hat and bandage

Early the next morning.

After a night without dreams, he opened his eyes smoothly, yawned in a daze, and Nakahara Zhongya got up from the bed. After washing up quickly, he solved the breakfast problem by himself, and opened the door of the teacher's apartment on time.

Even though the enemy invaded just yesterday, there are still many people who should go to school and go to work this morning.

"Good morning, Teacher Zhongyuan."

As soon as he opened the door, he happened to bump into Aizawa Shouta who was also going out. Nakahara Nakaya looked at him and said hello: "Morning, Aizawa, shall we go over together?"

"what."

Aizawa nodded listlessly, this slovenly-looking black-haired hero is usually sleepy.

The dead fish eyes are more or less red, which is said to be related to his own dry eye syndrome, which also makes him look even more decadent.

Yesterday's USJ case is still making a big splash in the society. After all, the reputation of Xiongying High School is too great. Once something goes wrong, it will of course have a great impact.

But this has nothing to do with Zhongyuanzhong.

The matter of his temporary teaching is only known to Xiongying's internal teachers and the government. It will not be leaked to reporters. Regardless of his name or appearance, he clearly refuses to appear in the public media. But the explanation to the outside world can only be resisted by the homeroom teacher Shouta Aizawa and Space Hero No. 13.

"I always feel like you put on a big hat for me."

Aizawa Xiao murmured in distaste: "Yesterday, there was news that I killed all the enemies with one enemy and one hundred without a single hair loss. Tsk, this is nonsense. In addition, I am a professional hero of the stealth department. It is really troublesome to be interviewed on TV. gone."

"...That's right, you took out most of the enemies." Chuya recalled the group of gangsters that Aizawa tied up with arrest belts yesterday: "I just subdued a troublesome guy."

"..." Aizawa Shouta glanced at him expressionlessly.

But that "troublesome guy" you speak of is a monster capable of killing them all.

Dead Fisheye expresses this information straightforwardly.

"Sorry sorry."

After receiving the condemnation from the other party, Chuya, who somehow understood how crazy the outside media was, raised his head slightly, and looked apologetically at the black-haired man's decadent face.

Zhongyuan Zhong also smiled heartily, showing his pointed canine teeth:

"After all, I can't appear in the public eye, so I'll trouble you this time, Aizawa."

Of course, Zhongya will not reveal his identity as a mafia in the past. Although his resume has been washed by the supernatural business department, his appearance has not changed. Much slower than ordinary people.

Being reported by the media, maybe he will be seen by the underworld organization that he taught as a cadre in the past, no... It should be said that it is even worse to be noticed by the port mafia.

Although he and Dazai live like ordinary people, they will deliberately avoid any behavior that attracts public attention.

It's just this reason, but I can't tell others.

"I'm just a temporary teacher after all, and I'm going back to Yokohama after one semester."

Zhong Yuanzhong, who explained calmly, also shrugged his shoulders to express his helplessness:

"There are no professional heroes in Yokohama. If I am exposed as a member of the Armed Detective Agency, it will bring trouble to my organization."

This is true.

Aizawa Xiaota knew very well that Chuya Nakahara was hired only because the outside government wanted to win over the armed detective agencies of the three major organizations in Yokohama.

The orange-haired young man is just an observer to be precise. The government and the Heroes' Association are trying to pass on the culture of the outside world's heroic society to the forces behind him through him.

But such an obvious wooing behavior is obviously not something the other two major powers in Yokohama would like to see.

Aizawa Xiaota, who knew these political twists and turns, didn't care too much. Anyway, no matter how much he emphasizes that he is a stealth hero, as long as he is a professional hero, it is impossible not to be reported at all.

In short, as neighbors, the two chatted and went to work together, and after a morning meeting as usual, they returned to their respective jobs.

Zhongye's fighting class is three times a week, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, and today coincides with Wednesday.

Class B starts first in the morning, and Class A in the afternoon.

As Chuya, who beat the students one-sidedly with ease, he thought he would be respected by the students, but as soon as he stepped into the training ground, he saw a group of kids excitedly approaching him. Surrounded him in the center without any grievances, saying one sentence after another without stopping.

To sum up the main idea, it is probably to ask Chuya Nakahara to teach them powerful moves so that they can defeat all the guys in class A at the sports festival.

Sports Festival.

Once a year, Hero is the largest and most popular event.

Unlike sports festivals in elementary and middle schools, the Hero Sports Festival can use individuality. Students from various disciplines try their best to show themselves in the sports field, although the final battle is basically the students of the hero department. After all, there is the advantage of personality and strength. Students of other general subjects such as business affairs are obviously inferior to heroes in this respect.

So of course, the sports festival has become the primary way for the students of the Heroes and Heroes Science to show in front of the public before their debut.

Major hero firms will also screen good seedlings through the sports festival, and hero science students who perform well at the sports festival will receive invitations from major firms even before they graduate.

In short, this is a very large-scale performance conference that is basically exclusive to the strong.

As I said before, the students of the hero department basically dominate the world in the sports festival, and their personality advantages make them almost firmly stand in front of the students of other departments.

