Qi Munanzi with superpowers[Comprehensive]

Today is Sunday, no matter which country you are in, it is a day of rest without a doubt.

It was a sunny and sunny day, but most of Xiongying's classmates were buried in the training room, preparing for the upcoming sports festival.

Except for Nanzi, Nanzi has no interest in this damn sports festival, and doesn't even want to participate at all.

Whoever loves this kind of limelight will come out, such as those guys who appeared in the last chapter, isn't it very suitable.

But under the pressure of the group, Nanzi followed the trend and signed up for the sports festival—by the way, as a student of the hero science, there is no option to retire.However, Nanzi had already made preparations, changed into a new mask, and had a pleasant and friendly communication with the school, telling them that she did not want to be named.

Of course, training is impossible. The force value of the superhuman Nanzi is very foul. It has reached the level of foul that if measured by the combat power detector in "Seven Balls", the detector will explode. For special training, other students might as well raise their hands and type "GG".

So on this rare rest day, Nanzi decided to visit the coffee shop that Momoi recommended to herself a few days ago. I heard that the signature dessert of this shop is coffee jelly, and it has a different flavor.

...Although she disagrees with Momoi's cooking skills, Nanzi can barely trust her taste buds.

According to the map provided by Momoi, Nanzi walked through several bustling streets and gradually approached the destination.

This is an ordinary corner among high-rise buildings in East/Kyoto. For some reason, many social animals in suits and leather shoes are still busy coming and going on their rest days. There is only one pure and unpretentious coffee shop here, which is in harmony with the surrounding environment. out of place.

...It is indeed out of place.

Momoi, are you kidding me?

Nanzi's expression gradually became nihilistic, and her steps gradually slowed down.

Because this is a maid cafe, there are two cute maids standing at the door holding a sign to welcome the guests. Judging by their age, they should be part-time high school girls.

...Is it really okay to open a maid cafe in such a serious business district?

However, it's really okay, and business is booming.

In just a few minutes of Nanzi's hesitation, several well-dressed young people walked in calmly. They even carried black leather briefcases in their hands, as if they were going to work in the office instead of enjoying themselves in the maid cafe Same.

Nanzi: […]

I always feel that it is a place marked "Women Stop".

Looking around again, the guests in the maid cafe, apart from the otaku, are all otaku who look like they are currently filling up.

...That's right, after all, there are quite a few girls in Japan/Japan who can't even go to a ramen shop alone, let alone a place like a maid cafe.

It is impossible for Nanzi to give up the coffee jelly. Thinking of this, she turned around and went into the public toilet on the corner of the street.

The ability of [telepathy] clearly told Nanzi that there was no one in the toilet.

...This saves Nanzi from having to torture his soul about whether he should go into the men's restroom or the women's restroom.

Not long after, an ordinary pink-haired male high school student slowly came out of the toilet and headed straight for the maid cafe.

"Welcome! Your lord!" The two maids bowed and welcomed with sweet smiles.

This time Kusuko didn't turn into Bakugo or anyone else, but transformed into Kusuo.

She walked in with a blank face, turning a blind eye to the lovely maids on both sides, and only cared about the coffee jelly that was about to arrive.

"Is there anything I can do for you..." a maid wearing glasses said while drooling, holding a tray, she stopped and stood in front of Nanzi.

Take a seat, pick up the price list, all in one go.

Hearing this familiar voice, Nanzi raised his head and stared at her.

... Nanzi really wanted to talk about it just at the beginning.

Isn't this the world next door, Kusuo's classmate Chisato Mesa?

Why are these troublesome guys haunting no matter which world they are in?

And I always feel that Mu Liang, a guy reincarnated from a hungry ghost, will steal food on the way to serve...

It's better to say that some crazy things will definitely happen.

Nanzi changed her mind about dine-in, she said: [One serving of coffee jelly, take it away. 】

Muliang hurriedly fetched coffee jelly for Nanzi and packed it. During this period, how Nanzi secretly used [Mind Power] to save the dessert that almost fell to the ground is skipped for the time being. In short, he finally got a delicious food safely.

"My lord, I wish you a safe journey!" Before leaving, the maid greeted.

Nanzi walked out of the maid cafe happily carrying a coffee jelly.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it may be to pay back the pearl. After all, the selling point of the maid cafe is the interaction with the maid, but Nanzi doesn't care.

……

On the streets of Tokyo/Beijing.

"Akashi?" The tone was a little doubtful and unsure.

Walking on the way home full of expectations, Nanzi didn't pay attention to the surrounding environment, but was suddenly called by a familiar voice, which Nanzi had only heard a few days ago.

