[Comprehensive] I can't keep my hero license

I didn't expect that there would be a scene of you chasing me today.So don't say that you don't have a headset, even the clothes are stumbling.

Whenever this happens, I am extremely envious of the personalities of other heroes.

At least when they are chasing the target, they can fly around in the air without worrying about too many people losing the target.

And I can only see Lv.3 shaking slightly on the boy's head.

... Gan, I should have pulled Liu Daokuo to help me stop people just now.

When I said sorry to the passerby I accidentally bumped into for the nth time, I watched the young man clutching his stomach and running hard turn a corner and disappear from my field of vision.

I don't think so.

So I let my imagination run wild and assumed that boy was a delicious takoyaki.

I swear, even when I was being chased by Katsuki Bakugo, I never ran so fast.

However, what I didn't expect was that the next second, when I turned the corner, I was frightened by the person who suddenly appeared in front of me and sat on the ground.

I must have had an indissoluble feud with the city of Yokohama in my previous life.

"What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

When I looked up and saw the culprit who made me sit on the ground, I paused at the same time as the culprit, but asked in a slightly raised tone.

After two seconds of silence, the culprit bent slightly and stretched out his hand to me. I used my strength to jump up from the ground, then moved aside and stood on tiptoe to look towards the end of the street.

it is good.

I lost track.

As I started to give up on myself, I simply restrained my personality.

"What are you looking at?" The culprit in front of me, well, in other words, Zhong Yuanzhong also asked me with a frown.

"Did you see what the boy who ran past just now looked like? I saw that the pattern on the envelope he was holding was the same as the pattern on the letter received by the boy who was involved in the bombing case three days ago. Yes." I asked.

After returning to the Supernatural Secret Service Section three days ago, I wanted to sleep and then ask Mr. Sakaguchi Ango the next morning what can be said and what can’t be said, but as soon as I entered the door, I saw him staring at the dark circles and holding a cup of coffee from the corridor. He walked by.

I heard from the ladies of the Supernatural Secret Service Division that no one has ever seen Senior Sakaguchi go to sleep... Is it true that he will not die from overwork?

Nakahara Chuya's blue eyes moved, and unlike me, who was loveless, there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips, "Is this?"

He stretched out his hand in his pocket, holding the off-white envelope between two fingers.

"That guy is a repeat offender." He explained, "I'm still wondering how the guy stole it into a letter this time... However, the pattern on this one is different from the one three days ago."

He handed the letter to me.

I took a look, and it seemed to be different.

...No, I think I read it right?

And has Zhongyuan Chuya changed his gender?I remember that when someone shouted to catch a thief on the road before, this guy usually kicked some unlucky thief away and then grabbed his "corpse" and gave it to the police officer who came.

I took the letter, thinking that since it had nothing to do with the explosion three days ago, should I send it to the Lost and Found Office, I think no one would steal a letter... Then Just pray that the boy just now will go to the lost and found office.

"Aren't you going on a business trip?" I folded the letter in half, stuffed it into the pocket of my skirt, and then raised my head and asked Nakahara Nakaya.

Although, as I said earlier, going out with Nakahara Nakaya in private is simply deadly, but Nakahara Nakaya will occasionally send me messages on LINE.

For example, two days ago, I received the news that he was sent by the leader of their port mafia to go on a business trip to Hokkaido.

The brown-haired man froze for a moment, but quickly replied, "Things are not as difficult as imagined, so I came back early."

I stared at him for three seconds.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was being stared at inexplicably, also turned his eyes away. He stretched out his fingers to shave his cheeks, his eyes averted, "Well, do you want to go shopping?"

After he said these words, I finally remembered my purpose of coming out today.

—I am very bored.

After thinking for 0.1 second, I nodded in agreement with Chuya Nakahara's proposal.Although I think he looks a little weird today.

However, I had no contact with Zhongyuan Zhongya for a month before. This is probably the legendary three days of farewell to Shibu, and I must be... Wait, this sentence doesn't seem to be used in this way.

If Sakaguchi Ango-senpai accidentally saw the picture of me pulling Nakahara Chuya to eat a small cake on the surveillance camera, it would be troublesome to explain, but... for the free small cake! ! !

While happily humming my own song praising cheesecake, Nakahara Nakaya came to a nearby cafe.

