacher can teach you how to capture someone you like. Teacher, I have a lot of experience in this regard~"

Aizawa Shouta glanced at the ill-intentioned Midnight, then turned his eyes to Kazama Mari.

Bressent squeezed the wine glass in his hand and stared closely at her flushed cheeks.

She has the unique vitality of young people, as well as an indescribable shyness, as well as a kind of softness and cuteness that can easily make people's hearts flutter.

"Why, asking this suddenly..." Kazama Mari lowered her head with flickering eyes, not daring to look at Midnight.

"There is no positive answer, but there is someone I like!" Midnight propped her hands on the table, and leaned over to look at her, "Tell me, the teacher will help you refer to it, what if it is someone who is not very reliable."

"There's no one who says that the person someone likes is unreliable, I think you're unreliable." Bresant was suddenly upset, pressed Midnight's shoulder and pushed her back to the seat.

Midnight suddenly fell to his own position, and then saw Bressant leaning sideways and grabbing Kazama Mari's shoulder.

"Sister Truth, do you really have someone you like? I... brother, I will never agree!"

"Hey, it's very common for girls of this age to fall in love!" Midnight was dissatisfied, "What kind of brother are you, the rubber head didn't even talk."

"Eraser heads don't count, obviously I have known Sister Zhenzhen for so many years..."

Aizawa Shota poured himself a glass of wine silently, and the hand that picked up the glass was a little hard.

Yes, it's normal for girls of this age to have someone they like.

Very reasonable.

There is no reason to hold back.

He lowered his head and took a sip of his wine. His movements were unhurried and extremely quiet, as if he was not interested in their topic.

"Mike's behavior is a bit like his sister is going to be snatched away by others." The cement company came in from the outside and said to All Might.

He is a fan of All Might, and when he saw All Might being baffled by Bressant who was next to him with his hand on Kazama Mari's shoulder, he couldn't help but strike up a conversation with him.

"Indeed." Olmerte nodded.

In fact, he still felt that it was not that simple, but he didn't know where it was not simple.

Seeing that everyone was surprised by the intimate actions of Kazama Mari and Bressant, he began to feel that he was overthinking.

"That's because Mike met Kazama when Xiongying was still studying."

Principal Nezu appeared out of nowhere, holding a cup of hot tea in his two paws.

"Eraserhead's workplace experience and off-campus activities were all carried out in the office of Kazama's parents, and the office Mike chose was very close to there, and then they got to know each other."

"At that time, Kazama was still small, right?" Marksman didn't know much about these things, so he came over to listen.

"Yes." Principal Nezu said, "At that time there were not as many hero offices as there are now, and being a hero paid more attention to spiritual inheritance. Kazama's parents admired Eraser Head very much. They accepted him as a student and planned to wait for him to graduate. Formally invite him to the office..."

"Then?" The Cement Secretary glanced at Aizawa Shouta who was drinking silently.

"Because of an accident, Kazama's parents passed away. She was also taken to live in Okinawa by relatives. Eraserhead and Mike went to Kazama several times, but was told by relatives that Kazama didn't want to see them."

All Might was fascinated by the past story, and couldn't help making a regretful voice: "How could this happen?"

Aizawa Yuta sat over quietly and startled everyone except the principal when he spoke: "I thought she just didn't want to recall sad things just because she saw us."

"Later, I went to Okinawa to do assistance work, and after chatting with the professional hero there, I found out that there was no girl in that relative's house, and no one had seen Truth... That is to say, when I found out, Truth had been missing for two years too much."

Aizawa's depression is too rare: "The truth disappeared on the second day after arriving in Okinawa. The relatives were very afraid, afraid of being accused of not taking good care of the hero's orphan, and afraid of being criminally responsible for it, so they could only fabricate lies. Prevarication. Unexpectedly, after a long time, I gradually became really indifferent, and instead felt happy because I often received things from us by mail.”

The cement secretary clasped his hands on the table, frowning in confusion.

"Have you seen her?" he asked.

