[Comprehensive] The correct way to use the semi-cold and semi-flammable personality

"Janos, what did you just say?"

Saitama quietly appeared at the kitchen door like a ghost, and said this quietly.His tone can even be said to be quite calm. If he hadn't held a kitchen knife in his hand, Genos believed that Saitama asked him this because he didn't hear what he just said clearly, not Doubtful rhetorical question.

The kitchen knife in Saitama's hand was so eye-catching that people couldn't look away.

The fluorescent lamp reflected a sharp cold light through the blade. This knife was as bright as if it had just been practiced on a whetstone. There was also some faint blood stains on the knife, probably from the blood when cutting beef.Holding such a terrifying, human kitchen knife, it set off Saitama's habitual expression of indifference like soba noodles in clear soup, which was half fierce.

"Jenos, what did you say to the two children just now?"

Saitama repeated the question just now, this time his tone sounded a little gentler than before.

It's just... it doesn't feel right...

Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Nanase lowered her head knowingly, staring at the wagashi on the table without saying a word.At such a tense moment, she suddenly had a strong desire to eat wagashi.

Let's taste it quietly when Mr. Saitama returns to the kitchen, she thought.

Genos straightened his back straighter, without any shyness, and without even being tactful, he said very bluntly: "I made a reasonable guess about the teacher's personality just now. I think the teacher's personality is to exchange hair for strength .”

Saitama showed a friendly smile, wiped off the blood on the knife with a rag, and suddenly caressed the kitchen knife.

Genos didn't understand the meaning of Saitama's smile, so he continued to analyze: "But this is just my personal opinion, maybe it's just a one-sided guess, maybe teacher, your personality is 'exchanging body hair for permanent growth Strength is not necessarily either'. Combined with your past experience, I guess..."

He spoke so clearly that Nanase almost doubted whether what he said now was true.

While Genos was chattering, Saitama suddenly laughed, and the people who heard it were horrified.

Hong Jiaodong glanced at Genos, a little surprised by Genos' serious expression at the moment.

In terms of seriousness, the class leader Iida seems to be very similar to Genos.Such an idea popped up in Hong Jiaodong's mind.

"That..." He who has been very quiet since he stepped into Saitama's house reminded him in a low voice, "Mr. Genos, actually, I think it's better for you not to talk now."

Even he can see that Saitama is accumulating anger at the moment, if Genos is allowed to say this, something will happen sooner or later.

"I didn't want to 'sacrifice' hair voluntarily!" Saitama yelled, looking very upset.

The clumsy apprentice Genos finally came to his senses at this moment, bowing and apologizing again and again, but it didn't seem to be able to heal the teacher's wounded heart.With a sad face, Saitama touched the back of his extraordinarily smooth head unconsciously, and heaved a long sigh. Although he didn't say anything serious to Genos, all the sadness was kept silent until the sound of boiling forced Saitama Get out of your grief.He leaned over and glanced at the pot on the stove, and let out a cry of fright.

"The soup is going to be boiled dry!" He almost wailed.

He hurriedly flashed into the kitchen, his speed was so fast that only an afterimage was left behind, Hong Jiaodong could even feel the breeze blowing his hair on his forehead when he sprinted.

As soon as Saitama's figure disappeared behind the kitchen door, Nanase impatiently approached Genos and asked in a low voice: "By the way, is it really possible that Mr. Saitama's personality is to exchange hair for strength? Or , does such a personality really exist?"

Fearing that Saitama would hear this unpleasant topic again, Nanase's eyes were fixed on the kitchen, ready to change the subject as soon as Saitama came out.

"This is just my guess. I have seen photos of the teacher before he became a hero. At that time, his hair was still quite lush." ​​Genos said, "However, there is such a personality that consumes part of the body as strength... ..."

"Hey, keep your voice down!"

Genos' uncontrolled volume made Nanase feel lingering fear, and hurriedly patted him on the shoulder to remind him.She really didn't want to see Saitama with a kitchen knife in his hand and a smile appearing in front of her.

Genos' shoulders were hard, and Nanase's palm slapped on it, making a solid muffled sound.The slight vibration from the slap echoed in every corner of Genos' body, and he seemed to understand Nanase's meaning.

"That's right." Hong Jiaodong echoed, "Among professional heroes, there is a hero who uses fat to store energy when he is hit, and then bounces it out as a booster. A classmate of mine also has a similar booster personality, but What he needs to consume is sugar, not a part of himself. This seems to be an inappropriate example, don't take this example into consideration..."

Hong Jiaodong's voice became softer and softer, and he felt more and more that his example was not appropriate, and finally he simply denied himself.

