[My English] One Hundred Ways to Follow Shouta Aizawa

"You... why are you here?" My expression panicked for a moment, and I hurriedly turned my head and pointed at the door of the apartment, "Shouldn't you come out from there?"

But with the quality and ability of a professional hero, Aizawa Shouta will never let go of this little detail.

He wiped the thin sweat from his forehead with the towel around his neck, and stared at me suspiciously, as if he had penetrated everything, but the voice in his heart was chaotic and noisy. Can't grasp the point for a while.

"No matter what makes you judge that I will go out from there, let me ask why you are here first."

"I...Of course I'm here to find you."

His eyes were erratic, his tone was a little strange, and he was lying at first glance.

Aizawa Yuta didn't point out the clothes, he pretended to be skeptical and asked again: "Then why are you dressed like this?"

I looked down at my attire, and thought of a reason in my mind, but my lips moved again, but I didn't say it, so I pretended to be relaxed and replied: "It's rare to exercise early in the morning when you are in a good mood." After a while, he ran all the way over."

"Run here? Just this distance?"

He seemed to be amused by my reason, and he gave a low chuckle, which made my ears tingle, but the laughter sounded like a mockery, with some blush from embarrassment on his face, I turned around But looking at his figure bathed in the rising sun, he couldn't help being startled again.

That's right, I just remembered that the distance between Shirai Shiraiya and his apartment is only 100 meters, so I quibbled again: "You also know that I am physically weak, and running [-] meters is considered exercise."

That smile was like a flash in the pan, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if what I saw before was just an illusion.

He seemed to have accepted the reason, didn't hold on to it any longer, and changed the subject by the way: "Okay, then what are you looking at now, so preoccupied."

I shook my head, put those charming fantasies behind me, and then replied honestly: "Just look at you."

Aizawa Shouta chuckled again, but this time it was short and weak and difficult to catch, and then he slapped my head again: "Don't think about what you have." He taught me so, I clutched the painful place Shrunken Mouth followed behind him, complaining as he walked.

——"What a devil teacher, I really don't know what your students are going to say about you behind your back."

Aizawa Shouta maintained an indifferent attitude about this: "If they really think so, then I have no choice but to be expelled like the previous class."

Gossip behind his back is not what a hero who is an example to the people should do.

What's more, "It's not too late to deal with such things after I hear them with my own ears." The words were light and light, but I shuddered unconsciously.

This person, could it be some kind of devil turned into a body?Or is this some kind of mental substitute attack!Ah, it hurts so much, I can't help my scalp numb just thinking about the consequences.Whether it is practicing until death or writing homework until death, it is not the result I want.

At this moment, I am also a little rejoiced, glad that I am not a student of this devil teacher, and glad that he gave me a size when I was a "one-day student", otherwise I just followed their usual training courses described by Liri Ochako If it is arranged, I am afraid that I will be arranged directly into the coffin.

"Then do they still have to say thank you? Thank you for your mercy, Mr. Aizawa." After answering perfunctorily, I walked around in front of him and handed the bag in my hand, "Then I will bring you the bag now." After breakfast, shouldn't you thank me too, Aizawa-sensei?"

"Thank you so much." He took the bag, took out the key card from his pocket, pushed open the glass door first, and turned slightly enough for me to walk through.

But I stood behind him and stopped. I put my fingers in my pocket and then grabbed a piece of fabric and held it in the palm of my hand.

"I think I have something to confess to you."

I fled.

My personality is psychological manipulation. The so-called psychological manipulation is not just a simple mind reading. Whether it is psychological suggestion, brainwashing, memory erasure, hallucinations, etc., I have all the abilities related to the brain.And I personally have a few small habits. Although the starting point is to protect myself, it relatively isolates others from approaching.

When I first met Aizawa Shouta, I added a psychological hint to him-don't be my enemy.

This is one thing I do every time I come in contact with a person.

Whether it was him or when he first met AFO, it was just that AFO's spirit was too strong, and I could only slightly influence him, and through the accumulation of these years, it was enough to reach a height to deal with ordinary people.

Human psychology is a very wonderful thing, and a psychological hint does not need to be too complicated, it may be a word, or a fragment in memory, buried in the bottom of the heart, and when it is evoked at the right moment, it will have a huge impact. effect.

But this kind of goodwill obtained by psychological suggestion is not what I long for, it is like a false mask, once the maintenance of individuality is removed, this fragile relationship will be vulnerable.

As it is now-

I lifted this psychological hint to Aizawa Shouta.

At first, I just wanted to know what he really thought of me, but I never expected it to end like this.

I regret it, very sorry.

Even a false connection is better than being defensive or even unfamiliar.

The way Aizawa Shouta looked at me became indifferent in an instant. Although the memory of the two of us spending time together these days has not disappeared, a sense of disobedience suddenly rose in his heart.Because those ways of getting along are not what he usually does.

That's not what he would do to a stranger, not even a sex offender.

From the initial encounter to the daily interactions, it seems that there is a layer of water mist, revealing a sense of unreality.Especially - now that I think about it, how much of the words narrated by the girl in front of me is true and how much is false?Why on earth would he take her into Xiongying and even his own home without any scruples?

[Did she do anything to me. 】

The moment I heard that phrase, I used personality again.

memory modification.

The human brain is a very precise instrument, even if there are omissions, it will automatically make up for it, and I am just an expert in this area.

Seeing Aizawa Yuta's unconscious figure on the ground, I ran away without looking back.

He didn't dare to explain, he didn't dare to listen to what he would say, he was just a coward, and the only bravery gave him the moment to step into his world.

But now, it's time for me to leave.