A Giant Baby's Road to Heroes[Comprehensive]

When Hong Jiaodong opened his eyes on the bed, his first reaction was to exclaim, "Dead handle wood?!"

When he sat up, he pressed his palms, but now was not the time to pay attention to that. He looked around and was relieved at the first glance, and Shikuragi was lying next to him.

It may be that for the convenience of care, the two were moved to the same bed.

The room is hung with Xiongying's high school uniform, a cabinet of game consoles, and half a bag of potato chips on the table. You can tell who the owner of the room is at a glance, "It's very personal style of yours."

If someone who knew Hong Jiao Dong was present, he would be amazed by the gentleness and smile in his tone. Would the voice of Hong Jiao Dong, who is famous for his cold wind, also have this kind of warmth?

The black clothes on his body were a little small, clinging uncomfortably, but when he thought of whose clothes it was, he felt happy again, Hong Jiaodong even wanted to raise his sleeves to smell it, he was embarrassed by his own thought and quickly diverted his attention.

Looking at the dead handle wood next to him, he was injured in the neck and the position below the left collarbone, with layers of white bandages wrapped around him, and the previous blood stains had been cleaned up, which shows the care of the people who treated him.

Seemingly uncomfortable, Shigaraki's eyebrows were slightly furrowed and his face was pale, adding a sense of weakness and decadence.

Ordinary Niigaragi is careless, even a little reckless, but without his mocking smile, he is actually just a teenager, a handsome student with an immature air.

Under the beautiful skin is a child-like temper, as if it has not grown since the age of five, but it is also capable, calm and powerful.

Too special to ignore him, as always.

Hong Jiaodong stared at Shigangmu's quiet face, not knowing whether he was sleeping or fainting, but giving himself a chance to watch, Hong Jiaodong leaned over and lay down on the bed to size him up.

Soft hair, light eyebrows, fair skin, a small mole on the lower right corner of the mouth.

His lips were a little pale due to excessive blood loss, Hong Jiaodong wondered if Sigangmu's lips were cold, and he felt a sense of irritability again, just like he wanted to smell his sleeves before.

This time he couldn't hold back, and gently touched his index finger to Niigaragi's lips, and found that,

"So soft..."

It wasn't cold, but warm and soft, and Hong Jiaodong stared at his fingers in amazement.

Perhaps feeling something on his face, Niugaragi moved his lips and opened his eyes without warning.

The eyeball turned slightly to the right, and the cute face of the elf ball came into view, as if a child saw something surprising.

"It's noisy."

"what."

The laziness of just waking up was in the voice of Siganmu, and the corners of his mouth raised a little, "Pokeball, thank you for today."

It was just because the voice was a little lower, but it sounded like she was acting like a baby.

As the girls in the same class said, Nikuragi's voice is really nice, and at the same time very seductive.

Hong Jiaodong's brain exploded, those silent and beautiful facial features couldn't compare to this dynamic murmur, and he made a movement that Shigangmu couldn't have imagined.

He quickly and firmly hugged the dead handle wood.

Dead Karaki: "Hello..."

He was eager to say the words that had been in his arms for a long time.

"Listen to me, I've known you since we were five years old, so I was very happy when I was in your class. I care about you very much, very, very much."

"I've always wanted to find you one day, have you really forgotten?"

"Remember, turn the arc!"

Being hugged almost out of breath, Karagi has no impression of what Hong Jiaodong said.

The memory before the age of five has long been fragmented after the previous accident, leaving only a few fragments related to the family, and they did not inherit it when they experienced childhood again.

But is it necessary to be so persistent about things between two children?

Shigangmu felt that Hong Jiaodong was making a fuss over a molehill.

"I don't remember, and it's not something important, let me go." The bones are aching.

Hong Jiaodong let go of him with a stiff arm, and he saw Sigangmu's usual indifferent look on his face, and he emphasized with some annoyance:

"No, it's very important to me, don't say it so lightly."

"Huh? Things between children, it's all right, there's nothing wrong with it."

