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

It was almost ten o'clock in the evening after finishing the backlog of homework.

I stretched and stood up from the table, and opened the LINE that I hadn’t checked for more than ten days. As expected, the private chat list showed a frighteningly large number of unread messages, most of which were from Class A and D From the students in the class.

I went back one by one in the order of the messages, paused when I clicked on Xinsao's chat window, and finally sent a dry "thank you".

Other than that, I don't know what else I can get back to him.

Just after replying to the messages that popped up in the chat window, the phone vibrated crazily, and the caller ID showed "Bo Hao Sheng Ji".

When on earth did I save his phone number?

I thought about it blankly, but couldn't find the relevant memory from my poor brain capacity inventory, so I gave up thinking and directly answered the phone call from Baohao.

Ever since we parted ways with Kanno, I haven't been in touch with Bakugo.To be precise, I unilaterally cut off contact. It seems that several waves of people came to see me during the ten days in the hospital, but I turned them away.

At that time, I probably didn’t want to see anyone.

As long as I don’t look at those people, I can pretend that I don’t know about my father’s death, pretend that I just participated in a very tragic battle, and when I pretended to recover, the man in the black trench coat appeared in front of me and used rough movements to knock me out He lifted it up from the hospital bed and called me home in a cold tone.

I just want to have a dream that doesn't require waking up.

However, the dream was just a dream after all, and when I opened my eyes, everything disappeared.

——Be sober, your father is dead, don't you want to go back and die with him!

The boy's roar still lingers in my ears, reminding me over and over again of what I've been through.

After pressing the call button, neither I nor the person on the other end of the phone spoke.The boy's trembling and heavy breathing came from the receiver. It was obviously a solemn atmosphere, but unexpectedly it had a reassuring power.

Although I don't want to admit it, I probably believe in Bakugou.

When I was in the enemy alliance stronghold, if it was another person, I probably would not have made those actions at all, and I would not want to stand by his side and fight side by side with him.

Unknowingly, "Bakugo Katsuki" has become an existence that can be handed over to me.

I think we should have been deadlocked for a long time.The hands of the clock turned half a circle, and mixed with the boy's breathing was the sound of footsteps that were not very clear. Just when I thought we would be silent like this until we hung up the phone, Bakugou suddenly interrupted my thoughts.

"...Hey, bean sprouts," he said softly, with some hesitation and caution, "come out."

"Where?"

"At your door."

I walked to the gate of Yuki's yard in a daze.The boy with blond hair and red eyes stood panting heavily on the street, his right hand was still in the position of making a phone call.Judging from the beads of sweat on his forehead, he seemed to have run over with his feet.

Something exploded in my head with a "buzz".

I lowered my right hand holding the phone and walked towards him step by step.These days, the feelings that were forcibly suppressed in the bottom of my heart, and the fragility that was tightly disguised were all turned out by the young man's eyes, and exposed to the not too bright moonlight.

"What are you doing here?"

I heard my own voice escape from my mouth, with inexplicable emotions.

The boy looked straight into my eyes, and instead of answering my question directly, he apologized to me, "...Sorry."

I walked forward quickly, threw the phone on the ground, then grabbed his dark vest that could almost blend into the night with my hands, pressed my forehead to Bakugo's chest and cried loudly.

"What are you doing here! What are you doing here!" The sharp words spilled from the chest like a sharp knife, tearing the expressions of the two people present, "It's all you! It's all you! If it wasn't for you, father wouldn't died!"

I know it's just an excuse.

If I hadn't grabbed Bakugou's arm and been dragged into the portal at that time, Cheap Dad probably wouldn't have died for me.However, this does not mean that Baohao is at fault. If it must be said, no one has done anything wrong.

If I didn't reach out my hand at that time, no one would know if I would see Bakugo in the future.

I want to save Baohao, and my father wants to save me. In this war, no one's choice is wrong, and no one needs to be responsible for such a result.

But if I don't say that, I don't know how I should face all this.

Negative feelings always need to be vented, no matter what the motivation is, the result is like I killed my adoptive father to save Bo Hao.I don't know what else to do other than run away and blame Bakugo.

The strength in front of others is all disguised.

Because I have lost my home, I am more afraid than anyone to lose my home again.

Now my mother and I can still make ends meet with Cheap Daddy's inheritance, so what about the future?

There are still more than two years before I graduate, and no one knows whether there will be changes during this period, and no one can guarantee whether those seniors who said they were waiting for me to grow up will change their minds and finally choose to find another place.

I am afraid, afraid of the unknown tomorrow, afraid of the worst possible results tomorrow.

The blond boy put his left hand around my back.I can even feel the hot sweat on his palm.

I don't know how long it took, but the tears finally flowed dry.I raised my arm to wipe my face, and took two steps back to distance myself from Bakugou.The boy watched my actions quietly. He hung up the phone, put the phone back in his pocket, then bent down to pick up my phone and handed it to me.

I have to say that the quality and luck of the new mobile phone are not bad, it was neither broken nor blown up by the explosion.

I took the phone and held it in my hand, "Didn't the police tell you not to let you go out?"

Because of the enemy alliance's attack, both Bakugou and I have become key protection targets.The police repeatedly asked our parents not to let us go out until the limelight had completely passed, and the seniors in the firm even exaggerated to the point of starting to add the content of "taking me to and from school in turn" in their daily work.

Of course, I think they should also know the school's request to me that the Yuki family take "corresponding measures".

"I ran here when I saw your reply message."

Bakugou turned his head away, not seeing my expression.His hands were in the pockets of his trousers, which he never lifted properly, and his expression was a little stiff, as if he was deliberately covering up something.

I thought about it.Probably because he was going to the police station to take notes, he sent messages later than others. I turned through the windows one by one, and replied to his messages earlier than others.

Did he run out after seeing me send a message?

I suddenly didn't know how I should react, so I could only lower my head and continue talking about irrelevant topics.

"...Go back quickly, it would be bad for the family to find out."

"They're already asleep."

"Then you should go back quickly. Do you want the police to take you home?"

The young man froze for a moment, then suddenly softened his expression, took his right hand out of his pocket and placed it on top of my head, exerting a little force on his arm, so that my forehead rested on his shoulder.

"Okay, I'm going back." Baohao's voice was as soft as a whisper, but because of the extremely close distance, it really reached his ears, "You also go to bed early...Come on, the bean sprouts I know are not so easy The one who was knocked down."

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Congratulations to the successful production of Kajiang - I, I, I, I, I was wrong, don't hit me, I just skin

When Ka Jiang came home that night, he was caught by Ma Ma and won the "Iron Fist Beating the Head" reward (not

Ma Ma: Where have you been fooling around, little brat!Didn't the police tell you not to go out!

Ka Jiang: The old woman was so noisy, didn't I come back safely!