About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

037 Bear Children and Bear Parents

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When I was in junior high school, I took a class called "Ability, Personality and Us".

The whole book is not so much a discussion, but a science popularization. "Now that the early ignorance and darkness have passed, and the personalities and abilities are shining, how should the country coordinate and plan this root that suddenly emerged from the human evolution tree?" The relevant knowledge of "new branch".

If a person with supernatural powers or a group association with individuality wants to obtain permission for legal assembly activities, they must go through layers of audits and obtain the [Permit for Supernatural and Personality] issued by the special department of supernatural powers before they can be considered decentralization.

Another way is to sign up for the "hero assessment" in the name of an individual, obtain a [hero license], and form a hero office with someone who also holds a license when you become an adult.

The difference between the two lies in the timing of the formation of the groups.Essentially they are all part of social security.

However, why Hong Kong and Hei have obtained the license of abilities and personality has always been an unsolved mystery in my heart.

But it is a pity that it is impossible to ask, and it is impossible to ask in this life.Because after asking, I might join the Hong Kong gangsters on the spot.

Chuya was in a good mood after the harsh words, and he took me away, humming all the way from Tokyo to Yokohama.

Even took me to a Chinese restaurant and ordered mapo tofu and twice-cooked pork.

In the early years, after seeing the expert advice that "children's diet is best to be light" in the parenting scriptures, he took it very seriously and wished that I would be a vegetarian eight days a week.

Of course I expressed my firm opposition to this—I couldn’t beat Chuya in a fight, but none of the fights ended in his victory—I protested fiercely to him, and swore to the death to defend my belief in eating salty food and eating meat. that power.

Fortunately, on the basis of "you can never make a choice against my personal wishes instead of me", after the quarrel that lasted less than 10 minutes ended, I became the final winner.

Eating alone is always lonely, at least for me.

Mapo tofu and pot-packed meat are special celebrations of the Zhongyuan family.

The Chinese restaurant at meal time was bustling with activity, and the overwhelmed waiter turned around and left in a hurry after uttering a bad Chinese sentence.

I stared at the mapo tofu in front of me. The green onion and gray-brown peppercorns were piled on the top, and the circle around the edge of the casserole was still bubbling.I tactfully toss the entire bowl of tofu to ensure that every piece of tofu is coated in the sauce.

I think of a fight with another girl in my class when I was in the first grade of middle school.She had a crush on Yukimura Seiichi who was my deskmate at the time, but she burned her jealousy on me.

That day was definitely the Battle of the Conferred Gods where I made my name in the middle of Lihai Great Country.

Even Yukimura, the graduating class of the third grade, mentioned to me his shocking feeling as a bystander at that time, "Nakahara looks small, but he didn't expect to have such great strength. Could it be a strengthened personality?"

He also said that the most frightening thing was my madness at that time, and even the instructor who came after hearing the news and screamed "Punishment! Expulsion!" in my ear didn't help.

In fact, what Yukimura thought was right, after all, in the eyes of the world, geniuses and lunatics always go side by side.

But the reason why I have never felt ashamed and cowardly about my impulses and brutality has nothing to do with me.

And that reason is sitting across from me right now, frowning at my bowl of spicy mapo tofu.

I know that Zhongye must regret bringing me to eat Sichuan cuisine.

It was only six o'clock in the afternoon after I was full of wine and food. Nakaya didn't take me directly to the Supernatural Secret Service Section, but chose to go home.

I suspected he was procrastinating, but took the opportunity to look through the refrigerator.

When I used to go to Mr. Sakaguchi, I would always pick up something from home.

For example, the backlog of chocolates that I haven’t eaten for half a year in the refrigerator, the same strange flavor beans of Harry Potter (earth flavor, rotten egg flavor, soap flavor, etc.), and some people bought from souvenir shops Souvenirs such as lollipops with two circles bigger than his face (only sweet, so greasy) brought a glimmer of light to his life shrouded in Mianmian Break (a functional drink).

I am well aware that my previous middle school and second period caused a lot of trouble for many people. This kind of acting is very timely and necessary, but it never made Mr. Sakaguchi let go of his vigilance towards me.

Thinking about it carefully, the smiling face of Mr. Sakaguchi stayed in my memory for several years ago.

Every time I see him, he always looks sad.

——Today especially.

I have been to the Yokohama Branch of the Supernatural Special Affairs Division many times, but never once did I break in directly like today.

The "underground fortress" composed of concrete, graphite, granite, and titanium alloy plates is as fragile as paper in the face of gravity.

After the dust cleared, the underground structure of the Yokohama branch was revealed to me for the first time.

Huge supercomputers and several tens of inches of screens are placed at the edge of the room.After that, there are rows of tables and chairs, also filled with computers, as well as empty cans and materials broken by Mianmian.On the other side facing the supercomputer, there is a small high platform, presumably it is a convenient place for the commander to issue orders.

Our intrusion caused the alarm bells to ring in the Yokohama branch, and almost all the operators present pointed their guns at us.

I swear I persuaded Chuya not to appear on stage in such a flashy way—the red light of the alarm keeps flashing, isn't it just flashing.

He didn't listen to my advice in desperation. He didn't tell me why he hated Mr. Sakaguchi so much, but making the other person feel bad is also a means of revenge.

Unlike the nervousness and panic of the operators, Mr. Sakaguchi, who was about to wrinkle his face into a bitter gourd, calmly directed them to put down the guns in their hands.

Otherwise, it will be difficult to guarantee that the rebounding bullet will accidentally injure someone.

