Handbook of Heroes and Heroes in Love [Comprehensive]

Every day in the torment of training and negative emotions, everyone in the hero department is exhausted and tortured to the point of being inhuman, so at the moment when the time is stuck to get rid of negative emotions, even if you want to die, you can’t help it want to cheer.

Escaping from birth refers to this time.

Unlike the chaos when they came to the training camp, Sasuke Aizawa showed mercy when he returned and allowed the exhausted hero reserve soldiers to board the bus.

There was silence in the carriage, and the sudden relaxation of mind and body put everyone in a vacuum state, and their thinking diverged to the extreme, as if they had just survived Star Wars.

The fate of this year's Hero Class A has been full of twists and turns, and there have been thrilling accidents since the beginning of school.

But anyway, everything calmed down.

At this moment, everyone thought so.

——Island on the high seas.

Dabi raised his hand and knocked on the door twice, until there was a weak "come in" from inside, then he pushed the door cautiously and entered, his footsteps were so light that they didn't stir up any waves in the quiet room.

In an empty and bright room, a teenager sat on a coffee-colored lazy chair, with a whole set of oil painting materials at his feet, but the canvas in front of him was still blank, nothing to do with the white mask on the back of the chair The difference, the latter at least has the contours of the facial features.

The floor-to-ceiling windows occupying an entire wall frame the azure blue sea into a painting. The sunlight penetrates the glass and falls on the lazily leaning back of the chair, creating a thin layer of halo. She was a little thin, and the light coffee-colored trousers were slightly rolled up, revealing her fair and delicate ankles.

He held the paintbrush in his left hand without a trace of paint, and he acted professionally as if he could draw a world-famous painting in the next second, but his violet-like eyes were staring at the notebook on his lap for a moment, and his right hand tapped the keyboard , the national information on the screen quickly turned pages, and each page displayed the information of ten people.

This teenage boy looks like a seedling who just walked out of school, but after these few days of almost magical experience, Dabi felt that even if he had a brain hole, it was impossible to treat him as a seedling again-no kid You can completely control the park in just a few days.

Dabi still doesn't understand how things turned into what they are now. It's like meeting a fork in the road. He thought he chose a downhill road, but he didn't expect to fall into the abyss with one foot in the air.

If he was given another chance, he would never have chosen a narrow path to get back to the apartment as soon as possible on the first day of the storm, so that he would not have met this person.

[I'm new here, I need a tour guide... just you. 】

Dabi didn't want to recall at all what happened when he was conditioned to refuse, and what happened after he escaped into Paradise in order to get rid of him.

By the way, he still doesn't know the boy's name.

After entering the room, Dabi put the convenience bag in his hand beside the boy, "Here, marshmallows of various flavors are enough for you for half a month."

He couldn't understand his girly fetish at all.

Hearing this, the boy put down his paintbrush and spread his hand towards him, "Thank you...Strawberry flavor."

Behind the mask, Dabi stared at him expressionlessly, but the other party's gaze was always fixed on the screen, and he didn't even give him a look, but when he realized that he was not moving, he hooked his bony forefinger.

If you can't beat it, you can only accept your fate, what else can you do?

Dabi let out a sigh in his heart, rummaged out of the bag and found out the cotton candy in the pink package, and when he was about to stuff it into the boy's hand, he saw his palm turned slightly, took out two from the inside, threw them into his mouth and chewed them lightly.

The hand covered with burn marks froze by the boy's side holding the cotton candy

Dabi regretted not having prepared a small coffee table in this room.

Even if he doesn't know this person any more, he still understands what he means at this moment - just hold it like this before you finish eating.

As if he was afraid that he would not understand what he meant, the boy explained kindly, "Sorry, there is no place to put it, so I need to trouble you."

The soft voice is gentle and harmless, and the sincere request is wrapped in a natural gesture, making it sound nondescript.

Dabi wondered if he would survive and walk out of the room if he burned it.