After ordering two cakes for myself and kindly packing one for my elder brother [who kindly came to Yokohama to see me but was left at the intersection by me], I squinted my eyes contentedly.

What, what do you say if I order two and it's wasted if I can't finish it?

There is no such thing as food waste.

After all, in order to eat all the delicious food, I often use my personality to weaken the feeling of being full.Aside from the painful few hours of sexual contact after eating, the process was beautiful.

I think I'm really talented.

This is probably the reason why even though I am just a humble LV.4, my ability to master personality is similar to that of LV.7.

The brisk song from the tea commercial in the afternoon was playing in the coffee shop on a loop. After the cute young lady in uniform brought the cake in front of me, I couldn't wait to activate my personality again.

"If you don't order it, I'll just eat it for you to see." I scooped up a piece of cake with a small fork, and asked Nakahara Chuya briskly.

And just as I looked up at him, my hand holding the fork froze.

【"Before I arrive, don't give the information to anyone."】

【"Don't believe your eyes, Hanazaki."】

When I was on the tarmac that day, the deep voice of Mr. Sakaguchi Ango rang in my ears again accompanied by the sound of electric current.

At that time, I guessed that there were probably enemies who could recognize the appearance of familiar people at will, and because of this, they misunderstood Chuya Nakahara.

Although I didn't ask Senior Ango Sakaguchi about this matter, and he didn't seem to want to tell me, but... I think I probably guessed right.

"What are you staring at, Aoi?" The brown-haired man in front of me frowned, his beautiful blue eyes were full of doubts, and he looked straight at me.

He looks exactly like the Zhong Yuan Zhong I remember.

——Except for the LV.8 logo above his head.

Grades don't lie.

I came back to my senses, blinked my eyes and smiled, "No, it just occurred to me that my brother doesn't seem to like the little cake I chose."

I don't know what my expression looks like now.

After all, I'm really not good at lying.

I reached into my pocket with one hand hanging under the table, and dialed someone's phone by feeling.

Anyway, anyone is fine.

"Are you on the phone, Aoi?"

The man's familiar voice sounded, mixed with a little smile, but it made me shudder.

[Nakahara Chuya]'s eyes dimmed, and the curve of his lips deepened, "It's not necessary."

As he finished speaking, I heard the screams of the crowd.

The door of the coffee shop was pushed open, and the wind chime hanging on the door made a slight crisp sound, and a boy with a bomb strapped to his body stood not far away.

People screamed and ran out of the coffee shop, avoiding the boy, and [Nakahara Chuya] opposite me seemed to have no intention of stopping him.

That was the boy I was chasing and running away just now.

This time I saw him clearly.

His amber eyes were wide with fear, and tears rolled in his eyes, but they never fell.The boy's pale lips trembled, and I saw myself in his eyes full of despair.

"Help, save me."

【"help me."】

The voice of my childhood echoed in my ears.

My pupils narrowed suddenly, and the fork in my hand fell on the table.

"If you don't run away, you won't have a chance, you?" said [Chuya Nakahara] across from me, dragging his chin with one hand, and seemed to appreciate my expression at this moment.

Probably because there was no need for a disguise, he let go of his personality and showed his original appearance.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that the picture on the screen of the tall building next to me changed. To be precise, it was the screens of all the broadcasts that changed.

——It became the real-time monitoring of this coffee shop.

In an instant I understood what he meant.

I can't escape.

As a hero, I cannot leave behind those who ask for my help.

Moreover, the hero abandons the person calling for help in order to save his life under the watchful eyes-such behavior is bound to intensify the conflict between the public and the hero.

"Are you anti-social?" I said calmly to the enemy in front of me.

He paused, the sound of a pistol being loaded rang out in the quiet air, the black muzzle was aimed at my head, but before the bullet penetrated my head, it fell on the table because of my personality .

The enemy in front of me was silent for a while, then threw the gun in his hand aside, "Is that so, your personality is as interesting as the information says."

"However, if this is the case, the game won't be fun at all." He propped up the table and stood up slowly, with one hand in his pocket, "Why don't we formulate new rules for the game."

I'm too lazy to complain about him.

And my desire to rant dies as soon as he pulls the little black disc from his pocket with one gloved hand.

This is very similar to the transmitter that Kai Teng Shun held in his hand last time. The only difference is that instead of a flashing indicator light in the middle, there is a red button.

