I have become stronger, but also shorter [comprehensive]

"Xiongying Sports Festival... Oh, it's this channel."

Early in the morning, Qiyu did not leave the rental house he temporarily rented, but sat in the living room and turned on the pitifully small TV that came with the rental house.

The reason why he didn't go to work was that when he was about to leave the house, he suddenly remembered that today seemed to be the beginning of the "sports festival" that Eric had mentioned to him by the way.

As an unlucky man who needs to work part-time to make ends meet, it was really not easy for Saitama to make this decision.

After all, he was a fallen man from Tianya who shared the same illness and sympathized with him, and got along very well.

Saitama has no friends in his own world, but after living in another world, he met Eric by accident.

Once the friendship between men is born, it is as thick as a mountain.

What's more, Saitama vaguely felt that Eric was very similar to him-not just in terms of encounters.

Alright, alright, sacrifice half a day's salary, eat instant noodles at noon, let's watch the competition of like-minded "friends" first.

Turn on the TV.

It seems that every station shows the same picture, and the same excited voice resounds:

"Hero Sports Festival!"

"Annual battle for life and death among hero seedlings!

"About to start!!!"

The voice announced by the host aroused the enthusiasm of the audience. Cheers and screams broke through the TV screen and damaged the eardrums of the people in front of the TV.

The Heroes' Festival, in today's world, is a super grand event with the same status as the Olympic Games in the past, and even more attention.

Because the participants are future heroes, up-and-coming stars, audiences especially enjoy watching quasi-heroes fight.

On the other hand, this is also the first time for young people to appear in public. Whether it is to show themselves or compete for comparison, it is an excellent opportunity.

"what."

Saitama, who is not really interested in these things, said, "Actually, it's just kids fighting."

He absently listened to the host's introduction, this year's sports festival, in addition to the focus on the third-grade field, the first-year field also had a lot of hot spots... Well, I'm a little hungry, so let's go make some instant noodles now.

Walked away for a while, waited until Qiang Qiang came home holding instant noodles and sat down, then raised his head to look at the TV——

what!

It is no longer the noisy host who occupies the center of the screen. The camera cuts to the time when Saitama is making instant noodles, and falls to the first-year competition area, which is about to start the qualifiers.

Qiyu saw it at a glance...

No, sorry.

He actually took two, three or four more glances before finding out his friend Mr. Eric from the crowd.

This is the fault of the camera angle and stance. Mr. Eric was the last to come out. Due to height restrictions, he was blocked by the people walking in front of him as soon as he came out.

Of course, it didn't last long.

In the team of Class A of the first year, the road leading to the front was spontaneously given up by everyone one by one.

The influence of the USJ attack incident not long ago continued to ferment. In this incident, all the members of the first-year class A who were unscathed against the enemy, thus received a high degree of attention from the audience.

Most of the spectators who chose to watch the first-year competition were for Class A, and some of them were for Andewa's son.

However, there is a special existence known only to Xiongying and a few outsiders——

This is also his first official appearance.

Most people didn't know it back then.

They only realized later that the students of Class A who came to the field from the lounge suddenly scattered to the side?

In the distance, the camera that turned its screen to all parts of the country trembled invisibly, and some ice crystals seemed to form on the edge.

From the scattered narrow passages, a person came out.

The noise in the arena disappeared for a few moments for some reason, which seemed particularly abrupt.

The students from the other classes present - especially some people in Class B who have always been at odds with Class A, who planned to come over to mock a few words before the game, but at this time their expressions changed, as if they were accidentally stuck Blackened like throat.

"That guy, is he really here?!"

"It's great now, the people in Class A are going to be proud..."

And people outside the stadium couldn't hear these voices that implied shock, envy and jealousy.

The person suspected to be the undisputed leader of Class A walked to the front, and as soon as he stepped into the sun-shrouded area, he immediately became the focus of attention.

This is as it should be.

Whoever let him, once he appears, can shock the audience with the coercion that surpasses all sentient beings.

Silver hair and golden eyes, as cold as frost.The place swept by these eyes seems to be coming early in winter.

Besides, he's still like this-responsive to everything.

"It's about to start, and perform well."

"Okay! Eric!"

"Well?"

A slightly displeased tone came out.

Everyone in Class A raised their hands and responded enthusiastically, and quickly corrected: "Wrong, wrong, it's—Brother Eric!"

Only then did the well-deserved eldest brother nod his head with a little satisfaction: "That's right, the title can't be wrong!"

Everyone raised their hands again: "Yes, yes!"

In fact, his heartfelt voice was——ah, hey, let's just be the big brother, as long as Eric is happy!

Oh wait.

There is another voice that cannot be concealed, and I have to say it bravely in front of so many people:

"Brother Eric—"

"Too high, standing too high! Come down, really!"

