[Comprehensive] After Bai Huahua was expelled by Xiongying

After the confrontation, it was time for comments, and Hong Jiaodong was sent to the infirmary by a special person.Bailan, Baohao and Lugu stood there waiting for All Might's comment.

Moving his eyes back and forth on the three of them, All Might found himself in trouble.

Because this is a completely unbalanced game.

"The one who needs to be praised this time is Green Valley." All Might finally made a judgment.

"Huh? But isn't the winning group Bai Lan's group?" Someone asked in a low voice.

All Might asked, "Anyone know why?"

At this time, 800 million raised their hands, and after getting permission, the girl said: "In this competition, Bao Hao and Bai Lan have no communication at all. They are more like opponents than teammates. And Green Valley When the classmate teamed up with classmate Hong, he set up strategies according to various possible emergencies. But classmate Hong seemed to lose his mind when he saw Bai Lan, and rushed up directly. And he used the possible damage The floor leads to the super-lethal ability of the bomb, so among the four, Lu Gu should be praised."

Olmert nodded and praised: "That's right. However, there is still one point that I haven't mentioned."

"Huh?" 800 million raised his head with doubts in his eyes.

But Olmer's point was over, and he didn't want to continue talking.

Sometimes, when a person is too powerful, strategy is dispensable for him.

He will praise these few people again, and begin to instruct the next group to fight.

Bai Lan was leaning against the wall, and in a corner not far away, Bao Hao stood there with his head lowered, his face covered by his hair.

As if she had found a new joy, Bai Lan walked over and was about to speak when she heard the other party say, "Go away."

"Is it hard to lose at the hands of the person you least want to lose?" Bai Lan didn't care about the other party's bad attitude at all. Instead, he leaned against the wall, as if he wanted to have a good chat with Bao Hao.

"...Are you interested in going out to chat? Scum." Bakugo looked up, trying to restrain his anger.

Bai Lan raised the corners of her lips, and said with a smile under Bakugo's glare, "No, fist confrontation without any thought is really boring."

"You bastard!"

Bao Hao's brows were furrowed, and when the other hand was ready to hit him, Bai Lan took a few steps forward, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Bang Hao, the wolf is not so Easy to do."

After finishing speaking, Bai Lan raised her hand and patted Bao Hao's shoulder, and quietly left the monitoring room.

Bakugo stood there, recalling Bai Lan's words, his palms slowly tightened.

"I remember you haven't finished class yet, Bai Lan." The healing girl joked as she looked at Bai Lan who was obviously skipping class.

"But I can't wait to meet your elegant lady." Bai Lan stepped forward with a very natural smile on his face.

"You child, your mouth is still so sweet after a year." The healing girl waved her hand, "I'm here to see classmate Hong. He's in the innermost bed. There's nothing serious about him, he's just too tired."

Bai Lan thanked the healing girl and walked inside.

The hanging curtain will isolate Hong from the other side, Bai Lan opened the curtain, and saw the boy lying on the hospital bed and sleeping peacefully.The fine and soft hair hangs down on the cheeks, and the expressionless face when he fell asleep made Hong Jiaodong's temperament a little softer.

"That look at the end is really amazing." Bai Lan sighed, "If you become boring, I'll just throw you away like this, and I'll be a little bit reluctant."

Bai Lan raised her hand, tapped gently between Hong's eyebrows with her slender fingers, "Let me see something more interesting..."

After Bai Lan left, Hong Jiao Dong, who had closed his eyes just now, suddenly opened them. His eyes darkened, and he raised his right hand, which was where he could use the flame of death energy.

Want to get a little more fun?

The whole day today was All Might's class, and Bai Lan was not in the mood to go back and watch other people's competitions.Find a spot on campus, pull out the bag of marshmallows, and enjoy a leisurely afternoon.

"Did you skip All Might's class?" A figure blocked Bai Lan's sunlight.

Raising her head and looking at Aizawa Shouta standing in front of her, Bai Lan smiled, "Ah, it's Mr. Aizawa. But unfortunately, it's not skipping class, but a break after finishing the competition. "

There was no fierce quarrel, and Aizawa, who buried himself in the scarf, yawned and took out some eye drops, "I thought you would be more mischievous after re-enrolling."

"What about now?" Bai Lan raised her eyebrows.

"It's better to say that you are too obedient, making me think you are planning something behind your back." Aizawa glanced at Bai Lan who was slumped on the chair and had no image.

"Be nice? I could hear this from you one day, Aizawa." Bai Lan handed over the cotton candy bag, "Would you like to try one?"

"...No." Aizawa said, "But call me Sensei properly, you brat."

Bai Lan smiled and said, "It's easy to say, after all, I have been calling you by your name for a long time."

