[Woying] The days when Xiongying was a teacher

The next day, Mari Kazama walked into the office dejectedly.

Midnight seemed to be particularly concerned about her relationship problems, and was about to talk to her when the ethereal ghost and the two clones he created with his personality came in with test papers.

"The written test is about to begin." He said, turning to Kazama Mari, "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Kazama Mari replied weakly.

"Would you like to go to the examination room with me to invigilate the examination?" Midnight hugged her shoulders intimately.

Just as Mari Kazama was about to agree, Aizawa Shouta said, "No need, I'll go."

He paused, and then said, "Follow me, the truth."

Bressant's office is right next to Aizawa Shouta, and seeing his expression, he can't help complaining, just like the expression of an old father who finds out his daughter's puppy love.

However, watching Aizawa Shouta and Kazama Mari walk out of the office, he couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

If Aizawa Shouta was meddling with Kazama Mari like his old father, he wouldn't even have the chance to meddle.

Aizawa Shouta brought Kazama Mari to the lounge, he first sat down on the sofa, and then signaled Kazama Mari to sit opposite.

Looks like he's about to have a serious conversation.

"What's wrong with Mr. Aizawa?" Mari Kazama asked puzzled.

"You are no longer a child." Aizawa Yuta said.

He folded his arms around his chest, changed from his previous laziness, his eyes were sharp, and his voice was steady and indifferent.

"Since you are already working, you should learn to arrange your time well. I don't care what you do after get off work, just cheer me up when you get to work."

Aizawa Xiaota's tone sank, and his gaze became dangerous when he looked at her: "Do you want to appear in front of future students in your current form?"

Kazama Mari used his personality frequently the night before, and he didn't fall asleep until early in the morning, so his complexion would naturally not look good.

When she heard Aizawa Shouta's words, she lowered her head in shame and apologized softly.

In terms of the utilization rate of time, no one can arrange it more reasonably than him.Although he often looks listless, in fact everything is handled in an orderly manner, whether it is teaching or participating in heroic activities, he is never busy but not chaotic.

"I'll pay attention!" she assured Aizawa Shouta.

Aizawa Shouta looked at her with a serious expression for a moment, then got up to leave.

Kazama Mari breathed a sigh of relief.

She slumped on the sofa, recalling what Aizawa Yuta said just now, and suddenly "Hey!", the whole person jumped up.

To be honest, Aizawa Shouta is actually the one who doesn't pay much attention to personal image in Xiongying, and even educates her in reverse!

So she was scolded for nothing? ? ?

But it's true... After arriving at Xiongying, life became a mess, and Mari Kazama slapped her face, thinking that she couldn't just muddle along like this.

She returned to the office full of fighting spirit. Several teachers went to invigilate the exam, leaving Marksman and All Might still there.

Mari Kazama ran to the seat next to Marksman and sat down, and asked curiously, "How does Mr. Marksman arrange his work and life time?"

As a new teacher, All Might was also very interested in this topic, so he sat down and stared at Marksman with wide eyes.

The sharpshooter's combat uniform is designed like a western cowboy, and he himself is very cool in speaking, and he has no stage fright in the face of the burning eyes of the two.

"It's just class. After class, I will check on HN to see if there are any suitable activities to participate in."

HN is the abbreviation of Hero Network. It is a website that can only be used by those who have a professional hero license. On it, you can check the nationwide hero activity report, and you can also submit an application to get help from someone with a suitable personality.

Mari Kazama was not interested in HN, and she was a little disappointed when she heard that: "It's so simple?"

All Might also felt relaxed.

The sharpshooter thought of Aizawa Shouta asking Kazama Mari to go out before, and understood why she asked this.

He hesitated a bit, but he still said a word: "Perhaps Eraser Head cares too much about you."

Kazama Mari snorted dissatisfied.

She wanted to say that Aizawa Xiaota was a jerk, but she still didn't say it.

After the culture test is over, there will be a practical test—the 3000-meter marathon, you can use your personality, as long as you can reach the finish line quickly.

Mari Kazama came out of the office and went to the test site to cheer on 800 million million hundred.

She and 800 million Wanbai hit it off very well, but after a few days of knowing each other, they have developed to the point of calling each other by first name.

When Mari Kazama came to the test site, Bressant had just finished explaining the test rules.

She greeted 800 Wanbai on the sidelines, and then looked at a boy standing next to her, with half white and half red hair, very individual.

Is it dyed?Very thoughtful.

Kazama Mari couldn't help but take a second look.

The boy had a keen eye for others, and quickly looked over, and Mari Kazama returned him with a faint smile.

The boy caught her gaze and quickly turned his head back.

Mari Kazama found his reaction amusing.

Both the 800 million and the boy with the unique hair color passed the actual combat test with excellent results.

Mari Kazama and 800 Wanbai made an appointment to have lunch outside Xiongying.

When she and 800 million Wanbai walked to the gate of Xiongying School, they saw the boy with unique hair color again.

Another tall boy stood next to him and said something loudly, but he ignored him, passed the boy expressionlessly and walked away.

800 million did not notice them, and she held her head in distress: "I was too nervous before the exam, and I didn't check out any good places to eat here..."

