Salvation equals death

"Kachacha—ah—" the sound of eating biscuits was accompanied by a long sigh.

"..."

"Gulu—ah—" He took a sip of tea and sighed.

"..."

"...Crack, I said, Mr. Aizawa——"

"I don't know, I don't know, I didn't teach it."

Aizawa Shouta, who had his face tied with a bandage, refused Sanren, only feeling that his thick black hair had turned into a dandelion, crying loudly that the world was calling for it.

"It's useless to sever the teacher-student relationship unilaterally." Principal Nezu sipped his black tea, pouted, and said with a smile, "Everyone envies Mr. Aizawa for having such an excellent student."

"...A head hammer knocking someone into a concussion disciple?" Aizawa Xiaota couldn't help complaining, mainly because this sports festival is so f*cking, full of slots, it makes people feel uncomfortable Not spit fast.

In the match between Hong Jiaodong and Shuanguang Chiyo, the last person fell into a coma and lost consciousness, and one person went out of bounds and fell out of the field. Because of these two things, it was impossible to determine who came first, so the match between the two ended in a draw.

The No.2 hero Andawa's "Frozen ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" that shocked the audience at that time seemed to be still echoing in his ears, making Aizawa Xiao want to go back to the past, thinking that he had confiscated this disciple.

Jiguang Chiyo suffered from severe frostbite and was sent to the physical therapy warehouse for recuperation, and has not yet woken up; while Hong Jiaodong was sent to the infirmary, and was found to have a mild concussion. After waking up, she felt dizzy and wanted to vomit , it is useless.

This directly led to another winner in the semi-finals, Bo Hao Katsuki, directly winning the championship, because Hong Jiaodong was completely unable to attend the next game.But Katsuki Bakugo, who won without a fight, did not accept this result at all, and roared "Since the two of them draw, then both of them will fight with me. I will not admit that I am No. 1" and was tied up. dragged to the podium with the restraint and torture equipment, and became the most vicious No.1 in Xiongying's history.

Neither Boom Jiaodong nor Shuguang Chiyo could make it to the podium, so in the end only Bakugo Katsuki and Chang An Tayin made it to the podium, and No.2 placed 800 million Jiaodong created with their personality The dolls and Chiyo dolls also thoughtfully pasted two crossed Band-Aids on the foreheads of the two teary-eyed dolls, which is also full of spirituality.

Hong Jiaodong, who failed to participate in the finals, was not unwilling. After resting enough, he went to visit Shunguang Chiyo, and asked the principal to send away the late-stage child control Andewa, who was already insane.

All in all, Xiongying's sports festival came to an anticlimactic end—not really, after all, the excitement of the match between Hong Jiaodong and Shunguang Chiyo was worthy of the high ticket price of the sports festival.

"I am EraserHead (Eraser Head), not IronHead (Head Iron), you are really too irrational."

Aizawa Shouta decided to unilaterally terminate the teacher-student relationship with his head disciple for a month. It is too unreasonable to attack the enemy with his head as hard as a coconut shell, and it is even more unreasonable to knock his companion out of the concussion .

It's also because Hong Jiaodong was knocked out of his mind, and he didn't hold any grudges, and he didn't feel that there was something wrong with missing the championship of the sports festival because of the head hammer. Hearing that Chiyo was severely frostbited, he volunteered to help her.

But "I know you well, I often get frostbite" is not a reason for you to stay in the consulting room and hinder the doctor's treatment, is it? !

Hong Jiaoshou was also seriously injured, but his physical fitness was excellent, and his injuries healed quickly. In the end, the most seriously injured were the reckless Midoriya Izuku and the severely frostbited Shunguang Chiyo.

Aizawa Shouta announced the news that classes would resume next week, Katsuki Bakugo sat in his seat with the gold medal in his veins and eyes hanging down, as if the whole world owed him [-] million.

"That's why I said, you two boys, don't crowd into the infirmary to take up space." The healing girl put on a rare kind smile, and pushed Hong Jiaodong and worrying people out of the door, "Go, go, don't Disturb the girl's rest."

