[My English] One Hundred Ways to Follow Shouta Aizawa

When it was still daylight, the alarm clock rang.

A plain white hand protruded from the thick quilt, grabbed the noisy clock with a slap, and threw it towards the wall without hesitation. Unfortunately, the strength was too weak, and it fell to the ground in a parabola before reaching the destination. , Some attempts to turn off the alarm clock through physical operations were in vain.

I rubbed my sleep-disturbed hair and reluctantly moved away from the source of comfort.

The weather in early autumn is a bit cold, especially in the underground, but it is never enough to turn on the air conditioner.

I stepped on the cold floor with bare feet, shrunk my red toes, and looked down.

Sometime, go buy some rugs and lay them down.

Li Cao Jingyang’s day started with a cup of strawberry milkshake. Unfortunately, it is not the season to produce strawberries. I simply bought a batch of apples yesterday and made an apple milkshake.

Peel and slice apples and put them in a blender with milk, add a little honey or condensed milk, and you're done.

When I turned around with a warm milkshake in my hand, I saw the dead wooden hanger leaning on the kitchen door frame and yawning, and I was almost not surprised by him.

"Hang, aren't you going to sleep?" I looked up at the clock, the hour hand was slowly approaching the six o'clock mark, which shouldn't be the time for Hang to get up.

"woke up."

I can't refute this reason, but I just silently guessed in my heart that I was awakened by the sound of the alarm clock I just smashed. No, no, no, how can this be the reason why the sound insulation here is so good.

Only a thin coat was draped over the thin shoulders of the dead handle wooden hanger. He stepped on his slippers and walked to the coffee machine and pressed the button. After a while, the strong smell of coffee filled the entire small kitchen.

I wrinkled my nose, waved the air in front of me with my hand, and held the milkshake in front of me to get rid of the entanglement of coffee.

I don't like bitter things at all, let alone try some coffee.

Sigang Muhang took a sip of coffee before raising his head.

His complexion was pale, and the dark circles under his eyes were very obvious. Occasionally, blood vessels could be seen beating under the skin, and his eyeballs were bloodshot. It seemed that he hadn't had a good rest all night, but there was a faint flash of light in those scarlet eyes.

"Look at you, do you think I'll believe you?"

I put down the glass, went to the counter and took out a saucepan.

"Japanese and Western?" I asked.

"It's up to you." Sigang Muhang said and walked to my side but stopped when he was about to get close. He put the coffee cup aside, slightly dissatisfied, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

I just found out, no wonder I always feel chilly.

"forgotten."

The perfunctory answer did not annoy Sigang Mu Diao, unlike his coldness when he faced the black mist or the hidden moon, he put away all the thorns at this moment and exposed his soft side, sighing helplessly. He took a deep breath, then put his arms around my waist and lifted me up and put me on the dining table behind him.

"Stay here."

After that, he turned and walked away without looking back.

Maybe he helped me get my slippers?

The dead handle wooden hanging not only brought back a pair of slippers, but also brought a pair of socks, and carefully helped me put them on. It was not like the usual him. If this scene fell into the eyes of the black mist, his eyes would be shocked. They will all fall.

I jumped down from the dining table, and was about to continue making breakfast, when I saw the dead handle wooden hanger tie the apron on myself.

"Hang, what are you doing?"

He glanced coldly and said nothing, but the tips of his ears were red.

"Hang, are you sure you can do it?" I was seriously skeptical about this. Who told him to always order takeaway, at most he would go to the supermarket to buy some light food, and at most make himself a cup of coffee.

Sigang Muhang seemed to have choked on my question, and then he tore off his apron and threw it on me like a rage: "No more!"

Ah, sure enough, such a dead handle wooden hanging is a normal dead handle wooden hanging.

I safely picked up the apron that was thrown on the ground, tied a bow tie on myself and started frying eggs in a pan, but the ingredients were limited, and I could only make some light meals.

The convenient clothes are ready, the laces of the sneakers are ready, the masks are ready, and the mobile phone is fully charged.

"Are you going out?"

I nodded and didn't tell him where I was going, but this stalking appearance still aroused suspicion in his heart.In the end, Sigang Muhang didn't ask any other questions, and just watched me leave the bar.

Although the tram was already in operation at this time, it was not time for work, and the compartment was empty. I took out my mobile phone and put on my earphones.

The train is moving fast, and occasionally there is a clicking sound when it collides with the track, and the melodious sound of the piano enters the ears to cover the heartfelt voices from all corners of the city.

I always like early morning and late night, because only this time is the most quiet time.It's just that now there is another space that can make people feel quiet.

I looked at the slowly rising sun outside the car window, and felt melancholy about the endless future. The task assigned by AFO is not difficult to complete. Taking advantage of Stein's surprise attack on Hosu City, I can complete it in one go, but the only troublesome thing is the dead end. wooden hanging.

He is getting closer and closer to the AFO ideal.

I sighed inaudibly, and stepped out of the car following the tram's announcement of the platform.

The station was still some distance away from the apartment, so I turned around and went to the convenience store where Yue Yintou stayed.

A homicide occurred in a convenience store. I don’t know if it’s because the people nearby are out-of-control or fully believe in the hero’s deeds, or because the location of the store is in a good location.

"Here, heat it up." I took a bag of milk from the counter and handed it to the clerk on duty, and asked about what happened after I left that day, "I don't remember what happened in this store—"

"Hush." ​​The clerk seemed to think that I was a resident nearby, and put a finger in front of his lips to signal me to be cautious, "It's not a good thing to say, you know why the superiors suppressed it, anyway The police did not give a result in the end, and it is impossible for us ordinary people to know about those going around, but recently it is said that a hidden hero has come, so it should be guaranteed.”

Ah, it's really a big heart, as long as there are heroes, it doesn't matter if there are murderers around here, the heroes will solve everything for them.

I smiled and did not contradict the clerk's words.

About half an hour later, I stood by the seat near the flower bed near the bottom of Aizawa Shouta’s apartment building, took out a pair of binoculars from the small backpack on my back, and began to watch whether there was a familiar figure in front of the glass door.

It's just that before I started my own plan, I was grabbed by the back of fate's neck.

"What are you sneaking around here for?"

I looked back, oh well, I was discovered.