After the incident, the work of Xiongying High School was actively carried out.

The first is the reassurance of the students, and what was thought to be the most headache procedure was actually very smooth.

But just in case, all combat uniforms, as well as some teaching tools, have been recycled and remade; The training ground is also facing a temporary lockdown.

The faculty and staff are all cooperating with the police investigation and evidence collection, but Ms. Midnight and Bresant are given a more difficult task by the principal-

From the moment the props exploded, many reporters were like catching an egg that suddenly showed its cracks, and they followed their professional ethics and flew towards Xiongying High School from all over the country.

So soon, the school gate of Xiongying High School was occupied by a team of reporters.

In the face of the two representatives of the school, the reporter's questions were varied.

"What is the actual height of Principal Nezu", "How many winds can blow the head of Bresant's plane down", "Can Ms. Midnight's sleep incense repel mosquitoes", "Is Olmet's love life going well"......

The two coped with each other one by one, but the reporter did not show any intention of retreating, and if it continued like this, it would delay a lot of work.

So at midnight, he had an idea and whispered to Brecente: "The male reporter will be handled by me, and the female reporter will be yours." ”

Before Bresant could figure it out, Midnight Lady went into action.

The arm bent to the door, the head leaned obliquely on the palm, the blue wave of hair lazily brushed behind the ear, the waist and back bent, like a plump branch covered with huge coconut fruit hanging in the middle, the eyes were graceful and fragrant, and he pouted slightly to the crowd in front of him: "People are a little tired, if there is any problem, can you leave it until next time, and have a long talk with me...... Po~"

The male reporters wiped the corners of their mouths and said seriously: "Girls' family, it's not easy, let's not make any more trouble." ”

"In my opinion, I'll come back next time." ……

As soon as you say a word, the male reporters quickly retreated.

Receiving Midnight's ultimate move up close, Bresant was immediately dumbfounded.

The female reporters looked at the distant backs and all scoffed.

"Why are they thinking about this virtue with their lower bodies?"

"There is no professionalism at all, which really corrupts the atmosphere of the journalist circle!"

After saying that, they all turned their heads and glared at Bresant, wondering what tricks you could play.

Bresant was at a loss, but a clear male voice came from behind: "Beautiful female reporters, it's too hard to work in the sun, these are free meal coupons, please come to my chain store after the interview." ”

Bresant couldn't help but be stunned, and the female reporters suddenly changed their ways, all of them seemed to be birds, and even their eyes were pink.

"Isn't this the famous food hero, Mr. Osamu Furumura......"

"Yes, Mr. Furumura Shu is young and promising, talented and heroic, ****, since everyone has spoken, let's reluctantly go for it!" ……

The reporters retreated one after another, Furumura Xiu continued to work, and patted Bresant on the shoulder at midnight and said: "It's not that you can't do it, but you complain that the society is too impetuous." ”

……

The emergency meeting organized by President Nezu has ended, and it is the afternoon in the blink of an eye.

Hinata Nagashima was alone, lying on the bed in the school infirmary, with the window open in the corner, and a pleasant breeze was blowing in the middle.

After being treated urgently, Nagashima has been asleep, very heavy and heavy, and his body occasionally twists, because of the nightmares of the sword mountain and the sea of fire, one after another.

Aizawa sat next to him and tucked the open quilt away.

But Nagashima's body shook again, and then he woke up.

It took four seconds to make out the ceiling and chandelier, and consciousness had returned, but rather sluggishly.

The pain all over his body made him can't help but "sizzle", and glanced into the quilt, the personality of the restored girl is really powerful, and the wound has obviously recovered.

put down the quilt, wiped his face, and then said sadly to himself: "It's over, it's scarred...... In the future, I can only be the third handsome in the class. ”

"Hmph," a playful laugh came from the side: "Life is almost gone, what's the use of asking for face." ”

Nagashima was taken aback, only to realize that there had been someone next to him: "Mr. Aizawa Xiaotai, why are you here?" ”

"Don't move." The teacher's voice was calm: "Your face is a drug to restore the girl, and if you get it off, you will really have a scar." ”

Nagashima paused, but he was still a little nervous when he faced the homeroom teacher at close range.

Close your eyes and forcibly instill in yourself: don't be afraid, he's a two-dimensional person, uh-huh!

But when I opened my eyes, this gloomy and depressed atmosphere was too realistic......

At this time, Aizawa Xiaota spoke first, briefly explained the progress of the incident to Nagashima, and emphatically admonished: "Recently, you must be careful of a girl who can make the function of props or toys realistic. ”

"Girls?" Nagashima couldn't help but wonder: "The people who attacked us weren't adults?" ”

Aizawa Xiaota nodded: "If the target is accurate, the other party is a girl about the same age as you." ”……

The two then chatted about some trivial matters, and unconsciously, Aizawa Xiaota pulled the conversation back to the topic: "Hinata, I've always been curious, how much personality do you have?" ”

Long Island was dumbfounded for a while, his personality was obviously unclear, and the number was not counted.

Fortunately, the door opened at this time, and the atmosphere immediately relaxed.

I saw the recovery girl staggering to the bedside: "Well, the recovery speed is faster than I imagined, if I continue to cooperate with the treatment, there is definitely a possibility of recovery...... What a miracle......"

