[Woying] The days when Xiongying was a teacher

Kazama Mari blinked.

"Do you really want to say..."

Bracent found it in her attitude, "Not me?" he asked incredulously, "Why not me?!"

"There are so many reasons," Midnight also threw him an orange, "Don't worry about Kazama, just talk quickly."

"It's the tide bull king!" Mari Kazama covered her face.

"Why him?" Bressant objected.

"She's in the fan group of the trendy bull king." Aizawa Xiaota said slowly.

Most of the heroes present have fan bases, not official support clubs, the kind that can be registered casually, and you can get some news about hero activities after paying a little money.

To enter the fan group, you have to go through layers of inspection. It is said that there are more than 400 basic questions that All Might's fan group must answer.

Bresant hugged Mari Kazama.

"Sister Truth is not in my fan group, and I don't listen to the radio station every week."

"You are a late-night radio station..." Kazama Mari hesitated, "Sometimes I fell asleep after listening to it..."

"Is my show so boring?" Bressant asked subconsciously, and then said: "It's not bad to be able to fall asleep listening to my voice ~ forgive you!"

"Why is it the Chaobo Niu Wang?" asked the sharpshooter who was grilling mackerel.

"Because the trendy Niu Wang senior has a good personality, good taste, good voice, good hearing, strong strength, can cook and do housework~" Kazama Mari boasted vigorously.

All Might thought about it, except for his strength, he seemed to have nothing to do with it...

After thinking about it, Bressent thought he could understand.

Kazama Mari's parents and Aizawa Shouta are not the type with very outstanding personalities, and neither is the original trendy bull king.

He has always believed that people who are born stronger than others are a minority after all.Most people in the world are still at the same starting point, so some of these people have gone through untold hardships to reach heights that others cannot reach, which is really worthy of respect.

"So he is Kazama's ideal type?" Midnight continued to ask.

"Ah? It doesn't count..."

If you talk about the ideal type, in fact, the first thing that comes to mind is Hawkes.

But Hawkes said that he wants to create a world where even heroes can sneak in. This goal is as big as hers. If you don’t work hard for three to five years, you will not see hope. By then, more people will like Hawkes. Sri Lanka's...

Kazama Mari's mood instantly fell to the bottom.

So are you just a fan?Aizawa Xiaota couldn't help but think.

In the next round of card draw, the one who gets the joker card is the sharpshooter.

"Adventure," said the sharpshooter.

He doesn't escape like Kazama Makoto, and he doesn't like to play around like Bressant. He is usually more stable and reliable. Midnight is still friendly to him, and he squeezes a lot of lemon juice into his beer and asks him to drink it all Just be done.

Next, it was Mari Kazama who drew the joker card.

"...Is it okay to drink?" Kazama Mari asked cautiously.

"Sure!" Midnight, who hosted the game, said boldly.

"Hey, she's underage." Aizawa Shouta said.

"Just this once," Midnight said.

Kazama Mari's mood suddenly turned bad, and the people present were not stupid, so how could they not see it.

"Don't be so strict, Eraser Head." Midnight pushed the cup belonging to Kazama Mari to her.

"No," Aizawa Shota thought of what happened last time when Mari Kazama got drunk, feeling a little headache, "I'll drink for her."

He picked up the glass.

"I just want to drink." Mari Kazama said.

As if Aizawa Yuta didn't hear it, he raised his head and drank all the beer in the glass.

Kazama Mari glared at him.

"Go on," he said.

In the next few rounds, I don't know if it was bad luck. Mari Kazama often drew wild cards, and chose to drink every time, and then Aizawa Shota drank all the wine.

People of her age are prone to rebellious psychology, especially her views on Aizawa Shouta are so complicated, which caused a situation where the more he didn't want her to drink, the more she wanted to drink.

After drawing a fake card again, Bresant took her poker and threw it on the table, and said to Midnight, "Sister Truth is so unlucky? Did you operate in the dark?"

"Then you come." Midnight also threw the cards back.This time she really didn't do anything.

Bressant shuffled the cards.

"Come, Sister Truth."

Mari Kazama chose one.

After flipping it over, it was still a joker.

She herself was a little confused.

Aizawa Xiaota laughed.

"Drinking, huh?"

