[Comprehensive] Please accept my continuous affection

Because I joined the radio station, even if the school bell rang, I had to go to the radio station to report.

After all, there are two activities, morning broadcast and evening broadcast.

When I walked to the entrance of the event building, I met Senior Sister Gao Sen who was probably planning to go to the radio station.

She used the key to open the mailbox hanging at the gate on the first floor, and was looking inside with her head tilted.

I greeted him: "Senior Gao Sen, good afternoon."

"Oh? It's Sen Luo, good afternoon." She took out a few thin folded papers from the mailbox behind her, showing a surprised expression, "Someone actually contributed! Sen Luo! The number is higher than I thought There are many more!"

"Wow! That's great!" I happily echoed.

I thought it would take at least two or three days of publicity before relevant feedback would appear.

I really didn't expect that there was a submission on the first afternoon?

We took these pitifully few submissions to the radio station, and shared the happy results of publicity success with Mr. Fujioka.

"Open it to see what can be broadcast." Senior Fujioka urged, "Ah, the time is too tight, let me start first, and the scheduled time of the radio station will soon be reached."

He sat in front of the microphone, switched it on, and began the routine evening greeting.

Senior sister Gao Sen flipped through the manuscript in her hand, her expression a little stagnant: "...What the hell are these things? Notices of missing objects? Recruitment advertisements for clubs? What kind of mess is this?"

I coughed lightly, casually comforted the disappointed senior sister Gao Sen, took out a copy from the manuscript, and glanced at the words on it.

"What kind of person would be ashamed to confess his love to Senior Hong?

Please stop being embarrassing.

Take a good look in the mirror and see how you look. "

"It's too much!" Miri squatted beside me and saw the manuscript, she said angrily with wide eyes, "These evil spirits who only hide in dark places and spy on others! The challenge book doesn't even dare to name it." Write!"

hiss--

Do you need to face so much malice to confess your love to a popular senior?

The Xiongying High School, which is clearly the legendary hotbed of professional heroes, has so many shadows.

"...Sorra?" Senior Fujioka pressed the microphone, turned to look at me, and lowered his voice, "Are you ready? The weather report for tomorrow is over."

Senior sister Gao Sen didn't pay attention to my abnormal state. She was waiting for the various promotional papers in her hand, and she was a little angry: "There is nothing suitable for broadcasting at all!"

"No, it's senior sister, you are too picky."

I reached out to take the manuscript in the hands of Senior Sister Takamori, stood up and sat at the microphone seat that Senior Fujioka gave up.

"In the early stage, let's relax the manuscript restrictions a little bit."

Saying so, I pressed the microphone.

"Good afternoon, everyone. It's time for the exciting end of school again. In fact, the more exciting routine letter broadcasting activity of the radio station has also begun. Listen carefully to see if there is any information you need. I am the announcer Sen Luomian, Please exhibitions."

I tilted my head lazily and read the manuscript page by page.

"Admission brochure from the Personality Research Society - as long as you are not personalityless and are full of curiosity about your personality, please send us your resume. Well, I personally think that people who have no personality will probably not enter Xiongying High School, And isn’t DNA the cause of personality? This is the biology study group in an ordinary school, right? Students who have a hard time with biology can consider it and join in for free tuition.”

"From an anonymous person... Judging from the font, it should be a lovely young lady. I lost a string of pink beaded bracelets when I was eating in the cafeteria. If you find any, please put them on the little bamboo at the farthest edge of the cafeteria window. In the basket, thank you in advance. Pink... is it a crystal bracelet that increases love luck? I also want to buy one and try it, but it’s been too rough lately."

"The next letter is... um? To the senior Bakugo in class A of the second year??" I sat up straight, "Oh oh oh? Is the plot I was looking forward to finally going to happen?... Dear senior Bakugo , every time I see you, I always want to pull up your pants unconsciously? I hope you will stop neglecting your pants in the future. It’s really hard for obsessive-compulsive disorder....Ah, it turned out to be a complaint. I think Look... there is no signature, senior Bakugo, please don't hold grudges against me, I was also forced to read the manuscript."

Fujioka-senpai knocked his head on the only table in the radio station in despair.

