[Lord My Ying] The hero is Hong Jiaodong

——Time has not passed, and it is we who go far

I sat absent-mindedly in the car with earphones plugged into my ears.

The person who took me away was Aizawa Shouta, who Saitama said was a teacher at Xiongying High School.I know Heroic High School, it is the famous school for cultivating heroes, and almost all the famous heroes in the society come from that school.And I will live under the care of this hero subject teacher until graduation.

"Let's talk first." The man next to me couldn't help but said, I took off the earphones on one side and looked at him, "I won't treat you like an old mother like Saitama, just do whatever you want, if you don't Fit to be a hero and I will let Saitama take you back."

"..."

"Then you continue to play house life with Saitama."

Wow, do you professional heroes speak so irritatingly?

I angrily re-plugged the earphones, and turned my head to look at the car window instead of looking at him.This day has been chatted to death, how to continue chatting!

But fortunately, I don't live in the house of this Aizawa Shouta, but I am his neighbor.This should be because Saitama has also considered my problem, so he rented a house for me opposite his house.

Aizawa Yuta sent me to the door of the new house, and gave me the key, "Clean up the room first, I have to go to school first." He said, looking at his watch, "I will be back in about two hours."

I dragged the suitcase and looked at him dumbfounded.

He seemed to see that I was a little confused, so he added, "I'll take you to the supermarket to buy daily necessities when I come back."

Is that what you planned to do?

I glanced at his bloodshot eyes, nodded seriously, and then dragged my luggage into my new home.I'm more interested in what the new home will look like than what he's going to do at school.

Pulling open the anti-theft door, I dragged my luggage through the door.

The entrance is clean, and there is not much dust on the floor. It seems that someone just cleaned it not long ago, and there are obviously traces of living. I picked up the suitcase and continued to walk in. The room is not too big, and the furnishings It makes the whole living room look more spacious.

The apartment is one bedroom and one living room.Only the bed, desk and wardrobe remained in the bedroom.

I stood in the bedroom and lingered for a while, put my luggage down against the wall and looked at the room that was too clean, "Do you want me to remodel it?"

You know, you can do a lot in two hours.

At least when Aizawa Yuta came back, I tidied up my bedroom.When he knocked on my door, and then I opened the door, he looked over me with a pair of dead fish eyes and looked at the bedroom, which was completely different from the outside world, "I think I remember it right, I didn't study design or something right?"

I raised my eyebrows, "Isn't that kind of thing supposed to be possible after looking at it?"

"... How much do you look down on the profession of designers."

"I didn't say that."

Aizawa Shouta handed me a document.As I opened it, I heard him say, "This is your admission notice, and the school uniform will be available tomorrow."

I took it apart and looked at it casually, then threw it on the bed.

I am more concerned about an important issue than this admission notice.

I looked up and looked at this tall man, "What's for dinner? When else will we go to the supermarket?"

Customizing your home is so easy these days!

This is my only thought after visiting supermarkets and furniture stores. In this society where personalities are everywhere, you can get what you want.Aizawa Shouta watched me take out a card, stood behind me coldly and asked, "Is this from Saitama?"

"No, it's mine!" I raised my head proudly.

This is my birthday every year, and I have kept all the red envelopes and pocket money they gave me during the holidays.

"I remember that Xiongying's hero department is divided into classes."

Aizawa Yuta reached out to help me pick up the plastic bag full of things, and glanced at me, "Yes, that's right."

"Can I go to a class that's worse?"

"You have been assigned to class A." He answered me almost as soon as I fell behind, and crushed my last straw by the way.

Such an answer, and the neat way of doing things made me start to wonder, how many things did Saitama and this friend he called decide before I knew it?

Should I praise Saitama who knows me well, and even assigned me to class A directly, does it mean that he must become an elite in the school?

This made me fall into deep thought.

"Don't think about those things that are there, you have been abandoned for three years, do you want to continue to be abandoned?"

I pursed my lips, and glared at him angrily, "If you mean to fight to become a hero, I will continue to be wasteful." As I said that, I snatched the plastic bag from his hand with all my strength, and my head hurt. Will move forward.

After walking a few steps, I stopped and turned back.

"Why|what?"

"I haven't had dinner yet." I said honestly.

Aizawa Xiao was stunned for a moment, scratching at his messy hair, "Tsk, can you make ramen?"

I immediately looked at him with disgust, and at the same time imitated his tone and said, "Tsk, are you so perfunctory?"

Then he took me to a nearby noodle shop, which he said was pretty good, with fresh soup, big meat, lots of noodles, and good taste.Looking at the ramen served, I immediately took out my phone and took a picture and sent it to Saitama in City A.

Unexpectedly, I didn't receive Saitama's complaint of "you are anti-virus late at night", and Saitama rarely told me in a serious manner, let me get along with Aizawa Shota.

I looked at my phone and fell silent.

"What are you looking at?" Aizawa Yuta glanced at me.

"It's nothing." I said, put my phone in my pocket and started eating noodles with chopsticks.He didn't care about the suspicious eyes of the people around him.

Just for this text message from Saitama, I tried to talk to the people around me.

"How do you know Saitama?"

"I met it when I went to S City for missions."

"...Are you really a hero? Why hasn't anyone recognized you when we've been out for so long?" I turned my head and finally asked the question in my heart, "Isn't a hero supposed to be noticed all the time, and there is true love wherever he goes Fan recognized it immediately and clamored for an autograph?"

Aizawa Xiaota said quietly, "You are talking about idols, right?"

I frowned, "It doesn't make much difference."

He withdrew his gaze and picked up the ramen with his chopsticks.

"I don't like to appear in the media very much, and there are naturally very few people who know me." Through a layer of heat, his eyes flickered faintly, "And showing up in front of the media is a waste of time for no reason. A hero should do what a hero should do."

"Hey, you think so." I looked at him a little surprised.

But after listening to this, I suddenly understood why Saitama asked me to get along with him, and I lowered my head sullenly and bit the ramen.

I think...if Aizawa Yuta wasn't a hero, I might be more happy with him.

——I'm afraid I won't be able to untie this knot.