Today I am a hostage again

"If not..." If you bother...

The rest of the words, after seeing the flame man coming from the opposite side, were all swallowed by Aizawa Sora.

It was a man with raging red flames burning all over his body. When such a heavy rain came into contact with the flames around him, it all turned into steam, and not a single drop of rain fell on him.

Hong Jiaodong naturally also noticed such a flamboyant man, and seeing his thick face, the expression of the handsome young man who was still a bit lively became numb.

"Mr. Andawa is here to pick you up." Sora Aizawa saw the unopened umbrella held by Andawa at a glance.

This umbrella was used by Aizawa Sora before.

This is... the rhythm of Dad coming to pick up his son from school?

Are you really not afraid of being beaten by being so arrogant?

Well, Andwa's strength is only second to All Might, except for All Might, he really doesn't have to worry about being beaten by someone.

"Jiao Dong." Andawa walked in front of Hong Jiao Dong and Aizawa Sora, and called his son's name in a deep voice.Without saying much, he threw the scorched umbrella in his hand, "We should go back, you haven't finished your training today."

Hong Jiaodong caught the umbrella, and when he heard this, his hands clenched tightly, and his brows furrowed indiscernibly.

"Then I won't bother you." Aizawa Sora raised his hand to take the umbrella from Hong Jiaodong's hand, waited for him to open his own umbrella, then took two steps back, waved to Hong Jiaodong, "Goodbye, Xiongying."

"Ah." Hong Jiao Dong responded, repeating silently in his heart: Goodbye, Xiongying.

I don't know what Andewa was thinking. He was so cool and handsome before, and he didn't even save an umbrella, but after receiving his son, he also held up an umbrella for the first time.

That is, the burning beard blurred his expression, otherwise he would definitely be able to see the slightly tangled expression at this time.

Hong Jiaodong acted as if no one was walking with him, and walked home quickly with an umbrella, without saying a single unnecessary word.

Sora Aizawa's figure went all the way around the corner, and then he gave a suspicious "hmm" and said in a low voice, "It really wasn't my illusion before."

The way Andeva looked at him was indeed very - weird.

In fact, Ningshan Junior High School is really good. Although his unlucky physique has been exposed for nearly a year, but not too many people alienate him. After all, everyone is already a third-year junior high school student. , generally speaking, it is still a lot mature.

One of the reasons why Aizawa Sora made up his mind to transfer schools was naturally because his classmates were involved in two accidents. Although they were not in any danger, they still couldn't stay in the same school and make troubles.

The second reason is actually on Andeva's body.

Aizawa Sora, who knew some of the problems between Andewa and Hong Jiaodong father and son, found more and more that Andewa might be a son-in-law who lacked a string in his mind.It's just that his control method seems to be a bit wrong, which caused his 'Frozen' to basically be full of thoughts of trying to trap him in a sack.

It is estimated that Andawa discovered that Hong Jiaodong has become more active recently, and Aizawa Sora, who definitely played an important role in it, was inevitably noticed by Andawa.

And Aizawa Sora will inevitably trigger an incident every day. If he encounters a lot, he will inevitably encounter Andawa whose office is nearby.

Once, twice, three times... N times.

After seeing it many times, Sora Aizawa discovered that this NO. The hero of [-] looks at him more and more wrongly.But Aizawa Sora did not have the ability to read minds like Saiki Kusuo, no matter how confused Ren was, he couldn't understand the reason.

It just so happened that the first semester was coming to an end recently, and Sora Aizawa wanted to just transfer to another school.

There are still two semesters before entering high school, and it is enough to transfer once.

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It is said that the face of a child in June always changes as it is said.

The weather in July is no exception.

In the afternoon, the rain fell suddenly and heavily, but after more than half an hour, the rain outside had already subsided.

By the time Aizawa vacated the station, it was already clear outside.

The air after the rain is very fresh, and there are more pedestrians on the road.

Aizawa Sora didn't get off at the stop near Aizawa's house today, but took an extra stop.Here, there is a dessert shop that has been open for less than a year. It is said that it is opened by the eldest lady of Akane Kubo's family who is studying in Yuanyue and has become the fourth seat of Yuanyue Ten Masters. The dessert tastes amazing.

After knowing the existence of this store, Sora Aizawa would visit it from time to time, buy some for storage, and taste it from time to time.

In particular, he also has a eating friend, Saiki Kusuo, who is also a sweet tooth. Although his favorite is coffee jelly, he also likes other desserts, such as buffy, sundaes, cakes, etc.

And according to Saiki Kusuo, although the world he lives in is also in the process of technological development, there is one thing, the most important point, that is incomparable there.That is... There is no Yuanyue in their world...