The audience in the auditorium and in front of the TV: "..."

They were shocked.

Not only was he overwhelmed by the aura of the overlord of class A who had never heard of it at all, but he was also mixed with it--the shock that this big brother is so small!

Yes, as soon as this eldest brother appeared on the stage, he looked down on everyone with a condescending attitude.

Even though the aura on the stage alone is [-] meters, compared with the huge icicle that he forcibly frozen, the figure of the silver-haired boy stepping on it is particularly petite.

Eric couldn't bear to be overlooked by the little ghosts for a long time, not to mention that these little ghosts were still his little brothers.

Is there anything wrong with this?

of course not.

The tall and tall young man looked indifferent, as if he had already regarded all the people around him as air, his silver hair was slightly raised, and arrogance leaked from his slightly squinted golden eyes.

The image of the majestic big brother who won't put down his airs and mingle with the little devils, but is obviously extremely charismatic, has been deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

Such an existence, thinking about it, will never compromise——

"Eric!!!!!!"

In the judges' seat, even if Aizawa-sensei hasn't removed the bandages, his angry roar will not be hindered.

Many people were shocked by the roar.

As the head teacher, even if he doesn't like to be in the limelight, Mr. Aizawa has no choice but to act at this moment, otherwise a student with a certain problem will never be obedient.

So, with blue veins on his forehead, he snatched the host's microphone:

"You destroyed the field before the qualifiers started! Hurry up! Come down!"

"Is this called destruction!"

The student yelled back at the question unceremoniously, without weakening in the slightest.

When everyone thought it was impossible for him to care about others.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the rebellious silver-haired boy said fiercely: "It's annoying!"

then.

Then...he really came down.

Although it is extremely unhappy to come down.

He didn't forget to do the finishing work, and with a wave of his hand, the icicles that were extremely obstructive in the venue quietly turned into countless fine ice crystals, and after a while, they drifted away like the wind.

"Anyway, in the end, this piece of land will still be destroyed. It will be broken sooner or later. What's the difference?"

"..."

There was no whispering anymore.

Saitama also forgot to eat instant noodles.

Tens of millions or even more lines of sight are concentrated on the same point.

At the same time, the same idea emerged in the hearts of countless people in the ends of the earth.

——This boy named Eric.

——It's too exaggerated, and...

"Cute!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The screams that rang out one after another were like huge waves, easily covering up the voices of dissatisfaction and doubt.

If you distinguish carefully, you will find that most of the screams come from women of all ages.

Don't ask the ladies who are falling into madness at the moment, what is the "cuteness" of the silver-haired boy.

They will be incoherent because of excitement, they can't say it at all, they can only express-feeling!It is this strong sense of contrast!

Fine.

How many people fell in love with this "cool and cute" boy for a second, and how many people were aroused by his arrogant declaration, thinking that this is a brat who doesn't know what to do.

The more I think about it, the more I think it makes sense. The kid at this age just loves to brag and thinks he is invincible.

The audience who consciously and rationally dug out the truth nodded silently, pretending not to notice that their hearts were hurting, and secretly made up their minds that they had to see this brat eat with their own eyes.

Humph, they are just waiting to see the excitement!

It's better to have a powerful character come out and rub the kid on the ground... Well, isn't Andeva's son inside?He must be a great genius, so it was decided to be him!

Not to mention how many good people are gearing up, waiting for the arrogant kid to be the first to capsize in the extraordinary heroic sports festival, and get beaten to the ground by the highly anticipated son of Andewa.

The reality is, they didn't get the excitement they wanted to see.

First of all, it is the first-year competition area before the start of the competition. The entrance test No. 1 will represent all the first-year students for the swearing-in ceremony.

After seeing clearly what No.1 looked like standing next to Midnight Woman, at least hundreds of eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

Eric's speech was still full of arrogance that everyone could not understand:

"No. 2 must be me, you all work hard on the premise of competing for No.[-]."

Everyone: "..."

Before he could recover from the astonishment of "this kid is actually the No. 1 hero of the entrance examination, what did he do this year?"

The content is the start of the preliminaries of the obstacle race. Within the specified quota, the students who cross the various obstacles set up in the field and reach the finish line get the right to advance.

The call to announce the start of the game had just sounded.

next moment.

"...The No.1 who reached the finish line first has already been born!!!"

"Well, boring."

Erik, standing behind the finish line, yawned lazily.

If it is described by the concept of "personality", then he should have a "personality" that can be transferred in space.

What to cross.

For him, this first level was a hundred times easier than walking.

Audiences:"…………"

Snapped!

Ah, my face seems to be hurting a bit.

... No, I can't give up yet!

This is just a mere qualifier, and the following official competition will definitely turn the arrogant brat over!