[My English] One Hundred Ways to Follow Shouta Aizawa

"It was said in the previous meeting that your home is near me?"

"Yeah, the one who shares the rent with me is a white-collar lady."

The apartment rent in the area where Shouta Aizawa lives is reasonable and the security facilities are relatively good. It is not too far from the transportation hub. It is true that many working people, especially women, choose to live here.

Taking advantage of the silence between the two of us, I chose a family at random.

The owner of this family is a freelancer. He is probably busy writing on weekdays, and his mind is full of all kinds of messy ideas, but it is also more convenient for me to act.This type of person has limited communication skills, and it will not be suspicious if they do not go out for a long time or ignore others.

And let her go out with a reason, for example, to buy food reserves, and at the same time, I happened to come home to catch up with a few words, it would be easier to dispel Aizawa Shouta's suspicion.

"Jingyang, are you back?"

"Yeah, it's Bai Ye, you actually went out today?"

A black-haired woman in home style greeted me at the bottom of the building, holding a bamboo basket in her hand, her complexion was a little fair, she looked like the kind of person who didn't bask in the sun all the year round, maybe because of sitting in front of the computer desk for a long time The reason is that her body was a little unnaturally stiff, which made Aizawa Xiaota look twice more involuntarily.

This woman, he remembered, was Shirai Shiraiya who lived in the building next door, and was a freelance writer by profession, but he didn't know that she had a roommate.

"Of course I'm shopping for some food. There's nothing in the refrigerator. If you go back first, cook some food." She took out her pocket again, and took out a card that was exactly the same as that in Aizawa Yuta's hand. , "This is what you left behind earlier, take it."

I took the card with one hand in my pocket and was about to swipe the card to enter the apartment, but I had to turn around to face him when Yuta Aizawa grabbed my wrist.

It's just that his eyes are still on the back that is gradually going away: "So that is the person who lived with you just now?"

"Yeah." I suddenly thought of a very bad question, "Could you remember the identity information of all the residents around here?"

"No." Aizawa Shouta shook his head and let go of his hand. He stared at me with deep meaning in his eyes, which made my heart shudder. If it weren't for the cheating device of mind reading, I would take it for granted that I was seen through by him up.

"Then I'll tell you, Bai Ye's personality." I deliberately paused for a while, but his face didn't change, which made people feel bored, and I pouted, "You won't say 'I want to know 'Well."

He also cooperated with me, although his tone was full of perfunctory: "Okay, okay, I want to know, please tell me, Miss Li Cao."

"Don't call me Miss." As soon as I mentioned this, I had to think that I would have to wait on that giant baby when I went back later. Speaking of which, I didn't tell him when I went out today, so I really don't know what will happen later.

"Then...Riko-san...?"

I let go of the hand that was about to open the glass door, and circled around him, with a mischievous tone, as if it was a kind of teasing: "Call me Jingyang, Mr. Aizawa, aren't you my teacher?" , but also to protect me."

"Miss Li Cao, I am no longer your teacher, it's time to change my title."

Aizawa Shouta always felt that it was a little strange to be called a teacher by his protector. Although their behavior was not intimate, they occasionally maintained some contact beyond the teacher and student. They didn't want to attract others' attention and just wanted to maintain The low-key elimination hero naturally hopes that the girl in front of him can change her name.

"Then what if I change my name? Can you stop calling me Miss?" I have been dissatisfied with this title for a long time, not to mention the identity I used when I worked for those big bosses in the early years. Now that I am free from those organizations, I don't want to be restrained anymore.

Whenever someone mentions it, I have to recall that difficult journey.

"sure."

Aizawa Xiaota pointed to a coffee shop nearby. Although the school is closed now, the office workers are still working diligently, so the traffic in this high-end neighborhood is not very large, and there are not many customers in the coffee shop.

"Hmm." I followed behind him, thinking about a title that would satisfy both of them.

At the moment I stepped into the coffee shop, I thought of——

"Or, I'll call you Xiaota! You can also call me Jingyang!"

"what?!"

Except for his old friends, Aizawa Yuta, who has never had any close women, was frightened by this. His half-closed eyes widened suddenly, and he looked back at me in surprise, but he didn't realize that he almost bumped into the woman who came to receive me. waiter.

"Yeah, be careful, Mr. Xiao."

I pulled his wrist, which seemed to be a kind of revenge, and led him towards me, but I turned sideways slightly, secretly hoping that he would have an unsteady footing and fall somersaults.

After all, a professional hero is a professional hero, and a hero is an existence that has experienced many kinds of training.Naturally, there is no such embarrassing thing as an unsteady footing and a somersault.

In just a blink of an eye, I found that the positions between myself and Aizawa Shouta were reversed, and with a turn of my wrist, he was holding my wrist, and I was nestled in his arms.

"It's alright."

He didn't think there was anything wrong with this posture, it just maintained the balance without causing me to fall.

[Hey, why didn't she speak anymore, she was in a daze, did she get scared? 】

He was indeed frightened, but he was frightened by his actions.

But I immediately reflected that he didn't show anything special, so why should I take it seriously.I was a little bored, but I obediently followed him to a more secluded corner.

"Would you like something to drink?" He ordered himself a glass of lemonade, then handed me the menu, and after a cursory glance, he found that there was nothing good to drink in this store.

"Just a strawberry smoothie."

He didn't bother with the title issue anymore, but directly cut into the topic: "Let's talk about your former black workers first."

"It's not a black worker." I retorted, but then forcibly lowered my voice, as if the two of us were plotting something ulterior, "What's more, it's a reasonable thing, I didn't use it." Personality." If it's a personality that can't be closed like mind reading, then it's nothing.

He muttered and complained in a low voice: "You promised me not to pursue it before, big liar."

"The premise of not pursuing it is that you finish the class obediently, but you are not finished when you enter the infirmary." He just sat there and refuted me with countless reasons.

[Even if the infirmary asks for leave reasonably, the morning class is still unfinished. 】

Big liar, Shouta Aizawa.

To put it bluntly, this is just to let me confess and be lenient.

But I have a problem with him, so I sang against him: "But at that time, there was a contract, which clearly stated that I could not disclose Party A's information to others, and professional ethics also needed to be observed. Well."

Aizawa Yuta laughed when he heard the words, but there was no smile in those dark eyes. I stared at him, and when I was about to say something, the strawberry milkshake came.