[Comprehensive] I can't keep my hero license

After the last Chrysanthemum House incident, Ango Sakaguchi probably felt ashamed of me for several days in a row.

But now I'm a mature salted fish, and it's time to learn to turn over by myself.

After being rescued by Chuya Nakahara in the coffee shop incident last time, I decided to get rid of the title of shame of my Hero Class A.

Thinking this way, I pondered for hours and failed to figure out the training method, so I asked for help from my former homeroom teacher Shota Aizawa who hadn’t left Yokohama yet. After being so surprised, he formulated a brutal physical training plan for me.

And before leaving, in front of me who was lying on the ground unable to move, he told Hong Jiao Dong, who was also one of his former students, expressionlessly, "Don't release water on her during the battle training."

The little angel Hong Jiaodong was slightly taken aback, and looked down at me with a little sympathy, but he quickly nodded firmly and said, "I understand."

On the first day after Aizawa Shouta and other heroes scattered back to various places to continue investigating the traces of Prynne and Fyodor, I returned to the dormitory from the training room and closed the door. The frog head on the bed was startled.

The latter didn't feel scary at all, and even raised his hand expressionlessly and said "Yo".

The air froze for two seconds. Before I could even come back to what to say, the frog-headed boy frowned, raised his hand to pinch his nose, and moved into my bed in disgust. Nodding, "Senior [-], have you gone to fight? It stinks to death."

I picked up the photo frame next to it and threw it on the frog's head. Unfortunately, the photo frame passed through the green-haired boy's headgear and turned over on my quilt.

Me: "Why are you here?"

Fran thought about it very seriously, and then said in a natural tone: "Because there is no monitoring here."

I started to panic and said, "So you've been here all this time?"

Didn't he also see the scene of me dancing in the dormitory when I was happy?

...No, that doesn't seem to be the point.

I imitated the serious tone of the elders to teach the younger ones, "Did you learn badly from that guy Liudaomu, and you will be arrested and sent to the police station for infringing on other people's right to privacy."

Huh, speaking of it, that guy Liu Dao Mukuro doesn't seem to have appeared in my mind for a long time.

The frog-headed boy showed a fearless expression, "ME is also a mafia after all, and it would be too embarrassing for a mafia to be caught in the police station."

I looked at him in silence for a while, took a few steps forward, and patted his shoulder earnestly, "I don't know if you've heard the story about children who tell lies and their noses grow longer."

Frog-headed boy: "ME is serious. A few days ago, ME went to jail."

I decided not to argue with him about the authenticity, "Then why are you back now? Are you afraid of being arrested?"

The frog-headed boy who heard my question was taken aback. Although his expression was still calm, his tone was slightly aggrieved. He raised his finger and pointed to the three small holes on his frog's head, "I was chased away by Master!" came back."

I nodded thoughtfully, guessing that the three holes were probably poked by Liudao Mukuro's trident.

Fran continued: "Senior [-] already knows about Bai Lan. Master said that Senior [-] has a bad mind and likes to give up on himself. After teaching you for so long, you only learned the superficial aspects of illusion. It would be too much trouble if the sugar monster abducted."

He stood up while talking, and patted me on the shoulder just like I did just now, "Senior [-] really doesn't have the talent to learn illusion... so prevent Senior [-] from being abducted by the cotton candy monster The task is handed over to ME, the number one illusionist of the assassination unit."

I snorted, "To be honest, my current illusion might be stronger than Liu Dao Mu."

The frog-headed boy tilted his head and looked at me strangely, "Did you have any strange dreams again, senior [-]?"

Since I drew Sharingan last time, although I haven't shown it to anyone, I have quietly tried to use its ability in the training room.

It's the price that's more expensive.

Since it took me half an hour to figure out how to get Amaterasu back, nearly half of the seventh training ground of the Supernatural Agent Division was burned down by me.

When Ango Sakaguchi came to inspect it, his glasses even reflected the light, and he found a solution very quickly - deducting the maintenance fee from my entrustment money.

The little sister who was following Ango Sakaguchi waited until Ango Sakaguchi left, and said to me with a sad face, 【"Since you Hanazaki came, I feel that Ango-sama's hairline is getting higher and higher."】

@无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Wait, now doesn't seem to be the time to discuss how I harmed Ango Sakaguchi. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Last time at the Chrysanthemum House, after Osamu Dazai threw the USB flash drive to Nakahara Chuya, full of curiosity, I followed Nakahara Chuya to the port mafia to check the information.

And I really want to know how much information Dazai Osamu collected about me and the Estoraneo family.

At that time, Nakahara Chuya seemed to be in a good mood, at least he didn't reject my proposal, and took advantage of his superpowers to hug me for 3 minutes and returned to the headquarters of the Port Mafia.

I think the Port Mafia guys are pretty good.

