All my brothers are from another world

Saiki Kusuo thought he was delusional.

This is my classroom.

what.

He took a few steps back and glanced at the sign above.

That's right.

He looked down at the clock next to him again.

The above time is Water Day.The date is also correct.

"Hi, brother, why are you standing outside? Have you found anything interesting?"

A rich voice with non-mainstream flicks appeared next to his ears, it was Rantang, and he hugged his shoulders all of a sudden.

Next to it: "No... I think, it's probably the power of the dark wings... I feel a force invaded the campus, so close! It seems to be in the classroom in front of me!"

Hai Teng covered his right eye, looked at the scene in the classroom, and murmured: "Damn it, where did this evil intruder come from? How could he deceive so many ignorant girls."

The rose-haired boy turned to stare at him.

Sometimes this guy really makes people wonder if he has any superpowers.

Kai Teng saw Saiki Kusuo looking at him blankly, put down his left hand in embarrassment, remembered what he said just now, blushed suddenly, and turned his head as if nothing had happened.

Saiki Kusuo raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes were three parts cold and half sneering, and two parts were careless.

Laughing to death, it's just a second-year illness, and I actually started to make a fuss.

Maybe the one inside is also a secondary illness.

The preceding incident may have been just a coincidence.

"Ah, Qi Mu-jun." The white-haired boy saw the person standing at the door, with a surprised look on his face, apologized to the female students around him, and walked towards him.

"[How did you find this place?]" Saiki Kusuo felt that he had made a nonsense just as he said it.

Komaeda Nagito didn't seem to notice the indifference in the boy's tone in front of him at all, or he noticed it but didn't care at all.

"I just hope to have a chance to chat with you face to face." Nagito Komaeda put a soft smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand towards the boy in front of him. Komaeda wanted to have a strict and friendly relationship with him During the meeting, the face of the boy with rose-colored hair on the opposite side changed slightly.

what's on my face

Something weird?Komaeda reached out his hand to touch his face in confusion, glanced at the other party, and soon realized that the other party's gaze was not looking at him, but behind him.

【Oops. 】

"Qi Mu-jun——" A gentle and lively female voice came from behind, accompanied by a somewhat weird "woohoo" sound.

Komaeda Nagito subconsciously wanted to look back, but the rosy-haired boy froze for a moment, as if he was facing an enemy, he didn't hear at all, his eyes were selectively blind and ignored people, and his ears were indirectly deaf The sound is ignored.

"【Rantang, please take a leave of absence for me and the teacher, my stomach hurts.】"

Ran Tangli gave a thumbs up without hesitation: "Oproblem! mybrother, go early and come back early!"

The reason that Saiki Kusuo made up was completely unreasonable, but Ran Tangli had no doubts about Saiki's words at all. He saw that Saiki grabbed his wrist that had not been retracted, and directly pulled him towards the stairs on the left. Action also waved to them very naturally and said goodbye.

Komaeda Nagito was pulled by Saiki Kusuo so that he had no resistance at all, the other party was definitely not as thin as he looked.

He staggered a little while being dragged, but he didn't stop there. After turning around a few turns, Komaeda felt the cool wind in the air before realizing that he had come to the rooftop.

The surrounding area is very wide, and the boy with rose-colored hair quickly let go of each other, and the distance between the two gradually widened...

He sized it up slightly. If it wasn't for the fact that the distance from the rooftop was only a dozen meters away, he guessed that Saiki Kusuo wanted to be one kilometer away from him.

He couldn't help but ask himself what kind of scourge? He couldn't see the other person's expression clearly from such a distance.

Saiki Kusuo could see clearly, and even heard the other party's inner voice clearly.

[Obviously this weirdo hasn't remembered what happened before.So how did the other party find themselves? 】

Komaeda Nagito was also troubled.But he is quite a person with executive ability: "Qi Mu-jun may be very confused, it is about why I came to find you, obviously I just met yesterday. Except for returning the lost property, we really have no intersection. "

"But I, it is indeed Qi Mujun who has developed great curiosity."