"Teacher, I don't think my injury is healed yet." Hong Jiaodong said nonsense with a deadpan expression on his face, and the icy cold air all over his body was directed towards the side of his mind, "Xiao Qiandai's attack is too heavy."

"I also feel a dull pain under the ribs." The worrying person made Yan Da speak nonsense, "Maybe it was a hard fall."

After finishing speaking, he immediately turned his head to stare at Hong Jiaodong, and sarcastically said: "Hehe, what do some people want to do by imitating the little girl's name? To show your pink girlish heart?" ?”

Hong Jiaodong looked at the troublemaker with an expressionless face, and said without giving an inch: "That's what our class calls it."

Two tough-headed teenagers just like this, you stab me with a sword, and they are thrown out of the door together by the healing girl: "Don't you think I can't see your little thoughts?! Really! You don't care about girls for the sake of vindictiveness." The pursuit of children's health is the worst!"

When Chiyo woke up, she happened to hear the roar of the healing girl, but she just blinked blankly. She was lying in a very warm place, lazily unable to exert herself.

The body is exhausted like fatigue, but Chiyo's spirit is very good. The soul seems to be washed and washed by the heavy rain. It is comfortable and gentle like never before, as if it will float up in the next second.

"Are you awake?" The healing girl came over with some surprise, and while preparing potions for Chiyo, she said in a rambling manner, "You, although you are a hero, are also a girl, you should love yourself more."

Chiyo fell asleep in a daze, and felt that her body was much better, but the healing girl's personality had the side effect of exhausting energy, so she felt exhausted.

"There are still two silly children waiting outside." The healing girl smiled and handed the potion to Chiyo, "Do you want to rest for a while or meet them? I've been making trouble here for a long time."

The Healing Girl, like the Cement Division, is one of the teachers in charge of logistics. Naturally, she also watched the entire match between Chiyo and Hong Jiaodong, and was also shocked by the final scene.

"It's just... your wings..." The healing girl touched Chiyo's thin back and sighed, "It's not a wise choice to ruin your life just for one game."

"I'm fine, thank you for your concern." Chiyo explained softly with a blushing face, "My wings are made of energy, so they can explode, but they are not my organs, so they're fine."

"Hey, that's good, that's good." The healing girl stroked the girl's hair pitifully, "In this way, Aizawa can give the audience an explanation. You don't know, many audiences have come to ask how your wings end up. What's the matter?"

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Chiyo said guiltily, "...I don't know, what is the final result of the game?"

"Bakugo Katsuki from Class A won." The healing girl said with a smile, "You are tied for second with Hong."

"Classmate Hong has been lying in the infirmary with you all afternoon, and now he is waiting outside with another boy. It's getting late, or let them take you home."

When Chiyo saw Xinsuo Renshi and Hong Jiaodong, he couldn't help but look them up and down, and then he breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Hong, Mr. Worrying."

"It's Xincao." Xincao corrected it habitually, and then heaved a sigh of relief, "Seeing that you are still joking, it means that your body is in good condition? Are your wings okay?"

Chiyo scratched her cheek with her index finger, not understanding why everyone was concerned about her wings, and also didn't realize how deeply the tragic scene on the field left a deep impression on people: "It's okay, don't worry."

Chiyo chatted with Xinsuo Renshi for a few words, and Hong Jiaodong looked at her silently from the side. Chiyo, who was slow to see, realized something was wrong. After thinking for a long time, she suddenly remembered something.

"Worried Mr., I have something to say to Mr. Hong. I will stop by him in a while, thank you for visiting me." Chiyo said, "Today's game was very exciting, congratulations."

"It's Shinsao." Shinsao's instigator stared at the same dead fish eyes as Aizawa Yuta, and sighed, "Forget it, you go, go back and have a good rest, see you next week."

After bidding farewell to his troubles, Chiyo stood up using the exoskeleton armor, walked up to Hong Jiaodong, and stared at him seriously with a pair of midnight-like eyes: "Mr. Hong."