When they saw me who came back with Zhongya Nakahara, they didn't treat me as a transparent person like last time, but stood up straight in unison, with their hands behind their backs, and slightly lowered their heads and shouted "Hello, sister-in-law." .

I happily waved my hand and replied subconsciously, "You have worked hard."

Zhong Yuanzhong also glanced at me, and flicked my forehead mercilessly, "Don't get too carried away."

I really didn't get carried away for long.

When seeing the information in the USB flash drive, not only Chuya Nakahara, but also myself was full of doubts.

[Number 73429, successfully matched, grade A, will join with No. 69 in the plan to resist the Silvia family. ]

[...The actual battle was successful, and a total of 103 enemies were eliminated. ]

Me: "When did I become so strong?... What kind of false information did that guy Dazai collect? Ah, it can't be that [Bai Lan] saw this false information and then targeted me?"

Hearing my puzzled tone, the brown-haired man looked up at me, his face lit up by the computer screen.Nakahara was not like me, he didn't seem to doubt the authenticity of the information collected by Osamu Dazai, he just frowned and asked, "You don't remember?"

I replied, of course, "Why should I remember things that didn't happen?"

What resistance, what family's actual combat, in my memory, I have never even left the laboratory of the Estoraneo family.

In order to emphasize the authenticity of what I said, I continued to talk to Nakahara Nakaya, "I still remember this important thing very clearly. I still remember the color of the lipstick you put on six years ago."

Zhong Yuan paused, and then crushed the mouse with his bare hands.

I believe you must remember what I said, I really want to see what Nakahara Nakaya looks like in my strawberry nightdress, so I looked at the already-existing Nakahara with a fiery and longing look on my 16th birthday. It's my boyfriend's 16-year-old Chuya Nakahara.

At that time, Zhong Yuan Zhong also paused for a moment, then pulled the nightgown from my hand, and yelled at me angrily, 【"Huh?! What are you kidding!!"】

Central Plains is always duplicity.

I believe that as long as I try harder, I can succeed.

If Osamu Dazai, who appeared out of nowhere, rolled around on the ground laughing, and almost lost his breath and carried it back.

Nakahara Nakahara, who would never die in front of Dazai, angrily rejected my birthday wish.

I had no choice but to put the lipstick that I don't know who gave me into his hand.

"Is this something important—?!?" The red-haired man sitting in front of the screen yelled back at me with red earlobes.

I gave him a thumbs up: "I call important things that can only happen once in a lifetime, unless you are willing to paint it again."

The brown-haired man sneered, "Oh, I haven't settled the matter with you just now about Chrysanthemum House."

I paused, and immediately put on a flattering smile on my face, "I'll forget it right away, forget it, and I will never remember it in my life."

too naive.

Zhong Yuanzhong must have never thought that I would paint him once while he was asleep.

Even took pictures.

Hearing what I said, Zhong Yuanzhong probably felt that it was not the time to argue with me, so he looked away from me and continued to scroll down the document.

[Branjesso, graduated from the American University of Engineering, one of the leaders of the latest rising Italian mafia Mirufiore, his ability is unknown, and his fighting style is similar to that of Pengo Lie. At the Daime meeting, he successfully assassinated the tenth generation of Pengelie Sawada Tsunayoshi...]

I was keenly aware that Nakahara Chuya's eyes had become serious.

His voice sank a bit, "So it's this guy..."

My reaction was different from that of Zhongyuanzhong. I couldn't help screaming when I saw the last line, and said with a sad face, "I just said that the person with this name must be a pervert. I haven't seen the tenth generation of my idol, Peng Gelei, yet, it's abominable."

Before Zhongyuan Zhong also got angry, I restrained my thoughts and got up a little more serious, "But is this Bai Lan so strong? If he knows that the information he got is false, won't he be angry when he finds out that I'm a rookie?" .” @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

Zhong Yuanzhong also pursed his lips and remained silent for a while. He turned off the screen, stood up with his support on the table, "I will investigate. You stay in the stronghold for me these few days."

At that time, I nodded very cooperatively.

"Senior One-Five-Eight? Senior One-Five-Eight. Senior One-Five-Eight!" The frog-headed boy's louder and louder voice interrupted my train of thought, and the hand he raised and waved in front of my eyes was brought back to his senses I photographed mercilessly.

Me: "So Liu Dao Mukuro sent you to watch me?"

The frog-headed boy thought for a while, "No. Master has other things for me to do."

Under my suspicious gaze, the frog-headed boy raised his hand to cover my forehead, and I saw flames burning on the ring he put on his finger.

"After all, only a superb illusionist like ME can unravel the illusion master cast on senior [-]."

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I am back from traveling!Tomorrow is Saturday, and I will strive for [-] days. If I don’t have a day, I will live and eat keyboards (no) thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution~

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