"This is also a good example!" Nanase comforted.

Knowing that the power of words is not strong enough, she also patted Hong Jiaodong's shoulders, wanting to give more estimates, but was shocked to find that Hong Jiaodong's shoulders were as hard as Genos, but this Stiffness comes from solid muscles.

Moreover, the hot jelly is quite warm.In this way, Genos is more like a machine.

"By the way... Mr. Genos, do you have a personality?"

Nanase asked like a ghost, but as soon as she said it, she felt regretful, wishing to withdraw this offensive question and punish herself three times for her stupidity.

Genos thought that this strange question was also related to Saitama, so he didn't think too much, and said frankly: "I don't remember."

Hong Jiaodong and Nanase looked at him at the same time, with surprise in their eyes, because such an answer was not expected by either of them.But for Genos, this is not the first time he has answered this type of question, so he continued to explain with some inexplicable proficiency.

"I lost some memories, including the part about personality. Besides, I don't need personality anymore, and normal personality doesn't fit this body."

He spoke calmly, but every word was full of sadness, combined with Genos's cold body, it was extremely tragic, and Nanase was very sentimental.

Nanase felt that she seemed a little too emotional, her associative ability was too strong, and she was a little talkative, almost touching the not-so-flattering Virgin Mary category.

Besides, Genos himself hasn't complained about himself yet, so it's not her turn to mourn for him.

She took a deep breath and stopped asking Genos about Saitama's personality or his own.She thought it would be better for Saitama to answer the question himself.

Having nothing to say, and a little bored, Nanase glanced roughly at Saitama's house.She wanted to find something different in Saitama's house, perhaps such a thing might be one of the keys to shaping Saitama, who has no personality, into a powerful hero, but she scanned around and found nothing special Things, a little bit lost, but expectations for lunch are inexplicably high.

Hong Jiaodong came to the balcony, he just saw Saitama's combat uniform hanging on the balcony.At this moment, there is only such a lonely piece of clothing on the clothesline. The thin fabric is shaking with the wind, and it is unbelievably light. It doesn't look like a combat uniform should be at all.Hong Jiaodong observed the sleeves and other places, but did not find any special booster settings installed on them, and the fabric looked quite ordinary, a little bit old.If you get closer, you can still find traces of fine needlework stitching on it.In some places the stitching was rather rough, as if it was done just to connect the broken parts, and you don't have to think about what to do next time it breaks.

Having seen Saitama's combat uniform with his own eyes, Hong Jiaodong knew that his previous guess was a bit biased.No, exactly the opposite.

He hung Saitama's battle suit back to its place and went back indoors.

"May I ask, who made Mr. Saitama's battle suit?" he asked.

Genos hesitated rarely, and didn't answer in time, with a slightly confused expression on his face, and he hesitated for more than a moment, clearly he answered questions very quickly before.

He pondered for a moment and retrieved the memory from his mind, but found that there was not much content about this aspect.Obviously, this question touched his blind spot of knowledge.

Realizing this, Genos suddenly stopped being bothered, and even had a strange look of surprise on his face.He fumbled for a notebook from his arms, opened a blank page, and wrote the words "Research on the relationship between the teacher's combat uniform and its powerful strength" on the first line.

I don't know if it's blind, but the moment Genos flipped through the notebook, Nanase found that "Saitama Observation Diary" was written on the title page, followed by a Roman numeral, which seemed to be 6...

Probably, this is the sixth observation diary.

Nanase didn't know whether she should take a breath at this moment, and at the same time shouted "It's so scary".

Genos scribbled and wrote down a lot of speculations about Saitama's battle suit, completely forgetting the hot question - of course, he couldn't answer it either.Hong Jiaodong sat back beside the tatami in silence, watching Genos' great record.

The sound in the kitchen stopped, showing the abnormal silence of no man's land, but soon a burst of brisk footsteps forced the silence to the corner again.Saitama ran out with small steps, holding the casserole in one hand and the huge plate in the other.

"Ganos, quickly take out the stove. Let's eat beef hot pot today!"

Saitama looks excited, probably putting Genos' malicious speculation about his hair behind him.

Genos responded yes, quickly put the notebook back in his arms, took out the small stove dedicated to hot pot, and arranged everything before Saitama put down the casserole.The tatami can accommodate four people, and they sat around the table, holding their breath and watching the steam in the pot rising, as if it was a specific ceremony.

Perhaps this is a kind of respect for hot pot.

The soup in the pot boiled completely, making a satisfying sound, but the steam dissipated a little.They pick up chopsticks.

"I'm gonna start now."