I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

"Eric! It's a good thing you didn't come with us the day before yesterday. It's too dangerous."

"That's right, that large wave of enemies actually broke through the security barrier, trying to kill Olmert, and also wanting to kill us—damn it!"

"I didn't fall asleep after I went back. I thought of Aizawa-sensei and the others, and Midoriya-san... No, I have to cheer up. Eric, don't worry too much, we are all fine."

"Fortunately", "It's okay", "Great".

It's all these words.

From morning to now, no one has said what Eric thought he would hear.

Even the only green-haired kid in the class who tossed himself into a bone, shook his head like a rattle, and repeatedly said that he was completely fine, Eric, as long as you weren't involved in the terrible incident——

No wonder!

Are these brats all fools?

Eric couldn't understand.

The students who came to the school again after only one day of temporary vacation seemed to have no fear at all. After feeling sorry for Eric, they were sucked away by the dedicated head teacher who hurt the class and the "sports festival" that the head teacher said All attention.

The classroom of Class A of the first year is as lively as a frying pan.

Only that one corner is quiet.

As I said earlier, Eric couldn't understand why they were so excited.

He couldn't understand why these people, even the kid and the teacher, avoided talking about the things they should care about most.

He also didn't understand why the anger that had accumulated in his chest from the night before yesterday to the present hadn't dissipated, but because he couldn't vent it, it was getting hotter and hotter.

This feeling is especially aggrieved.

On the podium, Mr. Aizawa, who was bandaged almost like a mummy, saw the problem student sitting in the corner with a serious face through the gap in front of his eyes.

Even if you want to pretend you can't see it.

Because it is probably the first time that the problem student has not slept in class.

With a straight face, those golden eyes already have a deterrent force, let alone being ignited by emotions at this time, exerting layers of pressure on the person being watched.

To use an inappropriate analogy, the face of the problem student at this time seems to be full of "You idiots are so stupid, what's going on, come and ask me why I'm upset!".

The result is not surprising at all.

Students with such problems are not scary at all, but they make people want to touch... Cough, it's nothing.

Mr. Aizawa could see it, but he didn't say anything.

After announcing that the Heroic Sports Festival would be held in advance of the class meeting, the bandaged man let the students discuss excitedly, and walked out of the classroom by himself.

However, before he took a few steps, he stopped in the corridor with a hoarse voice:

"The next class is about to start, what do you want me to do if you don't stay in the classroom?"

Someone followed and stood right behind Mr. Aizawa.

He didn't answer the teacher's question, but instead asked selfishly: "You haven't healed from your injuries, why are you here to attend classes? Aren't you afraid that your bones will be broken again?"

"first."

Teacher Aizawa turned around: "You should use an honorific title for your teacher."

Eric: "Tsk."

"Secondly, as the head teacher of your slick kids, I have to do several times more than other teachers, and now is not the time to rest."

"cut."

"Finally." The man's unobstructed sight was directed at him, and he was so fierce that he could break through the obstacles of many mountains: "Your boy was restless for a class, and now you came here to ask me..."

"Are you really fools?"

Eric really asked bluntly.

He was not someone who could hold back, and inexplicable emotions piled up in his chest, so annoying that he couldn't fall asleep.

"When you encounter this kind of thing, you actually expose it like this? You didn't say a word that should be said, and comforted others with a silly smile."

"What a joke!"

For some reason, he gets angry.

"It should be said like this, 'It's all because you weren't there, that's why those people were injured'. That's right, if I was there, how could the brat and you be oppressed by the scum that came out of who knows where! "

I don't know why, a haze appeared between his brows, his face changed slightly, and the words he said together with Yu Qi were still so intense.

Eric thought so.

Because he left by himself at that time, the following series of things happened.

The little ghosts whose lives are threatened should blame him and blame him instead of:

—Eric, it's good that you weren't involved!

Feelings similar to this time shocked Eric, and made him feel depressed for no reason.

Of course he didn't think there was anything wrong with him skipping class, um, that's it.

He was not the one who was scared or seriously injured. How about these little ghosts who are always around him, noisy and annoying, and the teacher who always stares at him with a pair of dead fish eyes and tells him to do this and that So, what does it have to do with him?

The logic is particularly smooth, and there is not even a single error to be found.

Eric firmly believed so, but he did not discover the real contradiction between the so-called "logic" and actual actions.

Mr. Aizawa had a panoramic view of the boy's turbulent expression.