Obviously it is the same Japan, the world that Saiki Kusuo lives in is just him as a person with superpowers, why is it not even equipped with a school like Totsuki that trains chefs?

Because of the existence of Yuanyue Academy, this world pays special attention to food, even ordinary dessert shops, the taste is better.

Just for this matter, Saiki Kusuo was considering whether to accept Aizawa Sora's 'proposal', come here to meet relatives, and attend a high school by the way.

This dessert shop opened by the eldest lady of the Akane Kubo family, which makes Aizawa Sora and Saiki Kusuo a little fond of it, is not close to the station. It is neither in a shopping street with a lot of traffic, nor in a station or a school. Around, instead, it stands right in the business district.

From the station, you need to pass two streets to see it.

However, this is not the first time Aizawa Sora has come. From the station to the business district, there is a small road that few people will experience.Because it is between two high-rise buildings, this road has always been a bit dark, and many people would rather take a longer detour than walk here.

Coupled with the fact that a corpse was found here two years ago, it made ordinary people shy away from this place even more.

It is said that talented people are bold, but Sora Aizawa is not afraid.

And this path is just a cover for him, from the entrance to the exit, he can walk in half a second.

As usual, Aizawa Sora turned his footsteps and turned into the small road. The next second, the person disappeared and reappeared. He had already reached the end of the small road.

It's just a little different today. At the end of the path, there is not a single person, but a slovenly man wearing a T-shirt and shorts, with fluffy and messy hair and a strong smell of ink on his body.

There was an easel in front of the man, and on the easel was a blank sheet of paper with nothing on it.

This is the ink brush still dripping in his hand, and the fresh ink dots on the easel show one thing, that is... this person has used it before.

"Hey hey." Just when Aizawa Sora thought 'what a weirdo' and didn't want to talk to him, he suddenly heard this sloppy man let out a strange and gloomy low laugh, then opened his hands, and his eyes looked clear Looking up at the sky, he raised his head and let out a burst of laughter, "Hahahahahaha!"

Aizawa Sora: "..."

It is said that artists are lunatics, so it is true.

Aizawa Sora glanced at the roof of the opposite building, planning to leave by another way without disturbing him.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, a thick color suddenly bloomed on this person's white as snow drawing paper, a bright scarlet like blood.

But obviously this person didn't move at all, the hand holding the writing brush was kept wide open, and the color of the ink with the pen tip lowered was a normal black.

Where did that red come from?

"Yes, yes, yes! That's the color." Seeing the sudden appearance of red on the drawing paper, the man not only didn't exclaim in surprise, but looked like he had finally waited.

Very strange.

This man is so strange.

Aizawa Sora sniffed the tip of his nose, as if he could vaguely smell blood.

The blush on the drawing paper became wider and wider, and then, on the upper right of this red mark, a dazzling red suddenly appeared.

The smell of blood suddenly became stronger.

Aizawa Sora's original idea of ​​leaving was thrown away by him.

Speaking of which, he didn't seem to have encountered today's prisoner.

Just as I was thinking about it, a sharp cry suddenly came from about 200 meters away from the alley: "Ahhh——"

A cry for help could be vaguely heard: "Help, help, there are, there are monsters, they are enemies! Heroes, heroes!"

The enemy has appeared!

Did he think wrong?

In the next second, Aizawa Sora appeared on the roof beside him, and then disappeared again.When it reappeared, it was already at the place where the scream had just been made.

A young man with a mohawk in sleek clothes, a necklace, ring and earrings, and tattoos on his body was lying on the street, as if he had been stabbed in the chest by someone.

The reason why it is said to be similar is because the corners of the young man's mouth are bloodshot, and his cheeks are pale. It is obvious that he has been seriously injured and has lost too much blood.

But there was no blood flowing down his chest, but only a black ink spot.

In front of the man to the right, there is a black mark on a woman's leg, also without blood.

Seeing the black traces, Sora Aizawa first thought of the sloppy man he met on that alley just now.

The bloody smell he smelled at that time may not be his illusion, but real!

"Hero, help, help!"

The woman with the wound on her leg was standing in front of a dark, shadow-like thing, holding a black dagger that could not see any color, and was about to stab the woman's chest .

"Ahhh!!" The woman closed her eyes in despair, but the pain never came.

"Smash!"

A voice shouted, followed by a violent punching wind.

The black shadow shattered with a bang after being swept by the fist wind, and then, the strong smell of ink spread on the ground.

"Hahahaha!"

Familiar voice, familiar laughter.

"It's all right! Why do you want to ask? Because! I'm here!"

"Ol... All Might!"