[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

After the sports festival, the school took two days off, saying it was to let the students rest.

Of course, Dad Cheap can't really let me idle, he directly took me to Yucheng's office to get familiar with the work.

It is said to be familiar with the work, but in fact it is just doing chores for the back office staff.I'm not a student of the hero department, and the things I can do are still very limited. For example, participating in hero activities, I can at most be a liaison officer.

While propping my face with my hands, I was transcribing last month's office activity report to a new file. When I looked up, I saw a man in a black windbreaker standing opposite the desk with no expression on his face.

I subconsciously stood up: "...Father."

"Sit down." He nodded, and picked up a file that had already been transcribed, "Do you have something on your mind?"

I froze for a moment.Immediately lowered his head to avoid his gaze, "Nothing."

The man threw the file in front of me, and said in a neutral tone, "There is a typo in the fifth line on the third page."

I hurriedly took the file back and corrected the typo, and when I looked up again, Cheap Daddy had disappeared.This man walks almost silently, which is said to be a professional habit developed over the years.

I threw the revised file back into the pile of materials, and suddenly lost the intention to continue working.Anyway, it's not something you need urgently, so it doesn't matter if you don't finish transcribing it within today.

He's right, I do have something on my mind, but it's not the kind that needs to be told to my family.

The relationship between me and the Yuki family is just that of adoptive parents and adopted daughter.The Yuuki family needs a good heir, and I need a place to settle down, so I don't think my past will affect this relationship.

My adoptive parents didn't care when I was born or what I was thinking, all they cared about was my grades and whether I was going to be a hero.

For them, the surname "Yuki" is more important than the person "Nyuu".

I don't know why All Might knew that my surname was Chixi, but when he asked that sentence, I chose to lie.

——Akanishi?what are you saying?I didn't have a last name before I was adopted by my father.

Yes.

I wish I didn't have a last name so I could bury this unpleasant one along with those nasty pasts.The little girl surnamed Akanishi died a long time ago, and only Niu Xu survived.

I know it's running away, and I know running away is not admirable behavior.But apart from escaping, I can't think of any other way to make myself feel a little more at ease.

Because I am a murderer.

As a murderer, he is not qualified to talk about the past and the future.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the back office.I raised my head, and there was a boy with strange hair standing there expressionless, holding a document in his hand.

I guess it was for delivery.

I'm not very interested in why Hong appeared in Yuki's office and what he came for, so I turned my head and looked around, and after confirming that I was the only one in the back office, I pointed to the door table.

"Let's put the information there, someone will send it to the president later."

When the Hero Office receives a mission that requires cooperation, it often conducts some exchanges in private, some of which are discussions about the distribution of mission rewards, and some are purely for the exchange of information on the mission object, but no matter where the information sent is On the one hand, it has nothing to do with me.

In theory, I don't have the authority to read those materials.

"However, the person who asked me to deliver the materials said that it would be delivered to the president." The boy replied seriously.

"The president is not here, just went out."

The cheap daddy would stay in the president's office when he was free, the kind who wouldn't come down all day.Just now, he stopped by the back office to see me sorting out the files, which meant that he was planning to go out, and he probably had gone away by now.

Hong stood at the door without moving.

I didn't bother to pay attention to him, just lowered my head and continued to struggle with the head-scratching pile of files in front of me.

Sometimes I suspect that Daddy Cheap did it on purpose. According to the internal staff who took me with me, there are actually not many files that the office needs to sort out every month, but when I come to the office to help, Daddy Cheap can always get it. Send out a bunch of information for me to process.

We just kept silent like this.

The hour hand of the wall clock moved more than half a circle, and I barely finished the work at hand, but when I looked up, I found that Hong was still standing there.

Did this guy think he was in military training?

I sighed, "I told you where to put things... The president won't be back for a while, and it's useless for you to stand there!" Bluehead?

Probably because there are not many intersections.

The boy repeated what he said just now, "The information will be sent to the president."

Is he a repeater?

The pen in my hand twisted into a ball with a "snap" in our sight, and the ink dripped down the crevices of my fingers, dyeing the edges of the file in dazzling black patches.

Daddy Cheap would probably be very angry if he got into a fight with someone in the office.

I took a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to grab him by the collar and throw him out, and resignedly grabbed a tissue and wiped my fingers: "Okay, okay, I get it...do I need the president? Is the eldest daughter okay?"

Hong seemed a little hesitant, "She didn't say..."

she?

Probably mother or something.But in this way, this information should not be sent by Andewa, and it is probably not related to work-since it is not related to work, I should have permission to read it.

"Then," I cleared my throat and patted the table with my hands that were not completely wiped, "You can choose to continue to stand there and wait, or let me take a look at it, and then call and tell the president the contents."

Even if this information is really a problem with work, it’s not a big deal. In the eyes of everyone, I am the legitimate heir of the firm, and Daddy Cheap also turns a blind eye to my occasional whim to intervene in the work of the firm. .

Anyway, in their hearts, I have no other choice but to inherit the firm.

Hong was obviously moved by the second plan.He hesitated for nearly half a minute, then suddenly raised his head, stepped forward and handed the information bag to my hand: "...please."

I threw the paper towel after wiping my hands into the trash can next to the desk, and quickly opened the information bag.

The first to fall out were a few photos.

In one of the photos, a boy with different-colored eyes is standing under a tree in a junior high school uniform. If I guess correctly, it should be a graduation photo or something like that; while the little boy in the other photo is much smaller, look The scene seems to be training in a dojo.

My eyelids twitched, and I quickly dodged Hong's hand trying to stop me from continuing, and pulled out all the other things in the information bag.

It was a resume about as thick as half a pinky finger.

It is indeed a resume, neat and tidy, the kind that fills in all the information about the person "Hong Jiao Dong".

Those who don't know will probably think that Toro is here to apply for a job at Yuki's office.

Me: "...what the hell?"

Boom: "...can you...can you put away the photos first?"

The author has something to say:

Hostess: Oh!

Mr. Hong: Can you put away the photos first?

↑The so-called public execution