The correct way to attack the villain

Today, for the students of Abyss College, no matter who they are, it is an extremely special day.

It can be seen from the fact that Eredar didn't skip class directly to Gotham after class at noon.

They will draw their graduation tasks today. Because of the official situation, the difficulty factor of the tasks will be relatively high, and the students will have a whole vacation to complete the tasks.

The teaching purpose of Abyss Academy is chaotic neutrality, because after the students graduate, they will face a choice again—become a villain, or return to a normal life.

This is the biggest bottom line stipulated by the school, to safeguard the last human rights of these little villains.

Only those who pass the graduation examination can have the right to choose.

In the self-cultivation dogma of the Abyss Alliance, human rights have always been something that only successful people can have.

"I heard that this task is carried out in groups."

In order to prevent Eredar, who had no check-in record, from being baked dry by the noon sun in Paradise Bay, Mudface generously took him back to his dormitory, and the clown in a purple suit was blown limp at the end of the bed by the air-conditioning wind.

The bed was occupied, Mudface had no choice but to sit on the sofa that was obviously too small for him, and browse the college intranet while talking.

Eredar lay on the bed and said lazily: "That's good, our student numbers should be grouped together?" Saying this, he glanced at a photo frame at the end of the bed from the corner of the eye.

In the frame was a photo of a tall and handsome black police officer in uniform holding a gun and saluting to the camera.

Eredar's eyes lit up as if he had discovered a new world: "Hey, Mudface, is this you?"

"If there is no accident, I think it should be." Mudface stretched out his hand to cover the photo frame, obviously unwilling to mention the forgotten memory of his past. "The announcement on the intranet said that this time the grouping is based on grades. .”

Eredar stretched out his hand to break the big hand that the muddy face was pressing on the photo frame, and broke it a few times, but to no avail, he had to give up, and then said nonchalantly: "Then it will be graded. Are there any students in the college who have five consecutive F's?"

Clayface: "No, but there is one out of four."

Eredar: "Who?"

Clayface: "Killer Moth."

Eredar's relaxed expression froze on his face.

Then he paused word by word: "Kill, hand, moth?!"

Clayface: "If there are no accidents..."

The clown, who was so calm at first, exploded in an instant: "You mean I'm going to be with one, with one, covered in pink nail polish, wearing an 80s pink bee suit, and looking in the mirror once an hour on average, especially Only a person with the special ability to spray insect liquid from his moth ass will carry out a task related to my future, future, and even life???"

Mudface: "Calm down, do you have some misunderstanding about Killer Moth, in fact, besides that disgusting special ability, he can-"

Eredar: "What else?"

Mudface: "I can still cheer you on later."

Eredar: "NO——!"

So the three hours when the waiting list was announced became the most tormented moment for eredar.As if suffering from some kind of anxiety disorder, he started pacing up and down the room non-stop, making Muddy Face restless.

Until the moment when the three o'clock clock struck in the college, Mudface put on his communicator, bid farewell to Eredar, who couldn't bear to see the truth, and waited for news from him in the corridor of the dormitory, and went to the teaching building alone. Walk.

The bulletin board downstairs in the teaching building was already full of graduates of this year. After the electronic bulletin board was refreshed, the bunny girl was the first to look over it.

Then came the regretful voice of Killer Moth: "It's a pity, Jaina, you are not with Osborn."

The bunny girl curled her lips: "It's okay, at least the other party's surname is Zemo."

As she said that, she couldn't help looking down curiously, wanting to see who the young master would be grouped with in the end.

She was not the only one who was equally curious.

It seems that this mysterious little green goblin has become the hottest figure in the entire academy.

Then, they saw it in the last row.

Eredar-Osborn.

Bunny Girl: "?"

"????"

Meanwhile, the college dormitory hallway.

"Osborn? Osborne? Osborne? Are you reading that right?"