Aizawa didn't speak, he seemed to want to say something, but held back his mouth.Standing up, Aizawa wrapped his scarf around himself, ready to leave.

"Bai Lan, can I watch you graduate from school?" Aizawa asked before leaving.

Bai Lan thought for a while, "I can't guarantee it."

With a long sigh, Aizawa rubbed his temples, "Forget it, as long as you stay quiet and don't make trouble for me, I will be very grateful."

After Aizawa left, Bai Lan received a message from Ryunosuke Akutagawa, telling him the meeting point for the evening, Bai Lan continued to sit there, eating cotton candy.

Fuyuki.

"I didn't expect that I could still see you, Mr. Irie." The man in the priest's uniform stood in the church, he looked up at his god, and said softly.

Sitting on the prayer seat, Irie pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "Otherwise, do you have some disease in your eyes so you can't see me?"

The man was not impatient either, he turned around and took a few steps forward, "I haven't seen you in a few years, you have changed a lot."

Irie sighed, "Hey, if you raise a naughty and foolish child from childhood, you will also have wrinkled face and gray hair."

Compared to Irie Masaichi's aggressiveness, Kotomine Kirei's attitude was a bit more natural.The two could be regarded as old acquaintances, and even said that without the help of Kotomine Kirei back then, Irie Masaichi's current physical condition might have been even more unbearable.

When Masaichi Irie managed to escape to this world, he happened to run into Kirei Kotomine who was on a business trip in Yokohama.The man in the priest's uniform did not show any disgust on his face, and simply bandaged Irie who was covered in blood.Kotomine Kirei intended to send Irie to the hospital, but Irie refused.

Since then, the two have never seen each other again.

Qiyu leaned aside, "Irie, your complaints today exceeded the standard."

"I'm sorry, please forgive me, a poor middle-aged man who can only live by complaining." Irie rubbed his hair, and then his expression became serious, "Mr. Yanfeng, we are all people with our own affairs, so let's make a long story short. .”

Kotomine Kirei raised his eyebrows: "I'm all ears."

"The recent underground world is not peaceful, and everything points to Fuyuki City." Irie was straight to the point, "As the church that connects the major families of Fuyuki, I don't think you don't understand what happened behind the scenes."

Kotomine Kirei stared at Irie Masaichi for a long time, "You already have your own thoughts in your heart, don't you?"

Irie changed his face, "I'm not interested in playing these word games with you, Yanfeng-kun."

"Like the man next to me rushing to buy minced beef, I have something that I want to know urgently, so let's discuss it and tell us directly, how about?"

Kotomine Kirei was unmoved, "If that's the case, I don't have anything you want to know."

"Oh? Really?" Irie looked at Kotomine Kirei, who had just adjusted his standing posture, which was a posture that could rush forward to fight at any time, "Saitama, please."

"Irie, you completely use me as a thug." Saitama glanced at Irie, but still stood there resigned to his fate and sighed, "I am always being played by you in the palm of my hand. It's hard"

"Stop talking nonsense, Qitama." Irie Masaichi said.

"Okay." Saitama moved, and then—

Kotomine Kirei saw that unattractive-looking man suddenly rushing towards him at the speed of light, stretched out his fist, and then stopped in front of him.

The wind of the fist brushed against the hair, and at that moment, Kotomine Kirei felt the pressure on the opponent, no less than that of the blond king.

Averting his eyes from the bald body in front of him, Kotomine Kirei looked at Irie Masaichi.The red-haired man smiled at him and said, "Now, can you tell me?"

From the corner of the eye, he glanced behind him, and half of the church turned into ashes...

What kind of power is this?However, Kotomine Kirei was happy again, because he felt the connection between the two when Saitama exerted his strength.

It turned out to be him...

"Okay, I'll tell you everything." Then, Kotomine Kirei's face changed, and at the same time he said silently in his heart, summoning another servant of his.

Sitting in the dilapidated church that looked like a refugee camp, Kotomine Kirei patted the dust on his shoulders and began to say, "A long time ago..."

Saitama slapped Kotomine Kirei on the shoulder, "Shorten the story into twenty characters for me, or I'll let you fly!"

Kotomine Kirei, who has no human rights at all, said: "The cup that will hold the Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City was stolen, and the church will give a huge reward to anyone who can retrieve the Holy Grail after releasing the news."

"Then, there were rumors that the one who stole the Holy Grail was a young man with white hair who could use flames."

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Janos in another world: Teacher!Have you forgotten about me? !

Two ordinary middle-aged people, one with a bald head and one with a stomach problem, in the middle of the night, grabbing the ascetic priest and composing a love song (what am I talking about?)