"Of course I looked for it, but I couldn't find it." Aizawa Xiaota sighed, "Later, Truth was admitted to Xiongying from a remote school. We went to that school to investigate, and the principal said that she transferred from another school. The school before the transfer happened to be destroyed by the enemy."

"Truth is very good at swordsmanship." Aizawa Shota filled his glass with wine, "I want to know where she learned it, but she doesn't intend to tell me."

All Might found something different from Aizawa Shouta's words.

"so?"

"She didn't have the potential to become a hero. I expelled her at the end of the first grade." Aizawa Xiaotao said the ending of this story related to himself lightly.

"I'm afraid this incident will hit her hard." The Cement Secretary seriously thought about it. At that time, Milin Kamui was the one who came to complete the withdrawal procedures for Kazama Mari, and he never saw her again.

"She wants to be a hero very much, and she usually works very hard." The ethereal ghost also came over at some point.

He is the teacher who likes Mari Kazama the most besides Bressant.

"That's because her parents are both heroes," Aizawa Shouta shook his head, "She wants to be a hero, but she doesn't know what a hero really means."

His eyes passed through the crowd, looking at Mari Kazama who was singing with Bressant.

The cheerful singing of the two of them echoed in the izakaya, and the smile on her face was so relaxed.

"She has always wanted to be a hero. As her parents' disciple, you should have a different meaning to her," said the sharpshooter. "You told her that she can't be a hero, which is different from her parents denying it personally." She, what's the difference..."

Aizawa Shouta's hand holding the wine glass froze, he put down the glass abruptly, and shouted at the sharpshooter with some gaffes: "But I'm not wrong——!"

His slightly louder voice caught Kazama Mari's attention.

Mari Kazama let out a "huh" and ran over to ask, "What are the teachers talking about?"

Several teachers looked at her with different expressions, but none of them spoke.

Mari Kazama turned her gaze to Aizawa Shouta, who sat there, turning a blind eye to her gaze, like a cold and hard statue.

She stared at Aizawa Yuta for a while, then went back to Bressant.

The other teachers quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Something else must have happened back then, but now is clearly not the time to ask.

They tacitly let go of this topic. When Aizawa Yuta picked up the glass again, the sharpshooter reminded him: "Don't drink too much, there is work tomorrow."

Aizawa Shouta nodded mechanically.

Mari Kazama returned to Bresant, hiding a can of beer secretly taken from the cement company in his hand.

The cement manager didn't drink much, so even if there were a few cans missing in front of him, he wouldn't notice.

She puts the beer on the table, the packaging on it has changed to look like ginger ale.

The sharp-eyed Bressent twitched the corners of his mouth: "Hi, girl! What are you doing?"

"Teacher Mike!" Kazama Mari immediately clasped his hands together and looked at him with pleading eyes.

This is too foul...

Bressent turned his head away and started humming.

"I didn't see anything~" Midnight on the opposite side also said.

Mari Kazama, who was acquiesced, opened the can of beer that had just been repackaged with some joy.

The faint smell of wine wafted out, mixed with the rich aroma of food in the air, and the sense of presence immediately became thinner.

Mari Kazama held the jar in both hands, approached it cautiously, and took a small sip.

Immediately frowned.

Her cheeks were still flushed, her eyes were bright, and she looked more attractive than the food on the table.

How can it be so cute!

Resisting the urge to poke her cheek, Bryant Mac asked pretendingly casually, "Is it good?"

"Not good." Kazama Mari was very disgusted, but she didn't put down the beer, but took another sip.

"Don't force it." Bressant finally couldn't help reaching out and pinching her face.

A little hot, but very nice to the touch.

Bressant didn't want to let go, and Mari Kazama pulled his hand away.

It's not forced, it's just a can of beer... At the end of the party, Mari Kazama followed Aizawa Shouta in a daze.

Listening to the conversation between Bressant and the ethereal ghost in front of her, she felt that the world became light and ethereal.

The author has something to say:

Aizawa Shouta: I drank too much

Kazama Mari: I don't drink much, but I'm drunk