"Is there something you want to tell me?"

"...I want to return something to you." Hong Jiaodong lowered his eyes lightly, and gently took out a pure white headband from his pocket. The hairband made of silk is still the same after years of washing. , but the luster also dimmed a little, "Sorry, I just wanted to leave something when I left in a hurry, but I didn't expect to get this...the family crest is tattooed on it, is it very valuable?"

"No..." Chiyo looked at the family crest at the end of the hairband, and his pupils shrank slightly, "It's not something important, but... Thank you Mr. Hong for bringing it back to me."

Chiyo took the headband, looked at the ink-black family crest on the headband, was speechless for a moment, and after a long while, heard Hong Jiaodong say softly: "You have a good relationship with Xinsao?"

Chiyo put away her hairband, and slightly twitched the corners of her mouth when she heard the words: "Worried Mr. has been accepted as a disciple by Mr. Aizawa, he is my junior brother from the same sect, and he is very nice."

Hong Jiaodong walked slowly beside Qiandai, he hummed lightly when he heard the words, but did not answer, the two walked past the school playground and strolled on the dimly lit streets.

The Heroic Academy is located in the outskirts, and the entire mountain is the site of the Heroic Academy. The two returned late today, and the train was not scheduled, so the two could only walk slowly along the track.

Unlike the brightly lit towns where it is difficult to see the stars, the night in the suburbs is darker, but the stars in the sky are far brighter than those in the city. Even if there is no moon, the stars in the sky are still sprinkled with soft light.

Chiyo looked up, and suddenly sighed and laughed out loud. She was in a good mood, and her expression was so gentle that she almost dripped water. Facing the sight of Hong Jiaodong's doubtful gaze, she couldn't help but tease: "Mr. Hong, I just think of you when I was a child."

Hong Jiaodong was stunned, and then remembered that at that time, they also often watched the stars on the window sill wrapped in blankets. The scenery of the Fire Tree and Star Bridge was once a beauty that would never fade in his memory.

"Mr. Hong has grown up too." The girl lowered her eyes lightly, her lips curved slightly, but there was a sense of melancholy and tenderness on her face that she hadn't noticed, "Ten years really passed by so quickly. "

"Yes." Hong Jiaodong raised his head slightly, but his footsteps stopped. He stood at one end of the railroad track, turned his head slightly to look at the girl at the other end of the railroad track, and whispered, "Chiyo."

"Huh?" The girl tilted her head softly, with a smile on her brows, "What's wrong?"

Hong Jiaodong took a deep breath, tightened his fingers holding the shoulder strap of the schoolbag slightly, but his expression was still calm and calm, as if he just mentioned casually: "Do you have an appointment for the New Year's fireworks festival?"

Chiyo was taken aback for a moment, her vague words stuck in her throat, but she only let out a soft murmur of "huh".

"No?" Without waiting for Chiyo's answer, the boy quickly answered the question. Under the sky full of stars, the gentle evening wind blowing towards his face gently stroking the boy's fine and clean hair.

Hong Jiaodong has a handsome appearance, a cold temperament, and the ups and downs that have not lasted half his life, everything has left a distinctive mark on him like a pen and ink.

The young man standing under the stars is clean and handsome, just like an oil painting, and there seems to be a lingering scar between his quiet and tranquil eyebrows, which makes his already elegant appearance even more fascinating.

But at this time, he lowered his eyes slightly, as if he had an unspeakable emotion in his heart, and unconsciously curled the corners of his lips.

——He is like every teenager who carefully caresses and chews back and forth in her heart when a girl dreams back at midnight.

But now, that young man is standing there like that, the stars in the sky, the cool evening wind, everything in the world is gentle for him.

"If not, can Chiyo come with me for the New Year's Fireworks Festival?"

In the end, the reserved and introverted boy tilted his head slightly, as if he couldn't bear her overly serious gaze, and his thin hair covered the thin red at the base of his ears.

"...The fireworks that day must have been more beautiful than in previous years."

——If only you were by my side.