"If you use personality, that child will die."

I paused, turned my head to look at the boy not far away, and then turned my head to look at the person in front of me.

"If it explodes here, you will die, right?" I asked quite optimistically.

And after I finished saying this, the face of the enemy in front of me suddenly became agitated, "The hypocritical existence of a hero should have been exposed long ago!!" "If that lord's great goal can be realized, my kind A humble life is but..."

He didn't finish his sentence.Because he changed the principle of "a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands" and kicked over the table in front of him.

I turned sideways, supported the chair with one hand and flipped backwards, but just as I landed, I saw him kick me.

I reached out and blocked it.Don't tell me, it really hurts not to have a personality.

There was a bang in the air, and the faint smell of gunpowder smoke entered my nostrils along with the smell of blood.

Severe pain came from my shoulder, and I clenched my fists suddenly.

I wanted to secretly use my personality to weaken my pain, but when I staggered up from the ground clutching my shoulders, I met the boy's misty eyes again.

【help me. 】

I suddenly understood why Midoriya, who was clearly a good-for-nothing, ran to save Katsuki Bakugo who was possessed by [silt] while crying.

[Because of Xiaosheng, you showed an expression asking for help! 】

I lowered my eyes slightly and clicked my tongue softly.

If this boy died because of my secret use of personality...

I couldn't continue to think about it, because the next second, the enemy in front of me kicked away my hand that was still working hard for now, and kicked me in the stomach.My back smashes the seat, and the glass that falls to the floor shatters into pieces and digs into my skin.

I knew I was going to die one day, I just didn't think I would die like this.

...I used to think I was going to be stuffed.

Although I know it's not cool to cry my nose at this time, the strange pain that hits my whole body still makes my eyes turn red.

The leather shoes slapped the ground, and a middle-aged man stood in front of me. He aimed his gun at my head this time, "If you say you want to run away, I will consider letting you go. Say it!!! You heroes!! You are nothing but hypocritical and disgusting existences!! Speak!!!"

His words made my heart skip a beat.

I stared at him for a while, then parted my lips and smiled, although I thought my smile must be ugly now.

"Anyway, my dream used to be to become a hero like All Might."

The man's expression became distorted for a moment, his finger on the trigger moved, and I guess he was going to press it in about a second.

I think I'm a little bit reconciled.

Erlang's birthday is next week, and I haven't had time to send out the surprise gift I prepared for her.

I haven't helped Little Angel Hong to catch up with the little girl he likes.

Nor did he realize his ultimate dream of beating himself up.

……

And the big pig's hoof of Zhongya Zhongyuan.

I was angry with him for nothing for a month, and I still haven't made up for it.

I closed my eyes, the sound of the bullet being fired and a loud bang sounded at the same time, the expected pain did not come.

I raised my eyes curiously.

While the smoke and dust were flying, the fog in front of my eyes dissipated, and the figure of a brown-haired man appeared in front of me.

On his head was the stupid top hat that had never changed for thousands of years, and his hair was a little messy.He holds the shiny phone in his black gloved hand, and the screen is the interface with me.

The broken controller lay quietly at the man's feet.

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned his back to me, his outline covered with red light.I couldn't see his expression, but I could hear his terrifying murderous intent from his low voice.

"Start with my stuff."

"Are you prepared to be crushed by gravity?"

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My name is Chuluye Laixia.

16 years old this year.

I'm a genius writer—not that I'm bragging, I've already won the Naoki Prize, Akutagawa Prize, Edogawa Rampo Prize, etc. the highest awards in various literary fields since I was 16 years old.

To make things right, I have also won many other literary awards with high bonuses, such as the Izumi Kyoka Literary Award, the Tanizaki Junichiro Literary Award, and the Kawabata Yasunari Literary Award.

If I lived a few more years, the Nobel Prize for Literature might be mine.

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On the road, I met two people named Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Atsushi Nakajima who were fighting and almost killed me by mistake.

The neurotic suicide lover picked up in the river calls himself Osamu Dazai.

Is this a group of neuropathy? ? ?

The literature award I won has become a piece of waste paper, and the prize money is useless.

Fortunately, I am a subhuman, and I can earn a living by selling organs, and I can sell two kidneys at a time.

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