He picked up the glass and poured himself a glass of beer. Mari Kazama looked at his side face and suddenly felt that he was very sad.

Before she could react, she had already held his hand.

Aizawa Yuta slowly turned to look at her.

There were extremely complicated emotions surging in his deep black eyes, but upon closer inspection, it seemed that there was nothing there.Kazama Mari noticed that the corner of his mouth was twitching, and turned around and hugged her abruptly.

He mumbled something in Kazama Mari's ear, but Kazama Mari didn't hear clearly, and saw Bresant standing up, lifting Aizawa Shouta's shirt collar.

"Drunk." Bressent shook Aizawa Shouta, seeing him cover his head with his hands and shouted that he was dizzy, he couldn't help laughing.

"Sister Truth, do you want to beat him up? Anyway, he won't remember anything when he's drunk, and he won't know that you did it."

Kazama Mari was still immersed in Aizawa Xiao's strange reaction just now, and said in a daze: "He will think it was you who did it..."

"..." Bressant froze, holding his hand that was about to die.

The Cement Secretary supported Aizawa Shouta together with him, and helped him to lie down on the sofa in the living room. Aizawa Shouta struggled to sit up, but Bressant pushed him down again.

"Erasherhead, you're drunk."

Bressant whispered in his ear, "Dranktoomuch, Understand?"

"You're so noisy." Aizawa Shouta pushed his head away, "Shut up."

"Okay, I'll shut up."

So Aizawa Xiao was too satisfied to lie down, chose a comfortable position and closed his eyes.

Bressant was also satisfied.

In this way, no one can distract Sister Truth's attention.

Back at the restaurant, Marksman has already grilled the fish.

The mackerel in spring is not as fat as it is in autumn and winter, but the meat is firm and dense, and the fire is just right for the sharpshooter. The skin of the grilled fish is crispy, and the inside is fresh and tender. After poking open with chopsticks, the sweet aroma of the fish begins to overflow come out.

A whole fish is eaten quickly.

"I'm here to help with the barbecue." Bressant said to the sharpshooter, "I can't be a teacher someday, I think we can jointly open a shop."

"I can do it alone," the sharpshooter replied.

"Then I'll open a shop next to you." Bressant didn't know why he confronted him.

All Might sat down where Aizawa Shouta had been.

"What is the girl in the wind thinking?"

"Did I go too far just now..." Mari Kazama whispered.

"No," All Might scratched his head, "If I really want to say it, Aizawa-kun is weirder."

"Yes, yes," Bresant saw All Might rubbing against Kazama, and hurriedly left the sharpshooter and walked over, "When I was her age, I didn't know how much wine I drank secretly. .”

"Is it because Kazama Maiden is a girl?" All Might guessed.

Although there are more men present, everyone is a hero, and they are also teachers of heroes. Bressant has known them for many years, and his character is still worthy of trust.

so--

"You're thinking too much!" Bressant raised a finger, "According to what I've known about Eraserhead for so many years, that guy definitely knows something inside!"

"??!"

All eyes turned to Bressant.

He picked up a glass of wine and said to Kazama Mari: "Could it be that Sister Li becomes a different character when she's drunk? Let me get drunk and you see~"

"Mike stop!!!" All Might suddenly turned into a tall, muscular form, and stretched out his hand to block Kazama's truth.

"That's too much nonsense," Midnight said.

Blocked by All Might, Midnight didn't see her, Kazama Mari looked at the tall figures standing on her left and right, passed her hand between them, and picked up a glass of beer that hadn't been drunk since it was poured.

"I want to know too..." she said, taking a sip.

"!!!" All Might looked at her in shock.

He was only focused on arguing with Bresant, but he didn't expect Mari Kazama to betray himself first.

"How's Sister Truth feeling?" Bressant looked down at her.

"It's so hard to drink." Kazama Mari stuck out her tongue.

"Hahahaha." Seeing her clear expression, All Might changed back with confidence.

If you don't count the last party, I never imagined that I could have dinner and drink with so many teachers and All Might...

Mari Kazama looked at All Might who was smiling all over her face, and then looked at the other teachers who showed concern for her, and she also gave a big smile.

She can feel everyone's concern and care for her.

The best response to this is to try to be a better person, right?

Each of them has a different view of heroes, and they behave differently in the world. If they can really learn something...

