Chapter 8: Unconsciousnessed

Here is the 177th branch of the Discipline Discipline Commission. A few days later, Zhao Mian came to this place again, for the same thing. Make a pen offering.

The reason is very simple, the guy last time was the bomb maniac, and the guy who tried to kidnap the child, and both of them are now unconscious.

As a result, in order to ensure that it was indeed not caused by his own reasons, Zhao Mian had no choice but to come to this place again to make that helpless and annoying record.

"By the way, isn't it really caused by your ability?" asked Bai Jing, who was sitting opposite Zhao Mian and looking at him filling in some boring information.

"It's really not my reason!" Zhao Mian sighed helplessly, "Moreover, it's not just the two of them who fainted, right? What about the rest of the people? I haven't touched the others." ”

"Well, too. Bai Jing rested his head on the information that Zhao Mian was filling in helplessly, "But if it's not you, then what's the reason?"

"Hey, you're holding it down. Zhao Mian pushed Bai Jing's head a little helplessly, "Then again, I didn't see Chu Chun today, isn't she from the same branch as you? ”

"In the early spring, I don't know. Shirai grunted and rolled his head to the side and gave up Zhao Mian's form, "But if you say that you are going to take an exam today, it looks like you have to take an exam today." ”

"Is that so?" Zhao Mian put down his pen after filling in the last few items of the form in his hand, "Speaking of exams, you should be in class today, right?"

"Who do you think it's the reason!" said Shirai, "and you're done, aren't you?"

"Well, it's done. Zhao Mian handed over the list placed on the table.

"Ahh

"Excuse me. At this time, Mikoto Misaka suddenly pushed the door open and walked in, "I'm looking for Kuroko." ”

"Sister-sama, are you coming to visit Kuroko?" Shirai jumped and disappeared into mid-air, and then appeared in front of Mikoto Misaka. Then she pounced, "Ah, my sister's loving breast." ”

"Crackling!" Mikoto Misaka, who was still dancing with electric sparks between her hair, turned her head to see Zhao Mian, "Ah, you guy is also there." ”

"Yo!" Zhao Mian stretched out his hand to say hello.

"It's not 'Yo!'" Mikoto Misaka seemed to be angry, "What are you doing here?"

"Take notes. Zhao Mian raised his form a little helplessly.

"You're using your abilities indiscriminately again?" Misaka asked with a sigh.

"No, my sister. Shirai, who was relieved on the side, explained, "It's just that the guy who taught this guy two days ago is now unconscious." ”

"Bomb maniac?" Misaka asked, curiously.

"Hmm. Shirai nodded.

"But it's not just these two guys who fell into a coma," Zhao Mian said helplessly, "Those high-level guys, why did they come to me if they didn't hurry up to find out the specific reason?"

"Speaking of that bomb maniac last time," Shirai seemed to remember something, "and when I checked the data, I found out that that guy is actually only LEVEL.2. ”

"LEVEL.2?" Misaka said with some surprise, "but judging from the level of destruction, he can't be lower than LEVEL.4!"

"Well, this also means ......" Shirai held his head and thought bitterly, "What does it represent?"

"How would I know," looking at Bai Jing, who raised his head, staring at his side, Zhao Mian said a little speechlessly: "It's useless for you to look at me!"

"Jingle bells. I don't know where the wind chimes came from, but Misaka, who heard this, seemed to remember something, "Anyway, since you can't think of it, let's take a break and think differently." Let's go eat some shaved ice!Is Zhao Mian going to come?"

Ignoring the desperate eyes of the sunspot on the side, Zhao Mian smiled and said, "Well, it just happens to be a drop-by, so let's go together." ”

"What about the seniors?" Misaka, who had just finished asking Shirai, turned his head and asked Zhao Mian, "What flavor does the seniors want?"

"Let's have a cooler one," Zhao Mian looked at the various flavors marked on it, picked it out, and said to the clerk, "Please give me a lemon-flavored one, thank you." ”

"You guys go and sit over there first," Zhao Mian pointed to the bench under the shade of the trees and said, "I'll take it when this side is ready." ”

"Then I'm bothering you. Misaka nodded, and led Shirai to the bench to the side.

"Guest, here's the three servings of shaved ice you want, a total of 600 yen. The clerk said to Zhao Mian with a smile.

"Well, thank you. Zhao Mian nodded, handed over 1,000 yen, and took the three servings of shaved ice in his hand.

"Hi, senior. A somewhat cheerful voice came from behind Zhao Mian, "Ah, please give me a lemon." ”

"Count it on me," Zhao Mian said to the clerk at the cold drink shop, and then turned his head, "Zuo Tian, what a coincidence." Why didn't you be with Hatsuharu today?"

"Early spring got sick today and got a summer cold. Saten sighed, "And I'm not sure I'll be with her every day, so why do you and Misaka-sana ask the same question." ”

"Because when I see you, I see the early spring. Zhao Mian shrugged.

"This guest, your lemon shaved ice, this is looking for change. The clerk interrupted and wanted to say something, took the change and a glass of shaved ice, and leaned out.

"Ah, thank you. Zhao Mian took the change and shaved ice, turned his head and said, "Let's go over, it's not good if the shaved ice melts." ”

Then, let's skip that part of tasting each other. Anyway, that kind of thing can't have much to do with Zhao Mian.

"Is Hatsuharu's illness serious?" asked Saten, holding a spoon in his mouth.

"Serious...... I can't say it," Zuo Tian picked up the small paper bag that was placed aside and shook it, "But I'm still a little worried, so I'll go and deliver her medicine later." Suddenly, Saten seemed to remember something, "Ah, that, if you can, can I invite you to go with you?" Saten looked at Misaka with some anticipation and said, "I would be very happy if Hatsuharu knew that you were also going to visit her." ”

"Well, we're nothing," Misaka shrugged his shoulders and said, then pointed at Zhao Mian, "But, there's this guy here." ”

"Uh, senior. Smiling a little embarrassedly, Saten scratched his hair.

"Don't worry about me," Zhao Mian put down the cup of shaved ice that he had finished, wiped his mouth with a tissue and said, "The girls' dormitory or something, it's not good for me to go in." So, I'll forget it, help me say a blessing to Hatsuharu. ”

"Well," Saten nodded, "I'll bring it." ”

A few people cleaned up a little and put all the garbage they had just created into the trash bin on the side.

The three of them said goodbye to Zhao Mian and prepared to visit Chu Chun.

"Wait a minute!" Zhao Mian suddenly stopped a few people.

"Is there anything else?" asked Saten, with some curiosity.

Zhao Mian didn't reply, he put his hand in his trouser pocket, pretending to grope for something, but in fact, he took out a king's mark from his space bag.

Zhao Mian held the seal of the king in the palm of his hand and said softly: "May the blessings of the ancient kings protect us." A holy light was transmitted to the seal along with Zhao Mian's hand.

Zhao Mian handed the imprint in his hand that was emitting a trace of holy light to Zuo Tian, "Help me give this to Chu Chun, maybe I can make her better a little faster." ”