What a joke, it's too ridiculous to risk your life just to wrap marshmallows, he has no doubt that in the eyes of the young man, his own life is not as good as this bag of snacks.

Although he seems to have nothing to do with viciousness and cruelty, when a person is strong enough to a certain level, everyone will only succumb to his strength, and don't care what his nature is.

Rules are made by the strong.

Looking at the notebook on his lap and the fingers constantly operating on the keyboard, Dabi once again cast aside in his heart the self who walked into the narrow lane, and honestly acted as a makeshift coffee table.

The boy hadn't stepped out of the room for several days, as if the most important thing in life was national information, and he was indifferent to everything else, and the paradise was just a vacant room he occupied by the way.

Since gaining the actual control of the park, the teenager has thrown everything to him, including but not limited to the management of personnel in the park, running chores and replenishing him with marshmallows. Fortunately, he has no intention of changing the original rules of the park. It must be a mess out there.

The only sound in the empty room was the clicking of keyboards.

Dabi looked at the sea outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the ripples on the sea surface floated in his ice-blue eyes.

After a long time, as if he suddenly remembered, he mentioned an insignificant matter in a very casual tone, "By the way, should the park hold a 'Carnival Night' as usual?"

The teenager squeezed a few marshmallows out of the bag, "'Carnival Night'?"

"It is the re-ranking of the top ten 'players' in the arena. If it is confirmed, they need to be notified in advance." Dabi lowered his eyes lazily, "Those people have signed the 'Supplementary Agreement', forcing them to participate, but if they don't If it is held, it will not be so strict that it will kill them."

"You can figure it out." The boy had a snack in his mouth, and his voice was a little vague.

"Oh." Dabi's breathing was steady from beginning to end.

But only he knew that the rhythm of his heartbeat was out of order for a moment.

That selfish guy named "Yayoi" disappeared completely, and only "Carnival Night" can make her reappear.

Perhaps it was a bit boring to read the information all the time, so the boy took the initiative to say, "You have worked hard these days, tour guide, do you have any wishes? I will treat it as a reward for you."

Dubi recovered his senses and glanced at him, now he just hoped that he would not take this address as his name, or that he could stuff all the marshmallows in his mouth into his mouth at once, "I don't have any wishes."

"Don't answer so fast, I'm not an unscrupulous boss who only knows about exploitation, I want it very seriously now" the young man clicked the keyboard, "As long as you are human, you will have desires, and I can give them to you no matter what." You, but don't be too greedy, or I won't know what to reward you next time, come one by one, and give you some motivation."

The young man's tone was too understated, as if as long as he raised it, he could do it easily, like a god who listened to the prayers of believers.

But no matter how powerful a person is, it is too arrogant to call himself a god.

So Dabi unconsciously used a sarcastic tone, "Is it possible to resurrect the dead?"

Let people know that they are deliberately embarrassing when they hear it.

——The rattling keyboard sound stopped abruptly.

Obviously there was nothing unusual, but Dabi tensed his nerves like a conditioned reflex, and his eyes fell on the young man's bony fingers. There was an inexplicable sense of conflict between the white fingertips and the black keyboard.

The movement that had not stopped for several days suddenly stopped at this moment, as if someone had pressed the pause button on the smooth movie.

The young man slowly turned his head, and his eyes finally moved away from the boring screen and fell on him.

The sun fell into the eyes, like lavender blooming wantonly in the sea of ​​flowers, and the inverted crown tattoo under the right eye was covered with a light halo.

Just when Dabi was almost unable to restrain himself from attacking him, a trace of distress appeared in the boy's brows and eyes, as if he was stumped by his wish, but then, his eyes suddenly lit up, a picture of "everything is easy to negotiate" appearance.

"Do you want a parallel world? Although the memories and experiences are different, they are still the same person."

Dabi was stunned, and the speed of thinking slowed down instantly, so that he didn't immediately understand the information and meaning contained in this sentence.

The white-haired boy gently kneaded/pinched the cotton candy on his fingertips, staring at him intently, with a smile on his lips.

