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

The sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, casting circular spots on the ground.

The blond boy's muscular and smooth arms are propped by my side, and I can even see the crystal drops of water on his arms that have not been evaporated by the high temperature.

The sound of cicadas rang out relentlessly, beating the nerve endings again and again.

——Hey, Bean Sprouts, you are so actively inquiring about my affairs, you are not interested in me, are you?

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.The young man's gaze followed my eyes downwards and extended all the way to his lips. From a distance of three or four punches, I seemed to be able to feel the scorching heat on the opponent's body.

Am I... interested in Bakugou?

I do not know.

Just like I don't know why I reacted so much to Aizawa-sensei taking the utility knife away, I also don't know why I subconsciously think about Bakugou.

interest?

Probably not.

At least someone like Bakugou is really not the type I can be interested in.

So I laughed dryly, "You think highly of yourself." I said, "It's not so much that I'm interested in you, it's better to say that I'm interested in Green Valley." broken sound.

Bakugo seemed to be persuaded by my rebuttal that was trying to cover up, so he sat back and stopped looking at me.

It is not a lie for me to say that I am interested in Green Valley.

If it was the past, I probably would never want to have anything to do with people like Green Valley.But now it is different.At least at this stage, I want to see what the future of Green Valley will be like-I want to know how Green Valley, who chose the road of professional heroes with the same "want to help others" feeling like me before, will welcome What kind of future is coming.

And Bakugo's experience and motives are so pure that I don't know what I would be interested in him at all.

At the end of the third group, it turned out that Green Valley, who had little advantage in personality, was upset.

Bakugou stood up and walked towards the pool.As the No.1 of the first group, he will have a final with Hong of the second group and Green Valley of the third group.To be honest, I don't think there is anything to see in this final. Anyway, except for Green Valley, they are not in the water.

The moment the feet of the three of them left the diving platform, the figure of Mr. Aizawa appeared from the entrance of the swimming pool.

I turned my head subconsciously, unable to bear to look at the three teenagers who had been deprived of their individuality and turned into laggards.

"Seventeen o'clock." The head teacher of Class A walked in with no expression on his face, "Just now, the use of the swimming pool is over, hurry and go home!"

The protests of the boys being disappointed came from all around, and as expected, they were ruthlessly suppressed by Mr. Aizawa.

I stood up and patted the gravel and sand on my swimsuit, ready to call Bai to go home together.The homeroom teacher suddenly turned his head and looked at this side, "Yucheng, change into your combat uniform and come with me... You are a transfer student so you haven't taken a personality test. Before you sleep in the forest, the school will test your personality once." Comprehensive testing."

I tilted my head and walked to Liri who was closest to me: "...Personality test?"

The brown-haired girl also tilted her head, "I seem to have done it and I haven't done it... I don't have any impression..."

Forget it, it's just a temporary personality test anyway.

I said hello to Bai and told her to go home first, changed into the combat uniform and hurried to the test site that Aizawa-sensei had mentioned.

Unexpectedly, apart from the two head teachers of Class A and Class D, even the teachers of other classes came.This scene actually gave people the illusion that I still have to take the final exam.

I never knew that Xiongying's teacher could be so idle.

…Didn’t it mean a personality test, besides the headmaster, what’s the matter with wanting all the teaching staff to come together? !

"Leave them alone, they just have nothing to do to watch the fun," Mr. Aizawa tapped the book in his hand with a pen while holding the data sheet, "Yuuki, try breaking that metal plate."

I turned my head to look at the test tool the teacher was pointing at.

It was an iron plate about one centimeter thick, and there were several iron plates with the same thickness piled up on the ground next to the iron plate. It seemed that it was intended to be used as a one-time prop.

I nodded, and smashed the iron plate under the burning eyes of the teachers.

"During the sports festival, I noticed that you like to stick your hands on objects and then twist them." The black-haired young man's voice did not fluctuate, and it sounded like a police interrogation of prisoners. "Is it a personal habit or is there any reason?"

"...If you directly touch the target object with your body, the range and angle of distortion can be controlled more precisely."

While answering, I picked up another iron plate and demonstrated it to the youth.Unlike the previous iron plate that was directly twisted, the iron plate in his hand was only distorted in a small area, which made it look more like a post-modern artwork carefully carved in a workshop.

"I see." Mr. Aizawa nodded, and wrote something on the data sheet, "How about the distance?"

"one meter."

"Can't it go further?"

"Yes."

I put the iron plate back on the table where the first iron plate was placed just now, retreated one meter away, and then raised my hand to use my personality.The props on the table were not affected by the slightest external force, and they still kept the appearance of works of art, lying there quietly.

"Is there anything that can't be twisted?"

"Small things with great toughness." Like those damn silk threads of Tideburst Bull King.

The onlookers gathered together to discuss in whispers. Among them, I saw the No.1 hero known as the "symbol of peace" look up at me. I don't know if it was an illusion. Complicated, even a little unbelievable.

...so what are these people doing here?

"According to the usual practice, there should be a physical fitness test, but your physical fitness should be nothing to test, after all, you are the daughter of Yuki." Teacher Aizawa put down his pen, "Let me sum up, your personality is 'distorted', which can affect Any object within one meter of itself can precisely control the angle and range of twisting if it is in direct contact with the body...but it cannot twist small objects with extremely high toughness."

"Yes."

I honestly affirm Aizawa-sensei's conclusion.

For objects such as the ground and walls whose height or length is obviously more than one meter, I can indeed carry out comprehensive destruction, but this is all based on the premise of accurate calculation.I really can't do anything about smaller objects that are one meter away from me.

Because of this, Cheap Daddy is keen on training me in gymnastics.

The distance of one meter is too short, and in order not to be pulled away, I have to make myself able to quickly respond to any situation where the personality cannot be used.

"Okay," Mr. Aizawa nodded, his voice suddenly softened a lot, "It's almost six o'clock, you should go home quickly, it's not good to make your family wait too long."

Although I felt that such a speech did not match his image, I still followed the head teacher's request and went to the locker room.

When I passed by the teachers who were watching, All Might suddenly stopped me.

"New Xu girl!"

The voice of the symbol of peace sounded a bit vain.

"You... have to work harder!"

The author has something to say:

Take advantage of no one, lose the update and run

This section also has a foreshadowing related to the setting of the heroine's life experience. I think it is too obvious to cooperate with the previous two hints...

Thinking about it carefully, it is really a blessing in misfortune to not take the hanging line... The heroine's person setting is basically only knives and knives and knives