"I think our radio station will be demolished by Bakugou tomorrow." Senior Fujioka said to Senior Takamori, "Let's clean up the valuable things first."

"...? Are you going to run away so soon?"

"Although I feel like I have read a lot of manuscripts, but after a closer look, only 10 minutes have passed." I said into the microphone, "And it feels like 10 minutes of the 8 minutes are my comments. Oh, there is no way, after all, the broadcast The new activities on the website have just started, and there are many more sponsors—that is, my personal color.”

"Then, the last one."

I looked at the poisoned thin paper expressionlessly, and pursed my lips.

"Because the content is too disgusting, I won't broadcast the original text. Let me summarize the whole story for everyone, which probably means 'how old do you dare to confess your love to a certain senior, and don't take a pee to take care of yourself'."

"Tsk."

"After speculation, our broadcasting station agreed that this submission was a provocation, and I was the representative to respond to this challenge that did not even dare to sign my name."

Fujioka-senpai and Takamori-senpai, who were discussing whether to run away, stopped together, not because they were somehow represented by me, but because they were worried about me.

Senior sister Gao Sen walked over, saw the manuscript in my hand, frowned, reached out and snatched the letter paper away, and huddled together: "What are these little bastards doing? Get off work after the broadcast, Fuji Gang said he would invite us to dinner."

"...Senior sister, my microphone is still on." I said helplessly, "Okay, everyone heard the beautiful and generous senior sister scolding 'little bastard' just now, right now, she is single, but for the time being If you have no plans to find a boyfriend, give up."

Senior sister Gao Sen: "..."

"Then let me introduce myself again. I, Sen Luomen, come from the Hero Department of Class A of the first year." I crossed my legs, facing the microphone, and said in a somewhat arrogant tone, "The entrance selection examination is the first, and the reason why I did not participate in the recommended entrance examination is because The junior high school I attended was an ordinary junior high school that had nothing to do with heroes, and the school did not recommend places. Apart from grades, I also have a mysterious sense of self-confidence in other aspects of myself. The most annoying thing is that others do not sign their names in the afternoon."

"So, you who wrote this manuscript and deliberately put it in the manuscript solicitation mailbox of the radio station, is your purpose to let me broadcast your self-respecting provocation to the whole school? Next time you write a challenge letter, no matter what Will you sign your name?"

"Again, I've said it many times. I'm from the Hero Department of Class A, Grade [-], and the leftmost end of the first floor of the teaching building is the classroom I'm in." I stood up and put one hand on the platform, "To If you are provocative, just let it go——!"

"...The above. I hope that everyone will have a reliable senior to treat guests to dinner every day, and we will see you tomorrow."

After speaking, I calmly pressed the microphone switch and let out a long sigh of relief.

Next to me, Takamori-senpai and Fujioka-senpai were about to become sculptures. They kept their "O"-shaped mouths and looked at me stupidly.

...belated shame overwhelmed me.

Fuck!

I don't know why, as long as I sit in front of the microphone, I feel like the "king" of this school.

It's so weird!

However, Mitsuri looked at me with admiration: "Mian, you are so handsome! When you spoke just now, it was as if the sun shrouded you, and your whole body exuded a dazzling golden light—"

What about Kusuo?

Shut up this irrational woman.

I'm going to die of shame!

"...You are really," Gao Sen-senpai regained consciousness leisurely, staring at me with admiration, "It's so cool."

She used a strange adjective.

Senior Fujioka also came over: "Could it be that you are actually very good, Senluo?"

I:"……"

"Let's ask," Senior Fujioka looked at the valuables he had just searched out, "Can we beat Bakugou? Do we still need to escape?"

……

To be honest, it's a bit difficult.

You can't find me a big devil with death difficulty like the No. 1 sports festival from the very beginning, right?

Senior Fujioka said angrily: "Then he didn't even stumble when you complained just now!"

"I just read from the script." I defended in a low voice.

"Okay, just like what was said on the radio today, Fujioka, please treat me to dinner!" Sister Gao Sen said with a smile, calling me and Senior Fujioka to turn off the lights and lock the door.

We ordered three bowls of ramen at a ramen shop in front of the school.