"Thousands of parallel worlds...you can choose the one you are most satisfied with."

The atmosphere in the room became a little weird with his silence.

For a moment, Dabi felt a poisonous snake crawling from his back, the creepy chill made the lips behind the mask into a straight line, and the fingers dragging the marshmallow tightened unconsciously.

The plastic bag made a slight sound, cutting through the frozen air like a blade.

The young man was smiling, but his perfect facial features were not stained with the slightest human emotion—ever since Dabi knew him, he felt an inexplicable strangeness, he seemed to be stuffed under the skin with human common sense, so as to maintain his life. Humanoid aliens.

Almost at the same time, the laptop screen suddenly flickered for a few moments.

The young man was attracted by the strangeness, and it was only then that Dabi regained his breath.

After a brief black screen, a green straight line appeared on the screen, accompanied by sharp and sharp ripples floating with a thick voice.

"Sure enough... I'm looking at national information again."

The young man stuffed the marshmallow into his mouth, and lazily dragged out a complaining tone, "It's you again... I've already said that I'm not interested in joining, so don't waste my time."

With that said, he put both hands on the keyboard, ready to drive this unexpected guest out.

"Do you want to make a deal?"

The fingertips rubbed the keyboard twice, then slid to the edge and tapped lightly.

"Deal?" The boy raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised that this word would be used on him.

When Dabi was hesitating whether to leave the room first, the boy stretched his waist, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, rested his chin with one hand, and reached into the candy bag he was dragging with the other.

So he could only bite the bullet and stand where he was.

"Tell me." The corner of the boy's mouth rose slightly.

The voice coming from the notebook is slightly distorted.

"I thought... you might be looking for someone?"

The boy hummed casually, as if he was not surprised that the other party found out about this.

"I don't know the nationality, age, gender, appearance, and name. I can only hack into the national identity system and look at the photos page by page. Don't you think it's a waste of time?"

A little bit of distress and helplessness appeared on the boy's face, as if he had enough ability to remove all obstacles to reach the sky in one step, but he had to move forward step by step on this level with no shortcuts.

"I can't help it," the boy sighed, "but you have to be patient."

"Ask me in advance, if there are only photos, can you recognize them at a glance?"

Rubbing his lower lip lightly with his fingers, the boy bent his eyes, "Of course..."

As if thinking of something, his expression was unbelievably soft.

Before this, Dabi couldn't imagine this side of the boy at all, it was like seeing an impeccable, cold and ruthless robot with a beating, flesh and blood heart.

"If that's the case, I can just help you." There was a slight smile in the thick voice, as if he had foreseen the outcome of this transaction, "I have a very interesting ability here, which can import electronic information into people at one time. memory, provided, of course, that your brain is loaded with information from all the people in the world."

—he will say yes.

For some reason, Dabi was extremely sure of this.

Almost at the same time as the man finished speaking, the fingers rubbing his lower lip stopped, wearing a mask called "Innocent and Harmless" on his face, he stared at the screen without speaking, and the other party remained silent patiently.

After a while, the young man smiled softly, crossed his hands in front of his waist and abdomen, and looked ready to listen to his subordinates' report, "What do you want?"

"The child I love and care for has recently been in a rebellious period, which has caused me a bit of a headache as a parent," the man sighed helplessly, "but since he wants to get a toy so much, I don't have the heart to let him down."

Dabi subconsciously imagined in his mind the scene where parents obstruct their children from falling in love and can only choose to compromise.

The boy yawned silently, with a look of lack of interest, took the marshmallow from him, and ordered, "A cup of coffee, thank you."

Dabi turned and left impatiently, and the lazy voice of the young man came from behind, "Continue."

One second before closing the door, Dabi heard the man say slowly,

"The best way to remove a hindrance is to turn it into a help, so I need a little favor from you."

The author has something to say: None of these three people knew that the target was the same person hahahahaha.

Congratulations to Bai Huahua for opening the copy of "Wrong Team"