[Woying] The days when Xiongying was a teacher

When All Might found Xiongying's teacher list, Mari Kazama dragged a yellow sleeping bag to the corridor of the Hero Department.

"Thank you."

Aizawa Shouta who was in the sleeping bag politely thanked him.

"You're welcome," Kazama Mari said, "Actually, I want to throw you out even more."

"I won't give you a chance." Saying that, Aizawa Shouta raised his voice, addressing the noisy Class A students in the classroom.

Mari Kazama couldn't help laughing seeing the little students in Class A being frightened.

It was the same back then...

This guy hasn't changed for several years...

Returning to Xiongying again, from a student to a teacher, Kazama Mari is a little emotional.

"By the way, this guy who is distracted is called Kazama Mari, and he is your teaching assistant and sociology teacher."

Saying that, Aizawa Shouta took out the sportswear from the sleeping bag, and told the students to go to the playground to gather after changing.

After sending out the sportswear, Aizawa Shouta found that Kazama Mari had disappeared.

He looked around the classroom, but found no sign of her, and finally lowered his head to look at his sleeping bag.

A golden head was huddled inside, and big green eyes blinked innocently at him.

"..." Aizawa Xiaota was silent for a few seconds, "Come out."

"I do not."

Aizawa Shouta decided not to waste time, turned around and walked away.

"I brought you here just now, hello!" Mari Kazama shouted behind him.

Aizawa Yuta turned around: "What do you want?"

"Take me to the playground." Mari Kazama was also very polite, "Thank you, Mr. Aizawa."

Aizawa Yuta stared at her with terrifying eyes for a few seconds, and seeing that she was still smiling, he finally bent down, helped up the sleeping bag, and carried it on his shoulders.

Move quickly and in one go.

Kazama Mari's head and feet were drooping, feeling a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help protesting: "I'm going to be dragged along too."

"It's too far from the playground and the sleeping bag will break."

Aizawa Yuta patted the sleeping bag on his shoulder, and said indifferently, "If you move around again, you will be thrown away."

"Okay." Kazama Mari reluctantly agreed to this approach.

When the students of Class A changed into their sportswear and gathered in the playground, they saw Yuta Aizawa coming over with his yellow sleeping bag on his shoulder.

Aizawa Shouta stood still in front of them, and slammed the sleeping bag on the ground.

Mari Kazama in the sleeping bag let out an "ah".

The sleeping bag is very thick, and it doesn't feel bad to throw it on the ground, but it always feels a little uncomfortable to be treated so roughly.

Smelling the familiar coffee smell in the sleeping bag and the slight smell of smoke, Mari Kazama began to think wildly, started smoking recently?Is there something bothering you?

Speaking of which, he seemed very dissatisfied with himself these days.

At this moment, Mari Kazama heard a serious-looking boy wearing glasses pointing at himself on the ground and saying, "Is this Kazama-sensei a hero too? She looks so small!"

"She's not." After Aizawa Shouta lowered his magnetic voice, it sounded a bit gloomy, "Coming to Xiongying doesn't mean you can become heroes."

"Since you have asked this question," Aizawa Shouta showed a malicious smile on his face, "Then the last place in this test, let's be expelled directly!"

This is... want to expel Izuku Midoriya? !

Mari Kazama huddled in her sleeping bag, feeling a little unbelievable.

Fired on the first day...

It's more serious than imagined.

Mari Kazama slowly rolled away wrapped in a sleeping bag.

After Aizawa Shouta finished talking with the students, he turned around and saw Kazama Mari rolling further and further away.

Walking over and stepping on the sleeping bag, Aizawa Yuta lowered his head, a pair of bloodshot eyes approaching her.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the opening ceremony," Kazama Mari said, "It's only the first day of school, and I can't bear to see people end up like me."

"I'm going to see my dear juniors, to heal my weak heart that was hurt by you."

Aizawa Yuta dug her out of the sleeping bag.

Still that annoying smile.

"Since the mind is so weak, why don't you watch it a few more times, maybe you can become stronger."

"Ha ha."

Mari Kazama also gave him a smirk.

Since he couldn't leave, he still had to work as a teaching assistant.

Looking at Aizawa Shouta's reddened eyes, it was rare for her to grab the recording instrument.

"If you want to rest, just say it." Mari Kazama pouted, "I won't laugh at you, isn't it just dry eye syndrome?"

Seeing her disgusted expression, Aizawa Shouta rarely showed a slight smile on his face.

Mari Kazama took over Aizawa Shouta's job of recording test scores.

The sun outside was a bit bright, and Aizawa Shouta narrowed his eyes in discomfort.

The surroundings are filled with all kinds of noisy sounds, the mechanical sound of the instrument reporting the count, the bluffing of the students, and the shallow breathing of Kazama Mari...

It's rare that it didn't make him feel irritable.

Soon, I arrived at Izuku in Green Valley.

This student was affirmed by Kazama Mari, All Might, and other teachers.

A student who can't even control his personality well.

Midoriya Izuku intends to use his personality to throw a softball, but the personality is eliminated by Aizawa Shouta.

Listening to his preaching to Izuku Midori, Kazama Mari felt a little heavy.

Then, Izuku Lvgu made an unexpected decision.

Kazama Truth froze.

The next test, she became silent.

Even if Aizawa Xiao changed his words too much and said that the expulsion was a lie to them, she did not refute.

Just follow Aizawa Shouta back, and meet All Might at the corner.