"I know there is a delicious soba shop here." Mari Kazama took her hand, "It was recommended by a friend before, but I haven't had time to eat it. Now you are with me."

The boy with half white and half red hair walked in front of them, and his footsteps paused inexplicably.

Kazama Mari pulled 800 million and walked to another street.

The boy stood where he was, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, he followed.

When I came to the noodle restaurant, 800 million million did not hesitate to order the most expensive soba noodle set.

"Crispy tempura and strong buckwheat noodles are a perfect match!" 800 Wanbai said a little embarrassedly, "My personality is creation, and I can create things with my own fat, so I usually try to eat as much as possible... ..."

"'Creation'? Can anything be created?" Mari Kazama asked, turning to the noodle restaurant owner and saying, "I just want soba noodles in clear soup."

"Okay, two guests, wait a moment."

The owner of the noodle shop got busy, and Mari Kazama and 800 million Wanbai chose a seat by the window to sit down.

"You need to be familiar with the structure of objects to create." 800 Wanbai answered the topic of Kazama Truth, looked around the noodle shop, and suddenly let out a "huh".

Kazama Mari followed her gaze.

It was the boy with the unique hair color that she was a little concerned about before. He was standing in front of the noodle shop, as if hesitating whether to enter the door, and his expressionless face had an inexplicable dullness.

It seems a bit natural...

"It's classmate Hong." 800 million said, "He has a very strong personality, and he is a super powerful competitor!"

"Haku's personality is also very powerful." Kazama Mari said a little enviously, "If you use fat to create, you won't get fat no matter how much you eat."

While talking, their soba noodles were served.

Soba noodles are served in elegant wooden square boxes, sauces are held in carved ceramic jars, vegetables are placed in a small white bowl, and soup is served in another bowl.

800 million is also hot noodles, the noodles are soaked in the steaming soup, tempura and duck are placed on the plate as side dishes, and two round buckwheat buns are placed in the oval bowl.

Smelling the sweet aroma of soba noodles, Mari Kazama took in a breath of happiness: "It's really enjoyable to eat soba noodles here!"

When you go back, you must send a message to tell Huan, and thank the girl named Hejuan.

800 Wanbai was also very satisfied with the food in front of her. She clasped her hands together and said happily, "I'm not welcome~"

"Ah, me too!"

After lunch, 800 Wanba and Kazama Mari separated, 800 Wanba wanted to go home, and Kazama Mari went back to Xiongying to correct the test papers.

"I finally found the feeling of being a teacher!" Looking at the answer sheets with messy handwriting in front of him, Kazama Mari was a little elated.

"So happy, how about giving you mine too?" Midnight picked up the answer sheet in his hand.

"Wow!" Kazama Mari happily took it.

"Then thank you Kazama," Midnight pinched her face, "The weather is fine today, so I can go back and clean my room. I haven't come back for more than a month, and my room is full of dust. I can't take it anymore."

Xiongying has no specific requirements for the workload of the teachers, as long as the final goal can be achieved, and the principal doesn't care about the distribution among them.However, Midnight's behavior of throwing his work to Kazama Mari with confidence was still condemned by others.

Especially the gaze that Aizawa Shouta looked at her almost turned into a death stare.

Midnight didn't care about their thoughts, and whispered to Kazama Mari's ear: "If you have relationship problems, you can come to me for consultation at any time."

"Huh? Okay!" Kazama Mari didn't know why Midnight mentioned this.

Moreover, what happened last night can't be said at all...

Thinking of Hawkes, Kazama Mari was still a little depressed.

Soon it will be Wednesday, the day of admissions exams.

Kazama Mari came out of the room, just in time to meet Aizawa Shouta.

She was wearing Mr. Xiongying's sportswear and light makeup. She looked cute and heroic.

Aizawa Shouta was still wearing a black combat uniform, with arresting weapons hanging like a scarf, and long black hair hanging over his shoulders.

Mari Kazama looked at his unshaven face and pulled a sarcastic smile.

"Are you going to appear in front of future students with this decadent uncle?"

In fact, Aizawa Shota would still look handsome if he showed half of his face hidden behind the arresting weapon, but Mari Kazama just wanted to laugh at him.

She still remembered being educated by him two days ago.

Aizawa Yuta didn't pay much attention, "There's no need to waste time for those who don't matter," he said.

Indeed, most of the students who came to take the exam were not qualified for Xiongying, no matter whether it was the hero department or the general department.

So there is absolutely no need to care.

Instead, Kazama Mari's reaction was more interesting.

He smiled at Kazama Makoto, with a triumphant and cunning smile, as if mocking her.

The counterattack failed and was ridiculed.

Kazama Mari was so depressed that he ignored him all morning.

When the entrance examination was going to the actual combat test, Mari Kazama went to the examination room B where the imaginary enemy was placed, and there appeared a student who could blow the largest imaginary enemy into the air.

With dark green hair and freckles on his face, he looks a little childish.

The principal zoomed in on the picture of him lying injured on the ground, and asked Kazama Mari: "Mr. Kazama, how much would you rate this student?"

Mari Kazama sat on a chair, clasped her hands together.

When everyone's eyes were on her, she suddenly realized that this was the first test she encountered after becoming Teacher Xiongying.

real test.