Komaeda said: "I can't remember what happened in the past two days. It's strange to say that it hasn't been long, but some things are vague, like a blank.

Every time I force myself to think about it, I am stunned. Suddenly, other thoughts come up to distract me. This feeling is really strange, as if my memory has degenerated, ah, or it has been eliminated. Same. "

When communicating with others, human brain cells are always extra active, and some people have a desire to express themselves in front of others.

Logically speaking, Komaeda does not think that he would be a person who likes to talk to people very much. His life may be so "rich and colorful" that no one can believe it, but most of the time it is full of loneliness and loneliness. It is also because of his own experience that he is different from ordinary people, causing people who get along with him to always criticize him.

But now he has a strong desire to confide in Saiki Kusuo, this is a discovery that surprised him.

Ah, probably because I feel that the other party is the same kind of person as myself?

No, it's not right, I should be a stepping stone for the other party.

"Speaking of which, I don't think I'm someone who likes to waste time giving things to strangers." The things Nagito Komaeda picks up usually represent "bad luck" and "lucky".

This statement may seem abstract, but it is true.He can pick up a huge winning lottery ticket, or a body bag full of blood.

Facing lottery tickets can be thrown into the trash or exchanged.Facing the body bag, he can call the police or be indifferent.

But no matter what, he has the talent of luck and always makes the "right choice".

— whether he was lucky enough to choose the right option.Or luck made his choice the right one.

Misfortune is force majeure, but luck is selective. "It was my luck that I met you." Komaeda's voice was a little weird.

This kind of weirdness came from the fact that he shouldn't have spoken to the boy of the same age in front of him in a sweet tone.

"In the memory that I disappeared in the coffee shop, something should have happened, maybe it has something to do with you." The white-haired boy took out his phone and shook it: "The film on it is gone, but I don't remember when I got it off of."

"But I don't have any impression of you at all." Komaeda Nagito was sure, with bright rose-colored hair, two weird pink hairpins, and a strange outfit like green glasses.To be honest, it's hard not to impress people.

"Maybe you erased my memory? But why? I don't think you, Sai Mu-kun, seem like someone who can do things at will, do you? Could it be that I did something unusual while trying to do something?"

Komaeda Nagito's tone was slightly raised, and he said in a joking tone: "Could it be that I made a meteorite and hit you?"

Nagito Komaeda was amused by his own thoughts: "Hahahaha, it's not impossible. Could it be that you can go back in time and space?"

"Ha ha ha ha."

Qimu Nanxiong: "..."

Too many slots.

He has been listening to Komaeda Nagito's inner voice, but the other party's jumpiness is too strong, and after a few turns, he almost turns to the current deduction idea at once, and the other party's mind seems to be thinking about many things at the same time.Immediately, he chose the most likely and desirable situation and said it out.

Saiki Kusuo felt a little incomprehensible, and at the same time felt weird about the other party's so-called "lucky" concept.

“[Could it be said that thinking can also be influenced by luck?]”

If this is the case, then Komaeda Nagito's thinking is his own thinking?Or is it produced by the invisible "luck" that makes you think it's your own thinking?

"Eh? What you say is so scary." The white-haired boy continued to laugh as if he heard something funny.

His laughter this time seemed a bit creepy, like rubbing glass, a hole was broken in his lung, air leaked from it, and he coughed.

Saiki Kusuo looked at the other person inexplicably, feeling that this person would suffocate in the next second.And it was also because of the frightening laughter that he had just noticed the physiological condition of this body.

After all, he is a human being psychologically, not to mention that he is not interested in looking at human skeletons and anatomical diagrams, and secondly, it is difficult for him to distinguish people based on skeletons and muscle diagrams.Therefore, in his daily life, he subconsciously suppresses the ability of perspective.

Force, except for special occasions.Although he felt that the other party's body was not in good condition, he didn't expect it to this extent.

"Your head... the frontotemporal lobe is atrophied, the lymph nodes in the lungs have tumors, and the malignancy is already advanced..."