The disc glasses made Mr. Sakaguchi look rigid like an old pedant, "Chuya Nakahara, do you know that what you are doing now is enough to constitute the crime of infringing on state officials?"

"I'm legally blind, so I don't know."

Zhong is also very frank.

In all fairness, Chuuya is a rule-abiding person most of the time, once others point out his mistakes, he will feel wronged and distracted (I think this is why he is always being played around by Mr. Dazai, but I don't know Dare to say and don't want to admit).

But today's Zhong also obviously had all the reasons - at least he thought so, that's why he appeared so righteous when facing Mr. Sakaguchi.

Mr. Sakaguchi's psychological quality is really admirable, at least I can't be forced to go to the door of the house by others and still have sex with the other party.

"Speaking of which, didn't you want to ask her questions? You even sent someone to the school. I brought her here now, how about starting early and finishing early? I will send her to school tomorrow." He took out an office chair, picked up the untouched paper documents on the side table, and threw them on the dusty chair, which should be used as a cushion, "Obviously enough has been left for your subordinates." It’s time for you to report the news and prepare, isn’t this tragic situation really ugly? Ango Sakaguchi.”

He didn't even shout about the professor's glasses.

In terms of putting on airs, Chuya is still more experienced than me.Although his behavior did not make Mr. Sakaguchi show any more expressions, he succeeded in making the civil servants around him black-faced.

However, this is the end of the matter, if you don't ask me clearly about the ins and outs of Shibata's incident, it will be a blood loss.Domain name, please remember

"Miss Zhongyuan, please come with me." To be able to maintain politeness at this time is probably more than a simple matter of excellent professionalism.

I took a fancy to also.He didn't speak, just pushed me slightly behind my back.

The road ahead suddenly became straight, spacious and bright.

Mr. Sakaguchi was more than ten meters away from me. I jumped to his side. Before he could speak, I heard Chuuya’s voice from behind, “If I don’t let my child go back to sleep in half an hour, I will tear it down. , do you have any comments?"

Deaf people can hear this is a threat.Mr. Sakaguchi said yes.

He took me into a room that looked like a conference room, and sat upright with my hands clasped on the table in front of me.

There are no recorders, no voice recorders, and no cameras.

I can be sure that this is indeed a less serious questioning - its nature is probably similar to that of the homeroom teacher asking me to drink tea regularly.

"Mr. Tsujimura has already reported the details to me. You are indeed only self-defense, and it does not constitute excessive defense."

I said oh.

"After rescue, Mr. Shibata was temporarily out of danger. The jackknife pierced the spleen, which was severely damaged. The chief surgeon chose to remove it."

I said oh.

Fortunately, it was not a pancreas-thoracic diaphragm or something. I would be so wronged if I directly took a life on my back.

Although the removal of the spleen cannot be said to have no effect on the human body like the cecum or tonsils, it will not affect the daily life in the future.

Fumji Shibata should be thankful for his good luck. After all, after opening the supergravity space, I basically don't use my eyes to see the crisis that appears around me.

Then Mr. Sakaguchi told me some questions about sentencing and punishment.I gradually realized that this conversation was not so much a question, but perhaps more like a heart-to-heart talk of a soothing nature.After the whole conversation, I basically only read one point in what Mr. Sakaguchi said - "the law will give a fair explanation".

This not only stabilized my situation, but also affected Zhongye's emotions through me, which really killed two birds with one stone.

But the familiar insensitivity returned.It was as if all the clues were placed in front of me, but in the process of solving the puzzle, there was always a lack of the most critical bearing that affects everything.

A few words and fragments kept flashing through my mind.

Bullying, bankruptcy, sudden emotional ups and downs, everyone yelling at the basketball team that didn't make any achievements.

Heroes, rooftops, smashed doors and fences.

When I thought about why Shibata Fumji, I was a little confused.

It is impossible for a person with a bad brain to stay in Hyotei's kindergarten until the second grade of high school.

At the very least, he should know how to read words and deeds, he should know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and he should have the determination to persist in a society that everyone thought should be abolished until graduation.

Not to mention "sports boys are all passionate idiots".

I just feel very simply that a person who can guard the club where everyone shouts and beats, bears a lot of turmoil for a whole year, and has been educated to maximize the benefits since he was a child, should not be so desperate and depraved after experiencing family changes. look.

Popularity is opportunity, knowledge is the key.

The things accumulated in Bingdi can be transformed into resources beyond the reach of ordinary people in the future.

The natural gap determines that they can see a wider world than ordinary people, cultivate a more advanced consciousness, and enjoy more abundant resources.This is also the reason why people always say "the son of a businessman will still be a businessman, and the son of a politician will still be a politician" in today's class-solidified world.

Although what has been lost is irretrievable, the future is still in his own hands.

I can do such a stupid thing to destroy my remaining possibilities, I really can't figure out what Shibata-san is doing for ten thousand times.

Even the debt crushed the Shibata family.

It's not his turn to give up on himself - when it really is his turn, it's even less likely that he will show up in school alive and kicking.

Ah...the brain hurts.I scratched my nails and shook my head irritably.

Decided not to.

People's hearts are too hard to guess, otherwise I wouldn't obediently come to have a face-to-face one-on-one conversation with Mr. Sakaguchi.

I took out a student ID card from my pocket, and opened the plastic cover to see the basic information of Fumji Shibata.

This is one of the items that every student is required to carry with them, otherwise the police would have no way of catching those delinquent teenagers who skipped classes from the street for education and notification.

It is also the most clear testimony of what Fumji Shibata has done for so long.

And peeking at the memory that will be attached to the object happens to be Mr. Sakaguchi's supernatural ability.