Nagashima suddenly pleaded, "That...... Can I take some pain medication...... It's really hard to be physically uncomfortable! ”

"Absolutely not." The recovery girl sternly refused: "Overdose of painkillers will interfere with my personality and affect the recovery effect." ”

Then, she looked at Aizawa Xiaotai: "The injured need to be quiet and recuperate, and idlers are not allowed to enter this room." ”

Aizawa Xiaota still wanted to play tricks: "I'm not an idler, I'm his homeroom teacher." ”

The recovery girl didn't hear anything, so she just dragged Aizawa out of the door all the way.

But beside the door, there was a sudden noise that was not serious—

"Teacher, can we go in and see Long Island? …… Just a minute! ”

"The recovery girl just reminded me that the students of Long Island need to rest, and idlers here are not allowed to enter."

"It's just 59 seconds, hehe~" Everyone outside the door is still bargaining.

"Class will be in a few minutes, hurry back to the classroom!"

"It's 58 seconds, hehe~"

Aizawa waved his hand helplessly: "Go, go, go, don't exceed 58 seconds!" ”

Then, a group of familiar faces rushed through the door, and at random glance, there were more than a dozen people.

"I don't know if Nagashima has covered the quilt, if I see it, what will I do if I am innocent in this life!"

"Please, your fingers are too big!"

"Nagashima-san, this is my new dessert for you, super luxury ice cream mix!"

"She mixed ice cream, just ice cream, pudding, and broken biscuits, all mixed together, and served it to you."

"Nagashima do you know, you look a little handsome in battle!"

"Long Island, do you know that your near-death appearance is a bit miserable! …… Ahhh Don't do it! The point is, I'm not lying! ”

……

As soon as class arrives, the room will be quiet, and Nagashima will be able to sleep well, but as long as class is over, his classmates will never let him go.

Long Island is sleepy and tired, but at the same time, it is inexplicably reassuring.

Soon it was time for the end of school, and the campus gradually became quiet, and Nagashima was silently alone looking at everyone's gifts.

He needs to wait for the evening treatment process of the resumption girl, so he can't leave for the time being.

At this time, Midoritani's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Xiao ...... Xiaosheng, what are you doing standing here, you want to ...... Let's go in together? ”

"Humph!" There was nothing else to say, and a trace of footsteps faded away.

After a long time, the door was gently pushed open, and Izuku Midoriya crept in.

"Why are you sneaking around stealing gifts?" Long Island joked.

"So you didn't sleep......" Izuku Midoriya scratched his head.

"You're not home so late?"

Midoriya stood on the edge of the bed and spread out his palms, and a piece of green cloth lay in it: "I'm here to thank you for helping me keep my precious things." ”

"Don't think too much about it...... Are your fingers better? ”

Midoriya snapped his fingers: "It's much better, although it hurts slightly, it's fine......

A few minutes later, Midoriya left, and Nagashima looked around, and there was a strange feeling in the room: "Who ......"

A figure appeared from the porch, carrying a paper bag in his hand, and sat directly on the chair next to the bed: "Nagashima-san, as soon as I entered the door, I bumped into you suspicious, it's a little scary~"

Seeing this person, Nagashima really couldn't calm down, he couldn't be sure when the other party entered the room: "You are, Mr. Furumura Shu?" ”

Furumura Shu opened the paper bag: "I heard that you have become the hero of our Xiongying High School, so this chef has specially prepared a seven-star dinner for you." ”

Nagashima doesn't like to talk to him, this person is always yin and yang, but that bag is too fragrant......

The other party opened the lunch box and carefully moved it to Long Island's side.

Long Island was always inexplicably wary of him, but he was convinced that there was absolutely no problem with these dinners.

After taking the lunch box, I roughly looked at it, it was just a simple fried rice, but after a bite......

Delicious food on earth! The best in the world! A stunner in the world! Food heroes, sure enough, are not covered!

Nagashima hated his poor words.

This fried rice removes all the dross from the ingredients, but leaves the most essential parts of the palate.

For the first time, Nagashima felt that eating was beyond the scope of the mouth and formed a whole sensory enjoyment.

"Poof!" Furumura Shu laughed.

"What's wrong?" Long Island was puzzled.

"You gobble it up like a pig." The other party responded.

Nagashima coughed twice and put down the lunch box: "Mr. Osamu Furumura, thank you for the dinner you made for me...... But there's something I've always wanted to ask you. ”

The other party was speechless, but nodded.

"Do you remember the last golden phalange?" Nagashima always felt that the other party must know something about the phalanges.

But the other party's eyes lit up instantly: "Aren't you going to ask for it?!" Don't give it to me! ”

Nagashima waved his hand, as if he had asked the wrong person......

It was nearly ten o'clock, and the day's treatment on Long Island was finally over.

The recovery girl advised him to stay in the infirmary, but he insisted on leaving.

After all, there are still two little ones waiting to eat at home.

Nagashima didn't even dare to think about how the two little ones would survive if something really happened today.

Back in the infirmary, Nagashima endured the pain and packed various items into his backpack, he now had to speed up because many of the stores were closing, and the little one's dinner was a problem.

I accidentally touched the paper bag in the corner of the table, and it seemed to have some weight. When he opened it, Nagashima couldn't help but frown.

There were still two boxes of fried rice of the same size left, and the aroma immediately filled the room.

But what Nagashima cares about is another problem-

"Two boxes of fried rice...... Two brains without ...... Coincidental? Nagashima muttered alone.