The entrance exam is officially over, and the students are leaving the venue one after another.

In the next day and a half of the holidays, everyone only needs to wait for the admission notice.

Not far in front of Hinata Nagashima is the faltering Midoriya Idehisa.

Since the side effects of OneForAll have not been completely eliminated, and it takes a lot of energy to restore the girl's personality, Izuku Midoriya is still weak in his limbs, and he is a little shaky even when he walks.

Looking at that lonely back, Hinata Nagashima hurriedly stepped forward to stabilize it.

I just met one morning, the time is not long, and the topics that can be exchanged are still very limited, but even so, Hinata Nagashima still sent the other party all the way to the subway station.

Then, after a few tens of minutes of driving, Hinata Nagashima also returned to his residence, an apartment building on the outskirts of the city.

Stepping up the stairs, walking through the verandah, unlocking the door, the sunny room is quite spacious.

All kinds of household items are old, but they are also available.

Putting down his schoolbag, he slammed himself on the bed, and the whole person lay on his back, and the breath around him made him feel stable.

When I close my eyes, my mind is full of scenes from the entrance exam.

Hinata's crossing of Nagashima Island did make some subtle changes to the original plot.

But he didn't expect that Izuku Midoriya ended up with zero points.

And what makes him feel the most headache is his personality.

At first, when Long Island had just crossed the country, his personality was only the skill of a single natural element, such as wind or earth.

Later, at some point, he was able to use a combination of the two natural elements, such as the ice he used in the morning exam.

With such a complicated move, it was difficult for him to accurately define his personality, so when he submitted his personal record, he simply filled in the word "speed" in the "personality" column.

Speaking of his personality, Hinata Nagashima naturally conjures up images of a bizarre space.

Every time he activates his personality, that space will appear in his mind without exception.

There are occasional pauses, but most of the time, the space is fleeting as soon as it appears.

However, Hinata Nagashima is more and more convinced that there is a connection between that space and his personality, more or less.

As soon as Nagashima rolled over, he immediately sat on the edge of the bed.

There's nothing to do all afternoon anyway, so why not take this opportunity to take a closer look.

He inhaled the air deeply, then slowly closed his eyes, his mind tense to intercept and capture the shadowless space that came and went.

The mind moved slightly, the muscles shrugged, and the whole body was ready to prepare for the initiation of personality.

Sure enough, at the moment when he was about to use his strength, a scene of space gently appeared in his mind.

Hinata Nagashima immediately terminated the activation of his personality, causing a restraining discomfort all over his body.

But he pursed the corners of his lips, because the space had been successfully captured.

He couldn't help but wonder why this space was just an ideology after all, but why it had a strong sense of existence.

As he was nervously thinking, the scene in front of him suddenly shook slightly, and he had the illusion that he would slip away at any moment, and Nagashima realized that he had to seize all the time.

Trying to get closer, trying to feel, thinking back, I could only observe from the perspective of a third person, but at this moment, I can actually step directly into the space.

Hinata Nagashima spun around in place.

There were no lights, but there was a dim light all around.

In front of him was a flat wall, and under his feet he stepped on the cold ground.

All other directions, left and right, overhead and behind him, were immersed in oppressive darkness, and although there was some distance between him and the darkness, the other party seemed to be squeezing over at any moment.

"Is that all?" Hinata Nagashima muttered, his tone was not disappointed, it was just such a simple scene, it was difficult to relate to his personality.

After hesitating for a moment, he still tentatively took a step, and Nagashima touched the wall in front of him with his bare hands, but he really didn't expect that a heavy force suddenly forced his fingers along the wall, and then rushed into his body.

The texture of power is too unfamiliar, and it doesn't stop running around in the body.

The brain was obviously still focused on thinking, but it was caught off guard by this force.

His eyes were dim and his consciousness was blurred, and the scene in front of him gradually shrank into a thin and narrow line, and then his eyelids naturally closed, and Hinata Nagashima fell into a deep sleep.

……

It's a couple of hours.

When he woke up again, it was already dusk.

The whole person sat on the floor, leaning on the bedside table with his back on the bedside table, leaning on the edge of the bed with one hand and holding his head with the other.

He knew that he had slept to death, but when he woke up, his whole body became extremely relaxed.

The scene of that space is still vivid in Hinata's Nagashima memory.

The oppressive darkness, the heavy power, and even the space itself can't even be said to exist.

Nagashima rubbed his head, and with his current ability, it seemed that it was not enough to solve those mysteries.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something important, so he patted his ass and stood up, instead of pushing the door open quickly.

The rusty lock was opened, and a brand new envelope was lying in the mailbox next to the door.

Letter of acceptance from Xiongying High School.

The result was completely unexpected.

Originally, he thought that he would face this moment calmly, but when he got the envelope, he was still too excited to help himself.

Hurriedly returning to the table, he quickly opened the envelope, and dropped a miniature projection device from it.

Nagashima reached for the switch and a holographic image immediately unfolded in the air.

The protagonist of the image, Olmet, a professional hero ranked No. 1, recorded a welcome speech in the image of the American version of Muscle Uncle.

"Good afternoon, Hinata-san, congratulations on successfully passing the entrance examination of Xiongying High School. The moment you get the envelope, it means that you have officially become a member of our Xiongying High School. In the next campus life, I hope you can not forget your original intention and exercise your personality to the extreme, so as to become an outstanding hero. ”

Then, the whole image froze, and Olmet seemed to hesitate about something, but quickly made up his mind and said: "Hinata-san, I was moved by the picture of you helping Midoriya Izuhisa in the examination room, and if you can, I hope you can become good friends." ”

With that, Ormet put on a sincere smile and disappeared from the frame completely.

Hinata Nagashima put away the envelope: "Olmet, always put Midoriya-san first." ”

"Goo-goo——!

He reached out and touched his stomach, which had already begun to protest solemnly.

When I think about it, I seem to be so busy that I forgot to eat lunch.

Long Island couldn't help but look at the kitchen, although rice, flour, oil and salt were all available, but on this special day, he still planned to go out and treat himself.

"Well, after all, the stomach is the window of the soul! No one can bitter their stomachs if they are bitter! ”

With such a lofty creed, Hinata Nagashima quickly closed the door.

……

Less than two minutes after leaving, the next room was dimly lit.

A teenager who had just turned ten, with a huge headset on his head and a row of complex instruments across from him, his fingers tapping quickly on the keyboard.

A strange man's voice came from the other side of the headset: "Your side, how is the situation?" ”

The young man stopped, and his voice was quite old-fashioned: "The same as the test results of those two places, for a certain period of time this afternoon, there were obvious dimensional interface fluctuations around Hinuga Nagashima's room. ”