"Tch, it really is a..."

The ambiguous and extremely soft whisper dissipated from his lips before it spread, and Aizawa-sensei raised his eyes slightly the next moment.

He said succinctly: "So?"

"Whether you were attacked or not, and whether anyone was injured, has nothing to do with you, Eric."

"...what to say-"

"You are just a [student]." The man emphasized the last word, "It is the teacher's responsibility to protect the students, and it can only be regarded as my negligence. In addition, you underestimated your [classmates]. There's something you need to take a closer look at."

No matter what Eric's reaction is now, Mr. Aizawa's volume increased, which can be described as a terrifying scolding from the devil head teacher: "Too arrogant! You boy! Do you know what has anything to do with you now? It's a warning to quit school for skipping classes." !"

Eric: "There is still a withdrawal warning?!"

Because he was really shocked, and the aura of the devil class teacher was really amazing, he didn't slap the man's hand that was pressing down hard.

then.

He was slapped on the head.

——Case solved!

——The reason why an adult teacher had to remove the plaster bandage to expose his hands even though his hands were broken!

Eric (shading his face): "..."

And Mr. Aizawa, who had endured for so long and finally succeeded, was still shouting: "Don't be too complacent! If you find that you are still skipping classes, and you didn't get the first grade in this sports festival, I will directly pass the principal and throw you away." Make a hero!"

"........."

Alright, the devil class teacher has finished all the threats that should be said.

Having done something that countless people would dare not do, Mr. Aizawa's hand paused for a moment, but then he retracted it as if unmoved.

Didn't jump up in anger?

Teacher Aizawa thought to himself.

Fortunately, just after thinking about it, the correct reaction appeared.

"...Do you think I will be threatened by you!"

A. is proud and unthreatening. Lik has a dark face, glaring at the bold mortal who pressed his head.

"No.1? Ridiculous! Do I still need to fight?"

Teacher Aizawa was slightly taken aback.

"Based on your contemptuous words, I didn't intend to participate, of course I want to show you the meaningless first place."

The silver-haired boy folded his arms around his chest, letting out his disdain through his breath.

He turned his head and left, his back still so short... No, proudly.

As if to declare that there are no obstacles in the road ahead, he will crush any obstacles that try to block his progress.

"……Knew it."

Aizawa-sensei, who saw everything through, restrained his expression, shaking his head on the surface, but in fact, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Eric promised to go to the sports festival.

Moreover, there is another answer that is more cryptic than this answer.

He won't skip class anymore.

This is Aizawa Shouta's own judgment, but he believes that there is no possibility of misjudgment.

The reason is hidden in the content of the boy's rhetorical question.

"Although the level may not be deep, the student with the biggest problem has also begun to integrate into Class A."

Teenagers get terribly annoyed that they don't get blamed.

Because, he has already cared about the "little ghosts" who he often despises.

Maybe it's still some time before I realize it, and even if I find it, there is a high probability that I won't admit it.

However, there is only one chance to wake up.

How long will you wait?Did he discover it himself, or was it reminded by others?

Aizawa Xiaota does not intend to expose it by himself.

However, for the result that will probably come after a long time, he is very much looking forward to——

"Well, you actually care about us, and I've discovered that."

"........."

In the afternoon of that day, a very straightforward sentence from Hong Jiaodong, who came to the training ground, destroyed Mr. Aizawa's painstaking efforts.

Eric had just taken a sip of the drink, but before he could swallow it, the most powerful man was almost choked to death by him.

"You—cough, cough, cough! I—cough, cough!"

Hong Jiaodong: "?"

Hong Jiaodong was quite surprised by this.

In his opinion, he was just telling the truth, and Eric was very obvious, and he saw it in his eyes, so he had to understand it naturally.

However, Hong Jiaodong failed to realize that this kind of truth can be thought about in his heart, but once he speaks out, it will lead to a catastrophe of killing himself!

"I don't have care about you!"

"Not necessarily, your performance the day before yesterday can already explain..."

"Boom and freeze."

"Ok?"

"For the sake of helping me with my homework for so many days, I will give you a special bonus today."

The silver-haired boy, who had never been motivated in a duel since the day he promised to exchange his homework for the duel, slowly put the drink bottle aside.

He crossed his fingers, twisted, and shook his head again, making a rattling sound.

"Come on! I'll give you [-]% of my energy and give you a special training without mercy!"