There may be some students from other sciences who squeezed into the finals through wisdom and means, but the ones who can really win are only the heroes.

Perhaps because of this kind of confidence, the youngsters in class b didn't pay attention to other subjects at all, but started discussing the battle plan against class a with great interest.

"Please! Teacher Zhongyuan!"

"Teach us invincible physical skills!"

"Just like your super handsome roundhouse kick last time, teacher——"

"There is also the technique of twisting the joints easily!"

Nakahara Chuya: ...

Zhongyuan Zhong also lowered his hat and sighed: "Line up for me, there is a lot of training content today, don't waste time!"

The little ghost heads of class b immediately stood up, their eyes were shining brightly, and they stared at Zhongya Zhongya expectantly.

How badly he was beaten last time, how much he looked forward to this time.

however--

"Why physical training——!"

Running laps, stretching ligaments, in short, according to the last situation, Zhong Yuan, who trained the whole class in groups, stood cross-legged and stood on a high place. Hearing the wailing of the students, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "This is not a matter of course. Is it?"

"What gymnastics do you practice if you are not physically fit?"

Zhong Ye shook his head and clicked his tongue, as if he couldn't bear to look directly at the level of these little devils: "Some of you haven't even pulled your ligaments, practicing gymnastics? Do you want to practice breaking your legs?"

Taijutsu is not something that can be trained in a day at all, and everyone's fighting style is different.

After the physical training is over, Zhong Yuanzhong is also more inclined to arrange actual combat, and let the students remember the so-called combat in person.

Reflexes, strength, judgment, these are things that can only be trained in actual combat.

Zhongyuan Zhong, who grew up from actual combat, also deeply agrees.

But because he only teaches for one semester at most, the time is too short, so although physical training is important, some practical techniques for melee combat will still be taught to them in advance.

For example, joint skills, this is quite practical for heroes.

But not yet.

The students in Class B who had been exhausted by the perverted physical training were beaten up one-sidedly by the teacher before the get out of class ended. It was different from the last time there were 20 people in one dozen, this time it was one-on-one, one-sided guidance.

Nakaya, who has amazing observation skills, didn't forget to point out the other party's problems while fighting, and even put himself in a different position, giving the other party clear suggestions for counterattack.

But despite this, the students in class b were still dismayed.

"Did you beat the student down again this time?"

After class, Nakaya, who was only wearing a suit jacket, took off his hat and returned to the office. As soon as he entered the door, Mr. Mike waved his hand and greeted him with a smile.

"Things like physical skills can only be improved by actual combat... I followed the training table."

While talking, Chuya put his hat on the desk, and suddenly noticed the card beside him: "Huh? What is this?"

He took a look at it, and said blankly, "Invitation letter?"

"Oh, that's for you at midnight."

Mike explained: "Midnight said that she would make up a welcome ceremony for you. She also invited other teachers to open a room at KTV this weekend and drink and sing together to celebrate."

"I asked other teachers, and even that troublesome Aizawa Yuta agreed, so you will come, right? As the protagonist, it's okay not to be there!"

"That's nothing." Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his blue eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved into a bright smile: "If you drink, I can accompany you to the end no matter how late."

"Oh, Superman's speech, I'll just wait for your words."

Mike gave a thumbs up and showed a mouthful of white teeth: "By the way, I can drink very well. Then we can fight to see who drinks more."

Zhong Yuanzhong, who had no capacity for alcohol at all, readily agreed.

I originally planned to go back to Yokohama this weekend, so I'm afraid it will be postponed.

But it's not a big problem, it's just a week or two of delay.

Zhong Yuanzhong also quietly glanced at the phone.

There was still no movement up there. Since last night, the mackerel has been unbelievably quiet.

No phone calls or text messages, not yet.

Nakahara Chuya: ...

He is definitely being a monster.

Nakahara Nakata, who was sitting at his desk, stared at the screen of his phone for a while, then put it back with a cold face.

When I get off work, I'll ask the detective agency what happened to Dazai.

……

However, the facts did not give him this opportunity.

In the afternoon close combat class, I arrived at the training ground alone, but I didn't see the students of Class A who should have changed into sportswear in advance and gathered in the middle of the Central Plains, who had been waiting for a long time, frowning blankly.

After a while, he turned his head and walked towards the classroom of Class A, wanting to see what those dawdling little devils were doing.

result--

"That short, violent Chuya, with a brain only as big as a slug, can be a teacher. I'm really surprised... Ugh, it seems that you guys respect little dwarfs, don't you?"

"No, no, no, if the flowers of the heroic society are nurtured by that stupid little slug, sooner or later they will turn into fools with strong limbs and a simple mind."

...? ? ?

………………? ? ?

I must have heard wrong.

This voice, absolutely cannot be——

The stiff Zhong Yuanzhong also widened his blue eyes, he was silent for a while, and opened the door of Class A abruptly.

Sitting upside down on the podium with his legs crossed, wearing a sand-colored windbreaker, and holding a textbook that someone smashed over in his hand, the smiling, harmless black-haired man blinked his eyes. Under the hostile eyes of all the students in Class A, He turned his head and met Zhong Yuan at the door.

"..."