The person who is being suppressed is a dead man, and the person who is condescending is also a dead man. It seems that everyone is just discussing an unimportant matter.

Isn't it like being a fool who has been caring about the past?

"Forget other people's feelings, I hate your indifference!" Hong Jiaodong yelled at Sigangmu.

"Huh? Since you hate my words, go back, brat!"

Inexplicably talking to himself, inexplicably losing his temper with me, with red eyes and an aggrieved look, are you trying to push me into the role of a villain?

Babysitting is dead, this Poke Ball!

Siganmu will not probe into other people's minds, he is troublesome and hates communication, and he will never bow his head.

He turned his back and ignored Hong Jiaodong, and soon heard the rustling sound of getting up, and the loud sound of the door being slammed shut.

The loud sound made Sigangmu frowned, and the momentary silence made him feel uncomfortable.

Why did the Poké Ball look happy to find a treasure just after waking up, but soon changed its face as if the wind was blowing.

I scratched my hair and couldn't figure it out.

"Ah, I'm so annoying!"

Just don't think about it, Sigangmu closed his eyes and continued to sleep without any psychological burden.

The pain from the wound infiltrated into the dream, and she didn't sleep peacefully at first.

The back gradually sank into a state of deep sleep, like falling into an abyss without support, falling endlessly, and floating in the water.

It finally reached the bottom, the sun was behind the extreme darkness, the eyes were stimulated by the light, the breeze and the sound of cicadas came from the ears, and the skin became hot.

When he opened his eyes, he realized that he was standing.

The glare of the sun in the courtyard illuminates the graceful camellias and deepens the shadows under the leaves. I can no longer be familiar with it. This is my home.

Niigaragi suddenly realized that his body was inexplicably light. He looked down and saw white short sleeves, black shorts, and a pair of small feet wearing sneakers.

"What's the matter, I'm back to being a child again." Sigangmu put his head in his hands and cursed with gnashed teeth, but the soft and waxy voice wiped out most of the power, and it only made people feel a little cute.

Zai Tai was chasing his own tail under the tree, the dog was still as stupid as ever.

Dead Karaki poked the hem of the clothes with his fingers, and the clothes were intact, indicating that this was before the awakening of personality.

Shigangmu guessed that he had entered a time loop and would never grow up?

Unable to understand the meaning of his return this time, he left the stuffy courtyard and walked into the house.

As soon as he opened the door of the living room, he saw his young parents entertaining guests. It was none other than Andeva.

Sitting there, he casually glanced at Shigangmu, although he was polite, but the indelible arrogance still made him feel uncomfortable.

Father Diao pulled Sidangmu into his arms to introduce himself to Andeva. At this time, Sidangmu had basically guessed the reason why he returned to this point in time.

Sure enough, the next second Hanging Father said: "The two young masters of the Hong family are in your room. The elder brother is Deng Ya, and the younger brother is Jiao Dong. Go and get acquainted with them and get along well."

Sure enough.

Why do I have to play house with children?

The dead handle wood thought to the earth.

He responded and went out, eavesdropping behind the door.

It was Andawa who spoke first, and his tone was rarely sincere: "Shimura, regarding the mission I just mentioned, I hope you can help me. Both of you and your wife are smart people with such excellent reconnaissance skills. We all hope to get it." Your assistance."

"Yanji, my wife and I have not participated in the mission of professional heroes for a long time." Hanging Father said awkwardly.

Andwar did not retreat, and continued to say how difficult the case was and how pitiful the people who suffered were.

"...I see, if we can help." Shimura and his wife finally relented.

A blue tendon popped out of Sigangmu's head.

Don't compromise!

Damn, that guy Andwar actually put pressure on my parents.

He almost wanted to kick open the door and say, "Leave troublesome things to professional heroes, don't bring trouble to my family."

Hanging mother said: "Since there is a task, you shouldn't take the child out together, it's so dangerous."