After talking with All Might, Aizawa Yuta looked at Mari Kazama with a sluggish face and felt a headache.

"I have given him a chance." Aizawa Yuta said.

Even he himself didn't know why he said such words that were close to explanations.

He scratched his hair uncomfortably.

"The opening ceremony is not over yet, right?" he said as if talking to himself, and then walked towards the opening ceremony.

Kazama Mari followed him stiffly like a marionette.

From a distance, I heard the headmaster encouraging the new students with a brisk tone.

Kazama Mari slightly withdrew some of her messy thoughts, and looked around in the crowd.

Can't see the million and rings...

I didn't say hello to Bai and Baohao before.

Kazama was thinking about it, and the mood that had picked up a little bit fell down again.

Aizawa Shouta accompanied her to watch the opening ceremony and returned to the office. After a while, the power loader called to inform: "The combat uniforms of the freshmen have arrived, and the two class teachers come to pick them up."

Bradkin and Sasuke Aizawa are too much.

The two return with the robot delivering the goods.

Aizawa Shouta wraps up Mari Kazama with the arresting weapon and pulls towards the classroom.

"Come with me to put on the combat suit," he said.

Mari Kazama followed behind with a dejected face.

The students in Class A have all gone home, and the classroom is empty, not at all as lively as it was in the morning.

Aizawa Shouta pressed the remote control, and there was a slight sound on the wall next to the podium, and the cabinet for the combat uniform extended from the wall.

Aizawa Shouta watched Kazama Mari put the boxes of the combat uniforms one by one according to the student number, and when he reached the top floor, even if he stood on tiptoe, he was still a little short of reaching it.

Mari Kazama tried several times, but still couldn't put it in, but she didn't ask Aizawa Shouta either.

Aizawa Yuta felt that it was a waste of time, so he couldn't help but grabbed the box and easily put it in the correct position.

Surrounded by the familiar atmosphere, Mari Kazama came to her senses after a long time, and was about to back away when Aizawa Shouta had already held her hand.

He stood behind Kazama Mari, holding her hand with one hand and her shoulder with the other, and pressed her against the wall without much effort.

Kazama Mari's face was pressed against the wall, icy cold, but the body behind her was glowing with heat, the heat was continuously eroding her, almost stopping her breathing.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a tall adult male who was nearly a head taller than him, with fiery eyes.

An indescribable sense of danger enveloped her.

She swallowed quietly: "Teacher..."

"Huh?" Aizawa Yuta looked down at her.

The blond hair hangs softly behind her, and even a loose tracksuit can't hide her slim and graceful body.

The shortness of breath, the soft voice, the pink lips, and the sharper perception than ordinary people, magnified all the beauty in Kazama's body.

Her existence itself has an unimaginable attraction to him.

Every move can always easily affect his mood.

If it continues like this, it will be enough to make him lose control.

Realizing this, Aizawa Shouta slowly withdrew his hand and took half a step back, but his body was still very close to her.

In a posture that was almost leaning on her, he asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with you?"

"No, nothing!" Kazama Mari shrank his neck, turned around with a face of resistance, and pushed him with both hands, "Go away!"

No push.

The position where both hands touched happened to be on Aizawa Shouta's chest. Through the battle suit made of special material, he could actually feel the fast beating heart hidden in his solid and powerful chest.

Plop, plop!

Steady and thick.

Kazama Mari blushed.

The tough and explosive body of a mature man is always very attractive, especially he has a handsome face.

And... the eyes that look at me are still so enthusiastic and focused.

At this moment, he suddenly transformed from a teacher, elder, or colleague into a man who began to reveal his true intentions.

The relationship between him and her seems to have become simpler.

In an empty classroom, two opposite sexes are alone.

No longer the cold youth and ignorant little girl in memory.

The relationship that I thought would not change, actually changed silently with the passage of time in the past few years.

Kazama Mari suddenly realized that he could no longer be too intimate with Aizawa Xiao as unscrupulously as before.

Seeing Kazama Mari who suddenly blushed, Aizawa Yuta belatedly realized that something was wrong.

This kind of atmosphere is too charming.

far beyond normal.

How do you usually get along with other people?He diverted his thoughts for no reason, avoided imaginations that were too dangerous for him, and pulled Kazama Truth's hand away with firm willpower.

"Don't try to change the subject." He pretended to put his hands in his pockets, and said in a calm voice without ups and downs.

"Do you have to say it?" Kazama Mari asked softly.

"If my teaching assistant behaves like you did today, it will only hinder my work." Aizawa Shouta seemed calm and unmoved, but in fact he had already begun to regret it.

This kind of wall-dong-like posture is really not good.

Get the conversation over as soon as possible, he thought.

"Okay." Kazama Mari lowered her head, and her voice became softer, "That's... I found out... I might, really treat you..."

"Huh?" Aizawa Shouta raised his heart unconsciously, as if expecting something.

"A bit biased...maybe more than a little..."

Aizawa Xiaota's heart fell back after flying out.

A sense of emptiness that he had never felt before occupied his mind, and he tried to ignore it, but with little effect.

"Oh."

He heard his own voice answer, the voice is still steady.

Fortunately, it was not affected too much.

Instead of feeling relieved, Aizawa Shouta felt that things had become more troublesome.

After a pause, he spoke again, and what he said seemed innocuous and extremely unreasonable.

"If you can't control your emotions, you should stop being a teaching assistant."

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