If I can really understand Aizawa Shouta's intentions...

Sure to surprise everyone.

I said I would protect All Might!

Kazama Mari secretly clenched his fist.

She has always moved forward with the help of others, and she began to have more confidence in herself.

Believe in yourself, you can do it!

Looking around, everyone was waiting to eat barbecue, and no one paid any attention to her.

She took another sip of beer from her glass.

It doesn't seem so bad to drink.

After leaving Xiongying, she was full of uncertainty in using her personality, but just now, she felt that the obstacles that had blocked her had disappeared.

She can use her personality more freely than before, and she can try to realize certain moves that only exist in imagination.

It turns out that not only do you have to believe in the real existence of things you can imagine, but you also have to believe in yourself?

She put down the bottomed cup and said to everyone: "I've become stronger——"

"Hahaha," All Might didn't understand what she meant, and refilled her glass with a smile, "You can still be stronger."

"I can!!!" Mari Kazama picked up the cup.

All Might looked at her flushed cheeks, so cute!

If only Kazama Maiden could always be by her side... All Might couldn't help thinking.

Uncontrollably, he poured another glass of wine for Kazama Mari.

The ethereal ghost was drunk and sang with a cup as a microphone, and the others were grabbing the barbecue without noticing them.

When Bresant came over, what he saw was a drunk Kazama Mari, and All Might next to him hid his guilt with a big laugh.

"It's almost time to go back." The cement department was a little helpless, and didn't expect All Might to be so unreliable.

"I'll call for a taxi." Midnight took out the phone from his jacket pocket.

"There are guest rooms upstairs..." All Might coughed, a little embarrassed.

"We have classes tomorrow." Marksman explained.

The few of them are still awake, helping All Might tidy up the table, so that when the company in charge of the party comes to collect the items tomorrow, they will not be in a hurry.

After packing up, the car I called arrived.

Marksman and Cement Division moved the sleeping Aizawa Shouta to the car, and then helped the unconscious ethereal ghost and Kazama Mari to say goodbye to All Might.

Back to Xiongying, Midnight and Sharpshooter sent Aizawa Shouta back to his room and went downstairs.

"Wait," Bressant called to stop Midnight, "help change sister Truth's clothes?"

"Fix it yourself~" Midnight turned her head and looked at him ambiguously.

Bressant had a headache.

"Do not make jokes."

"Anyway, you can figure it out." Midnight really went downstairs.

"Hello!" Bressant felt that something was wrong. Normally, Midnight would not refuse such a small favor.

He looked down at Mari Kazama who was leaning against him and up at the ceiling.

There was no noise or trouble along the way, very well behaved.

He carried Kazama Mari into the room, took off her shoes and stuffed them under the quilt, but he still didn't change her clothes.

"In this kind of weather, you shouldn't catch a cold."

He was about to go out after finishing speaking, when Kazama Mari suddenly sat up and hugged his hand from behind.

"Kiss!" Kazama Mari shouted.

Feeling the soft touch on the back of his hand, Bressant's body stiffened for a moment, "What??"

"Kiss!" Kazama Mari looked at him with wide eyes.

Bressant looked into her watery green eyes and coughed.

"You can kiss... Let's agree, kiss the forehead, don't think about other places."

Mari Kazama blinked, feeling a little hard to understand what he said.

"Is that why Eraserhead won't let you drink?" Bressant leaned down and kissed her on the forehead.

The lips stayed on the full forehead for a moment, then moved down along the forehead, and barely stopped when they reached the eyes.

Mari Kazama wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him on the face.

"Good night, Brother Yamada."

As if it was just an ordinary goodnight kiss.

Bressent was dumbfounded.

It took a long time to regain his consciousness, "It's over..." He walked out the door quickly, slammed the door shut, and shut himself out.

At that moment, a very bad thought flashed through his mind.

He couldn't fail to understand what it meant to have a different reaction to a young girl's non-seductive behavior when he was still sober.

However, there are many things that separate him from this girl, such as age, ideology, the eyes of people around him, etc. He will not have to be with her just because he has a crush on someone, but...

At this level, it's not just a good feeling.

Obviously, she has made up her mind to treat her as her younger sister.

The thought of her having a boyfriend made Bressant's mood even more complicated.

"Am I going to be jealous with my students?!"