[My English] One Hundred Ways to Follow Shouta Aizawa

The laboratory was dark, and when I took off my gloves, took off my coat and walked out the door, I had time to look at the mobile phone that had been placed for a long time. The small screen was full of calls and emails from Dead Handwood.

This guy needs me urgently?While thinking this way, I pressed the call back button.

"Hey, why didn't you answer the phone until now..."

It was connected almost immediately after calling, and the low and impatient voice of the dead handle wood rang in the ear, accompanied by the sound of scratching and scratching.

"Are you scratching your neck again?" You can tell what he looks like right now, sitting on a high chair at the bar, with a glass of prepared cocktail in front of him, but he doesn't move a word. Staring at the door without saying a word, he didn't know what he was thinking, and felt agitated, so he started to hold his fingers around his neck.

The other party paused, the commotion stopped, and then heard the answer: "No."

"I believe you." She didn't intend to point him out.

"Where did you go?" Shizuoki asked.

"Of course it's the teacher's place." The answer was not unexpected.

The enemy alliance has limited funds. After all, I am a busy person compared to the idle Siganmu, wandering around in various laboratories, but at present, the experiments given by the teacher are the main ones. If you occasionally make one or two pertinent and effective suggestions, you can get some extra bonuses.

Shikaki on the other side of the microphone smacked his lips.

I walked through the corridor to the washroom, turned on the faucet and clamped the phone with my shoulder, while washing my hands, I tilted my neck and looked at myself in the mirror.His eyes were bloodshot, and the dark circles under his eyes showed the sleepiness he hadn't fallen asleep for a long time, but his eyes were still clear. If it wasn't for the success of the experiment at this stage, he would probably be able to persist for a few more days.

"When will you come back?" Shikuraki asked again.

I didn't answer his question, but suddenly thought of another important point: "Ah, by the way, what date is it today?"

The other party was taken aback, followed by a burst of disbelief: "Huh? Are you having a rough day? Today! It's the day we set to attack Xiongying High School!"

Oh, so that's the case, no wonder he made so many phone calls to urge me, it's been three days.

I put the mobile phone on the hands-free and put it on the sink, and suddenly felt that the way I talked and washed my hands with the mobile phone between my hands was stupid, maybe it was because I had done too many experiments and my mind was chaotic.The water valve was turned to the far right, cold water spewed out from the outlet, fell into the palm and was spread on the cheeks, wet the blond hair hanging by the side.

With long messy strands of hair, she leaned over and smelled it again, feeling a little disgusted.

"Hey, Jingyang, are you still there! Jingyang!"

"Yes, yes." I replied perfunctorily, picked up the clean towel that had been prepared by the side, wiped my face, and exhaled the dirty air from my lungs, "What's the matter?"

The sound between the microphones seemed a little distorted, and the whistling sound of the electric current disturbed my hearing: "Hey, Jing Yang, when will you come back?"

"I'll be back later, at least you have to let me have breakfast first, and hang up first." I haven't eaten for three days, and my stomach is going to be hungry.He hung up the phone without intending to hear any further response from Akaragi.

Regardless of how furious Sikukaki is (crossed out), when I step out of the building again, I will always have the feeling of seeing the sun again, but it is a pity that I made a mistake and it is not daytime. Looking at the clock by the roadside, it is already two in the morning. ordered.Fortunately, he just answered my call in seconds, so it shouldn't have disturbed his sleep... right?

It is also because the current time is in the early morning, and the streets are empty. After walking around for several streets, I saw a convenience store that was still open. The lights were on in the distance, which was dazzling and eye-catching in the dark night.

However, when I got to the door, I was a little hesitant. I scratched my hair and took a picture of myself who hadn’t showered for three days in front of the transparent glass outside the store. A few liquid foods and appetizers ran to the cashier.

"A total of 890 yuan." The clerk lowered his head, his bangs were too long to cover his expression, the overactive inner world destroyed my rare quiet time, and he paid the money with the only odds and ends in his body.

"Do you want to heat it up?"

I nodded.

I didn't feel anything at first after not eating for three days, but as soon as the smell came out, my stomach began to protest.In order to avoid food accumulation, no matter how hungry I was, I did not choose to gobble it up, and slowly filled my stomach. Even though there were only a few unsold ones left in the convenience store at this time, I still thought it was the supreme delicacy.

The sky is getting darker and darker, only the lights of this convenience store are pale and dazzling, and the sound of the air conditioner is covered by the voice of the automatic door because someone is approaching.

A few drunks walked in the door.

Calling him a drunk is inappropriate.They were dressed in rags, and they carried a pile of empty wine bottles in plastic bags in their hands. They were strangely shaped and had "alien" personalities.They unceremoniously threw the empty wine bottles on the cash register, intimidating the clerk to replace the empty wine bottles with good wine.

This is obviously impossible, whimsical.

The clerk also replied in the same way: "I'm sorry... I... our store... doesn't allow..." But the thin clerk was so frightened that his legs trembled in fear of such a vicious person, and he couldn't speak well, but his But the heart is clamoring: go to die, you people who rely on your own personality to do anything wrong, go to die.

"Ah——? You agree, right?" The group of drunken men pretending not to hear his answer clearly, walked towards the drinking area by themselves, opened their backpacks and suddenly stretched their arms, facing a row of shelves. He rolled all the wine into his arms and threw it into his backpack.

The clerk was so frightened by this sudden movement that he slumped on the ground. I knew he had no personality and was used to being bullied since he was a child, so he didn't dare to resist at this time.

Cowardly, the inner madness is so incompetent on the outside.

Ah, what a pity, it's a pity that I don't intend to help him at all. By the way, in order to reduce trouble, I implanted the idea of ​​"ignoring my existence" in the minds of those drunk people when they entered the convenience store.That is, they will only embarrass the only person they think currently exists in the store: the clerk San.

After all, when eating, you have to watch a show to get your appetite.

That's really bad, Miss Riko.

That's how I rate myself.