...Who are you?

Nanzi was a little scared.

... It's not surprising, Kusuko was violently ravaged by the voice of the burning hall next door and the idiot's brain circuit a few days ago, and Kusuko also got some of Kusuo's memory fragments, knowing that the burning hall What a hassle.

I was walking on the road well today, but when I heard this guy's voice suddenly, I was not surprised.

and many more.

Nanzi calmed down and thought.

The person calling "Rantang" is Akashi, what does this have to do with me, Qi Munanzi (male).

Nanzi turned his head to look, and saw a boy with green hair and glasses sitting on a cart on his right, and a high school student with ordinary hair and color pulling the cart.

Oh, it's not the burning hall, it's just the green room of the junior high school basketball club.

—Wait, but why a cart?

Why do scooters appear on the bustling streets of Tokyo?

And why don't passers-by think the two people pulling the scooter are strange?

Thinking of this, Kusuko's heart fluctuated a little, and he refreshed his cognition of Akashi in his heart-Kuso thought that Akashi was one of the few normal people around him, but he didn't expect his friend's painting style to be so strange.

"Xiaozhen, is he the captain of your Miracle Era?" The guy pulling the cart stopped pulling the cart after hearing the words, looked back at Kusuko, asked Midorima, and thought in his heart, "I didn't expect that Akashi His height is..." This kind of faux pas.

[No, you have the wrong person. ] Kusuko spoke to Midorima, interrupting the fantasy of the cart man next to him in time, trying to save Akashi's reputation. Compared with Kusuo, Akashi is really not short.

"..." Midorima pushed down his glasses, and looked at Nanzi silently.

[…] Nanzi and Luma looked at each other calmly.

"..." The cart boy looked at the two of them curiously.

Both of them have new discoveries.

Nanzi found that this Lujian classmate was eye-catching besides the fact that he was riding a scooter. What was even more strange was that he was holding a verdant green onion in his hand!Green onions... Although I can know that this is a lucky item... But are you the future of junior O, Midorima-san?

Nanzi looked at Luma's eyes gradually becoming strange.

And Midorima found that the pink-haired high school student who bumped into Akashi in front of him was indeed not Akashi. Although his facial features were similar, his appearance was outstanding on Akashi. Low-key aura.

...wait, coffee jelly?Could it be a relative of that Saiki classmate from before?

——Thinking of this, Midorima couldn't help asking:

"Sorry, I got the wrong person...but you should be a relative of Saiki-san, right?"

[Yes, I am the distant relative of that classmate Saiki Kusuo, Saiki Kusuo. ] Kusuko casually borrowed the name of Kusuo from the world next door and used it indiscriminately, and she was very confident.

...But how deep was the impression I made on those people in the basketball club back then!Nanzi didn't expect that Luma, who met once, could remember herself until now.

No matter how I think about it, Kusuko feels that it's the fault of getting too close to Akashi during the junior high school festival...

When Midorima heard this explanation, she immediately believed it.

He apologized again for disturbing Nanzi, then whispered a few words to the cart boy, and the two continued to drive away.

The scooter pair continued to drive on the streets of Tokyo/Beijing for about a hundred meters, and after another corner, Takao, the scooter boy, finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, stopped the car, and asked Midorima, "Where was that just now?" what happened?"

How could it be Akashi and Saiki?Do they look alike?

Midorima sat on the cart, held the green onion and thought for a while, feeling that it was really difficult to explain this complicated relationship.

"Saiki belongs to Akashi..." Midorima succinctly told the background of the story, "...that Saiki just now is also very similar to Akashi."

"I see!" Takao showed a subtle expression of admiration, "As expected of the captain of the Age of Miracles, his vision is really extraordinary..."

"...Are you really praising Akashi?"

Midorima realized that Takao seemed to have misunderstood Akashi as a narcissist. In order to restore the reputation of the Age of Miracles, Midorima wanted to explain a few more words.

But after thinking about it, it seemed that what Takao thought was indeed a certain fact.

Green room fell into silence.

Gao Wei felt that he seemed to know some shocking secret, so he was startled, did not dare to speak any more, and buried himself in the cart.

... The tires of the cart continued to spin.

Midorima sat in the car, put the scallions aside, and meditated for a moment in a "thinker" pose.

Then he took out his mobile phone, boarded the line, and sent Akashi a message without beginning or end.

Shintaro Midorima: Akashi, I did something sorry for you today.

After sending the message, Midorima didn't think deeply about the bad association that this sentence might cause Akashi, so he put away the phone and picked up the green onion again.

...No matter what, the lucky thing cannot leave the body.