Mudface allowed the second-generation clown to come up excitedly and shake his shoulders, but he remained motionless: "It's Osborne. And I have to remind you—"

Eredar: "Long live Osborne!!!"

Clayface: "He's right behind you."

The end of Eredar's unfinished voice suddenly stopped.

Then turn your head.

Behind him, Osborne stood at the top of the stairs, with his back to the light, and behind him was the scorching sun of Little Paradise Bay.

There is also John the Little Fireman. He stands next to Osborn, with a suppressed smile on his face, and a small fire leaks from his ear holes from time to time.

The atmosphere was so embarrassing that it became solid, Eredar waved his hand tentatively: "...hi?"

Of course there will be no response.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

Osborn looked at the clown in front of him who was wearing an exaggerated and funny purple dress, a green wig, and his face was covered in paint. He only paused for a while, and then turned around without hesitation.

gone.

When the two disappeared around the corner, Eredar heard John's eardrum-shattering laughter.

Eredar withdrew her gaze and looked at Mudface: "What should I do, I feel like I made a bad first impression on my teammates?"

"It's more than bad." Mudface stood there, hesitant to speak for a while, and then suddenly said, "Does Killer Moth know that you're gay?"

Eredar: "Probably maybe, you know?"

Mudface: "Oh.

"Then you're done."

Eredar: "???"

Why does he have the feeling that his EQ has been greatly lowered?

……

"Today is probably the last time you will sit in this classroom and listen to the teacher speak—of course, I am talking about a small number of people."

In the classroom, Rui Wen, the class teacher, went straight to the topic: "I believe you all know the importance of this task. It is related to whether you can be promoted to the Abyss Alliance after completing it, so please take it seriously. I don't want to see someone cheating. You can invite Foreign aid, but I hope your foreign aid is on the same level as you, instead of borrowing dozens of biochemical humans from your parents to perfuse the teacher group. I'm talking about you, Mr. Zemo, if this time If you still behave like this, I will directly give you zero points."

Next, the second generation of Zemo pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Each group has two tasks, and the team members are required to complete them together. Then, the team members whose names are called, come up and get the task card."

The classroom fell into silence, only teacher Ruiwen's name-calling remained.

The mission card issued by the college is a unique electronic chip connected to the college's intranet. It can be stretched, and the smallest can be reduced to the size of a grain of rice. It has a certain monitoring function. The only requirement is that the students need to wear it all the time during the mission. Beware of accidents among students and prevent cheating.

Osborne was the first in the student list, and the electronic chips of the team members were put together, so it was logical to take down Eredar's share and hand it to Eredar.

"Thank you."

The chip, which was originally only the size of a finger, became smaller after being separated, and when Eredar took it, it was inevitable that it would touch Osborn's finger.The touch of the fingertips is probably one of the most obvious places on the whole body. Eredar didn't respond, but felt that the fingers of the other party were a little cold.In contrast, Osborne's reaction was relatively large.

He took his whole hand back.

Then frowned.

Eredar didn't notice this, and the moment he took the chip, all his attention was attracted by the chip.

Press the red button on the chip, and the virtual light screen immediately casts a line of words.

"Abyss College 5F-level graduation assessment task - create a small street chaos."

Eredar raised an eyebrow.

After accepting countless pre-settings of "this assessment is very severe" and "this task is very difficult", let's look at this task again-is it too easy?

He couldn't help stretching his neck forward to look at the chip on Mudface's hand: "What's your mission?"

Clayface: "Assault on the Life Insurance Building."

Unexpectedly simple, Eredar retracted his neck in disappointment.

Then, impatiently curious, he moved a little closer to Osborn: "Where's yours?"

Osborn didn't speak, and kept the distance between the two of them calmly, then put the chip on the table and pressed the red button.

Eredar propped his chin with one hand: "If you are grouped by level, I don't think yours should be too difficult."

As soon as the voice fell, he saw it.

"Abyss College 5S-level graduation assessment task——

Assault on Arkham. "