Qi Mu said dumbly: "Nerve compression, lung infection, cell mutation, and insufficient supply of platelets. There will be shortness of breath, fever, infection and cough. If the frontotemporal lobe atrophy, it should be accompanied by language barriers, personality changes, and insanity. Silly symptoms."

Saiki Kusuo even wondered if his eyes were wrong. The other party spoke fluently, could run and jump, and had a lot of vocabulary. He who couldn't hold back his words was more like the person with a shrunken brain.

Gee.

"You should be in the hospital by now."

"Eh? Are you concerned about social scum like me? It's all right," Komaeda Nagito took a while to recover from the state of being out of breath, the corners of his eyes were red, and he secreted Sweat, it looked like he had done some strenuous exercise.

The gray-green pupils were filled with a few drops of physical tears from laughter, and the lips that were always pale were now tinged with a bloody red.

At this time, he looked a little better.But only he felt that the clothes behind him were soaked with sweat, which was a symptom of a disease.

"I won't die so easily."

Saiki Kusuo saw it.

The other party seemed to be unwilling to let it go. This person was not only lucky, but also a little confused.

"So please, Saiki-kun," Komaeda Nagito said, "otherwise I will keep pestering you."

"It must be very annoying to be pestered by garbage like me every day. Although it is a very shameless way, but this is the only way I can do it."

Facts have proved that Saiki Kusuo really hates others pestering him.

(Is this a new student? He's not wearing our school uniform. He's so handsome...)

(Who is he following? Which class is the pink hair in front? I have no memory at all?)

(I seem to be asking for a contact information, is there any chance...)

(They seem to be very familiar, should you ask the one in front, they seem to be quite easy to talk to)

(Who is that ordinary-looking person in front? Is there such a person in the school?)

Saiki Kusuo: No...I just hope you never notice me

[All attention has been attracted! 】

【What is this man doing! 】

There seemed to be blue veins throbbing on his forehead, the last time it was Rantang that made him feel this way.

It can't go on like this.Saiki Kusuo grabbed the opponent by the collar, threw him into the men's toilet cubicle, and teleported home.

Tokyo city

Qi Ya glanced at the brown-haired boy beside him, and pinched a sunken black iron block on the bed.

"This one weighs about ten catties." Qi Ya thought for a while and said, "I feel like your strength has become smaller again?"

Qi Ya hated iron for being weak: "Are you being lazy?"

Gang Ji has hardly done any rigorous training since he came out from beating the enemy Hakka. After the start of the Holy Grail War, he spent three days fishing and two days drying the net.

Gangji tried to argue: "In fact, the power of thought has increased..."

Gang Ji: "At least I'm good at running away! Maybe even Sanmao can't catch up with me!"

Qi Ya suddenly couldn't bear to hit the opponent.

So Qi Ya said euphemistically: "I was able to avoid being caught by Sanmao when I was four years old, ah, of course, this requires some skills." For example, targeting the weaknesses of large animals and being familiar with the geographical environment.

The silver-haired killer tossed the iron in his hand in mid-air, like throwing a ping pong ball.Tsuna felt that his hand would swell into a pig's trotter when this thing fell down.

Qi Ya weighed the weight and handed it to Gang Ji: "This is still on your body for the time being, the weight should be okay, you try it?"

Gangji felt it.Sure enough, I feel a little uncomfortable without training for the past ten days.Who wouldn't like the happy life of lazily lying on the bed... Tsuna quickly thought of the moment when she was thrown from a high altitude.

He lowered his head and blinked his eyes, a brown hairy head leaned over and rubbed against each other.

"Wow, why do you look like a rabbit!" Qi Ya was a little frightened, but soon couldn't help rubbing the other party's hair. The hair was fluffy and soft, and it felt comfortable to the touch. He couldn't help but messed up Tsuna Yoshi's hair, which was not very docile, as if it was fried. "My hair is messed up, Ouch!" Tsuna struggled to get the other party

hair.

The eldest young master, who had no one to serve him tea and water, had to do it himself, passed by the door, staring blankly at the two heads, one silver and one brown, stuck together.He put down the water glass and quietly pressed his hands on their shoulders.

"What are you talking about so happily, add me?"