"Well, well, the fourth son was injured a little recently, and he was not in a good mood. I wanted to take this opportunity to take him out to relax, so I brought out the eldest son who can take care of him." When he said this, An Deva's tone was a little reluctant.

Hanging mother seemed to sneer lightly: "It means being boiled water..." "There is no need to say this." At this time, Hanging father stopped his wife from saying the next thing.

The room became very quiet for a while, and if even Shigaoki standing outside the door could feel the embarrassment, the atmosphere would be really embarrassing.

Dead handle wood has almost understood, and Andewa came here with two oil bottles to carry out the task, this is the opportunity to meet Hong Jiaodong.

Because before the awakening of personality, so there is no impression.

What would the five-year-old Hong Jiao Dong look like?The round face is more like a poke ball?

Thinking of this, Shikaragi suddenly found it funny, he climbed up to the second floor with his short legs, and opened the door of his room.

Sure enough, at a glance, I saw the Poké Ball sitting peacefully in front of the side table, with half of its white hair facing Siganmu. From the side, it can be seen that the face still has a little baby fat, and the expression is a little dull.

But when he turned his face away, Shigangmu was slightly frightened, the thick gauze was wrapped under the red bangs, which almost covered half of his face.

Huh?

It turns out that the left half of the face of the Poké Ball was burned?

Thought it was a birthmark.

Elf Ball stood up, bowed respectfully to Sigangmu, and said, "Excuse me."

The Pokéball that was still yelling at him half an hour ago, now greeted him politely, this contrast almost made Niigaragi laugh.

He suddenly felt that it was not such a bad thing to wear at this point.

There were soft footsteps approaching from behind, and Sigangmu looked back, he was a twelve or thirteen-year-old child. Although Sigangmu was a lot shorter than others, it did not prevent him from treating himself as an adult.

The child was the first to say hello: "Is this Mr. Zhuan arc? Don't take the liberty to bother me. I am Hong Deng Ya, and this is my younger brother Hong Jiao Dong." The arc of his smile made Shi Gangmu feel a little familiar.

The eldest son of the Hong family?

Seems like I've seen it somewhere.

Shikuragi carefully looked at the person in front of him. He had black soft hair and handsome features. Although he was still small, he had a good proportion. He should be tall when he grew up.

If you just rely on the face, you can't match it, but there is that familiar feeling, as if a point in the head is about to explode, but it is just a little bit closer to revealing the answer.

Black hair, blue eyes, 7 to 8 years older than me, tall.

Shikuraki's heart jumped up suddenly.

"I said, what is your personality?"

Tomotoya was surprised by the sudden question, then raised his hand,

The movement of raising his hand was also familiar to Shikuragi.

He said in a slightly lower voice,

The tone of speech is also familiar to Shigaoki.

"It's blue fire." With a bang, there was a blue flame in Hong Dengya's palm.

...It's Dabi.

Tomoya: "Huh? Why do you look disgusted?"

With that said, Nikuragi remembered two things.

One is that during the street fight with Stein, Dabi was stunned when he saw the poke ball, which meant that he recognized the poke ball as his younger brother.

The other thing is that Shigaraki woke up once because of the pain when the black mist was healing. Of course he woke up and lost his temper. He saw Dabi put his hand on the head of the poke ball.

At that time, Niigaragi thought he was checking whether the poke ball had a fever, but thinking about it now, Dabi just wanted to touch his brother.

Why didn't Dabi go back to Hong's house, and got injured all over his body?

Shikuraki doesn't understand, are young people these days so rebellious?

But if Andewa was my father, I might run away from home too.

Shigaraki thought.

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Little Theater - High School Camp

When camping, Dead Handwood and Elf Ball lived in a tent, and Elf Ball asked Dead Handwood if he had ever kissed a man.

Akaragi, who had no experience of kissing, felt insulted and sat outside the tent all night in anger.Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

50 bottles of Cunninghamia chinensis; 30 bottles of Cross Dice, Bailu Lingling Ye Shangshuang; 1 bottle of Baixie;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!