Kusuo didn't know where to go to play. After we finished ordering, he suddenly floated in from the door unsteadily.

Seeing me cast my gaze over, he hooked his lips and showed a rare smile: "I heard your broadcast in the playground, and I'm more confident than I thought."

do not talk!

When I sit in front of the microphone, it's like being possessed!

Now I don't know how to end it!What if someone really puts a sack on me tomorrow? !

"It's just a sack, and you can't solve it." Kusuo said leisurely, "The sports festival will be less than a month away. I heard that Xiongying's sports festival is very cruel. Have you thought of a solution?"

There is absolutely no way!

What should I do? !

At that time, can you only rely on your own physical fitness?But other people use their own personality... I will be at a disadvantage in that way.

"Anyway, you should work hard now." Standing on the edge of my ramen bowl, Kusuo poked my forehead with nothingness, "If there is really no other way, I will consider helping you."

ha?Use your skills of cutting TV channels with your bare hands to cut the live broadcast of the National Sports Festival, so as not to embarrass me?

And you hurry up and get off my ramen bowl, I still have dinner!

"..."

I don't know if it was my illusion, but Kusuo seemed to glared at me, then ran to the empty table and sat down, pointing the back of his head at me.

Mitsuri has gradually gotten used to the mysterious staring between Kusuo and I that suddenly opened up, but for some reason, she doesn't seem to be able to communicate with me in her head except when she is possessing me.

"What are Mian and Mr. Kusuo talking about?" Mitsuri was a little curious.

I saw that Takamori-senpai and Fujioka-senpai were chatting happily, so I communicated with Mitsuri with my voice.

"About the sports festival, there will be duels at that time... I'm a little clueless." I said, "Everyone else has their own personality, and I'm at a disadvantage in this regard."

Mitsuri blinked: "I can help you, Mian!"

"...?"

"But Ah Mian's body is too stiff." Mitsuri said with a smile, "Should I practice the flexibility of my body during this time?"

I:?

Is Mitsuri saying that my body is stiff like a little princess?

I'll get up now and lower my waist to show you, okay?

"Sen Luo, don't be in a daze, eat quickly." Sister Gao Sen urged me, "Don't take that excessive manuscript to heart, this kind of thing happens occasionally."

"Ah, yes..." I came back to my senses, and hurriedly stretched out my chopsticks to pick out the ramen.

Senior Fujioka said: "She doesn't care about that, she is in the hero department. People in the hero department spend all their time fighting for strength. Who has the time to respond to the provocation of someone who can't even pass the hero department? ah?"

"...How do you know it wasn't written by someone from the Hero Department?" Sister Gao Sen complained.

"The people in the Hero Department are all face-to-face. Who would write such an anonymous letter without a name!"

Thank goodness, the words of the seniors and sisters relieved me a lot.

That's right, I'm the hero department.Thinking about it this way, it seems that those feelings of shrinking have dissipated a lot.

After saying goodbye to my seniors, I went home with Kusuo and Mitsuri.

Mitsuri still insisted on letting me do body flexibility exercises.

Unexpectedly, Kusuo didn't know which tendon was wrong, so he didn't object, but nodded and voted for it.

"Why?" I stared at them.

Mitsuri clenched her fists: "Actually, I'm also very good at fighting! But the movements are a bit difficult...you need a very flexible body!"

Are you kidding? Didn't you get called because of a relationship?

And looking at your slender arms and legs, and the way you blush every time, it doesn't look like the kind of hammering the enemy on the battlefield.

Are you talking about fights where ladies tear each other's hair?To tell you the truth, I can tear ten pieces by myself.

"...Anyway, you just do what she tells you to do."

Kusuo looked at me blankly.

"It's better to let her tear your hair out than you have no clue now, right?"

Mitsuri: "? Tear your hair?"

"How do you know I have no idea!" I retorted, "I now think of a great way to dominate the heroes!"

"……?tell me the story."

I stopped at the door of the house, pointed to the nameplate of the Skylark House next door, and said bluntly and confidently: "Go and learn from the Bingsheng Bawang next door!"

Kusuo: "...I'd better kill you."

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