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Sharo Sejima put away his open textbook and sat down beside the chair next to him.
He sat next to Explosive Tycoon Wins Over Himself. "It's convenient to talk about the questions like this."
Cymbidium Japonicum and Chako Hikari could no longer refuse.
They could only sit down next to each other.
Sharo Sejima seemed to think that if there were girls present,
Explode would be gentle and patient with him.
However, he thought too much.
Once again, he made a mistake on an example problem that involved the previous knowledge.
Explode mercilessly hit Sharo Sejima's head with the book in his hand and said angrily, "Are you doing this on purpose? Do you want to die?! "
"Bang!" Chako Hikari, who was about to fall asleep from solving math problems, was jolted awake. She took a pen and began to write furiously.
Cymbidium Japonicum leaned over to take a look.
She copied the question three times on the draft paper and even copied it wrongly.
The angry roar of a tycoon was really a must-have refresher during the end of term revision.
Kamikaze Katsuyoshi told Cheshima Rai 'er about the mistakes in an unfriendly tone, and then picked a similar example for him to do.
Then, he stood up with a sour face and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."
After that, he slouched and put his hands in his pockets and walked away from Sharo Sejima.
The three people who were left behind looked up at each other in silence.
Then, they breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why is math so difficult —" Sharo Sejima said in distress.
He scratched his hair so hard that it was as if he was going to pull his scalp bald.
Chako Hikari nodded her head in understanding.
"Sharo and Explode seem to have a good relationship," Cymbidium Japonicum said curiously.
Chako Hikari nodded again and said, "Yes, yes.
How can they be so close? "
Sharo Sejima tapped his head, making a crisp sound of metal hitting metal. "Probably because I'm stubborn."
"Pfft —"
Cymbidium Japonicum and Chako Hikari both held back their laughter.
"Just kidding." Sharo Sejima also smiled.
He raised his left thumb.
He pointed in the direction Explode left.
"That guy may have a bad temper,
But he's actually a good person. "
As soon as he said that,
Explode came back with a tray. He noticed Sharo Sejima........ and without saying anything, he put the tray on the table.... four cups of drinks on the table shook of the table..
The tycoon had already taken a glass of iced cola from the tray.
....... also... . thanks. " Sharo Sejima said happily and winked at the two girls at the opposite table. He looked like he was telling the truth. "Ah, are they all hot drinks? No more iced Coke? "
"You're drinking coffee." Explode bit a piece of ice in his mouth and said vaguely, "Do you think you're qualified to go to bed early tonight with your progress?"
Sharo Sejima took his coffee away without complaint in the face of the strict and irritable "make-up teacher."
Cymbidium Japonicum and Chako Hikari thanked Explode and took their drinks away.
Cymbidium Japonicum took a sip.
It was hot milk.
While the students of Class A were preparing for the final exam, the teachers of Xiongying were also studying the actual combat content of the final exam.
Ōta Aizawa, the head teacher of Class A, held the notebook that recorded the students in the class and said slowly, "Explode is good in all aspects, but he relies too much on his personality. It can be said that he only pursues strength and is weak in close combat."
"Kizuki is the opposite. Her fighting skills and on-the-spot judgment are one of the best in the class. But she doesn't rely on her personality, or even deliberately doesn't use it. " Ōta Aizawa said calmly, "She didn't use her personality in the first round of the sports festival, and deliberately avoided it in the third round. Coupled with the 'business street incident,' she may have rejected the use of her personality."
Ormet pinched his chin. "It seems to be true. Kizuki didn't use her personality in the class this semester except when necessary. This mentality probably has something to do with her unstable personality, but generally speaking, unstable personalities can be used to improve proficiency through practice. "
For example, Idehisa had been forcing himself to improve the limits of his personality, and gradually mastered "One For All" through continuous practice.
"So, let's not let her use her personality."
"Don't use her personality in the actual combat exam?"
"No, she doesn't need to take the actual combat exam. She passes directly."
The teachers sitting there were a little surprised. "She doesn't need to take the exam?"
"Since she doesn't use her personality, she's not qualified to take the exam." Ōta Aizawa turned to the next page without looking up. "The ultimate purpose of the actual combat exam is to test and help improve the students' ability, not to take the exam. The next one is eight million … "
Forcing the students to change their mentality in this way … He was indeed a demon teacher.
*
The three-day written exam ended.
The next day, the students of Class A changed into their combat uniforms and came to the entrance of the actual combat exam. They found out that the exam content was not expected to fight with simulated enemies, but to practice with the teachers in pairs.
Oh my god, this difficulty level is too great! '
The teachers were professional heroes who had experienced hundreds of battles. They were much more powerful than simulated enemies.
Ōta Aizawa announced the names of the ten teams participating in the exam, the teachers, the location, and the rules.
Cymbidium Japonicum listened carefully. When Ōta Aizawa put away the list, she did not hear her name, so she raised her hand. "Teacher, why is my name not on the list?"
"Director General Luo Ao asked you not to use your personality as much as possible. You may use your personality in the actual combat exam, so you pass without taking the exam." Ōta Aizawa found a high-sounding reason to make the police take the blame.
"Ah, pass without taking the exam?"
"I'm so envious. QAQ."
There was a commotion in the Class A crowd.
"This is not fair." Cymbidium Japonicum frowned and protested. "I can take the actual combat exam without using my personality."
Ōta Aizawa responded calmly, "This is a team exam. If you don't use your personality, it's also unfair to your partner."
If you could use your personality, you would have more flexibility and be able to deal with the difficulties in the exam room. If you didn't use your personality, you may become a burden in some situations and affect your partner's performance.
Cymbidium Japonicum was speechless. She clenched her fists. Xiongying was so obedient to the police. Didn't they flaunt the freedom of education?
"Then just say that I failed the actual combat exam. That's only fair." Cymbidium Japonicum said loudly, "It's because I can't use my personality that I missed the actual combat exam. I failed."
"Xiao Kui!" Chako Hikari pulled Cymbidium Japonicum's finger.
Ōta Aizawa nodded, as if he had expected Cymbidium Japonicum to say this. "Okay, Cymbidium Japonicum failed the actual combat exam."
What a devil teacher.
A devil who had everything under control.
"Okay, the first group is ready to enter the venue. The rest of you, go to the monitoring room and wait."
Cymbidium Japonicum didn't expect that she wouldn't be allowed to take the exam because of her personality. She couldn't accept it when she followed the group to the monitoring room.
She was isolated from the class just like that?
She couldn't secretly use her personality without letting the police know, or not use "Corona Of The Moon"?
She didn't expect him to be such a rule-abiding hero.
This didn't feel like a battlefield at all. It felt like she was in an amusement park … Could she really become a professional hero with this personality? And if she continued to dream, the new ability that she had finally adapted to would be replaced again.
Cymbidium Japonicum sighed and immediately shook her head to get rid of this depressing thought.
She glanced at the forest on the left and saw that the ice dragon left by Bombardment Jelly had slowly melted under the control of her personality, wetting the ground. Looking at the mess around her, Cymbidium Japonicum couldn't help but be distracted.
I'm too unenvironmentally friendly. If I'm found out, I'll be fined.
Just as this thought flashed through her mind, the things that she had created with magic suddenly became blurry and shattered. Finally, they turned into specks of light and disappeared.
Cymbidium Japonicum widened her eyes in surprise. She walked to the tree where the poker card had been thrown and examined it carefully. There were still traces of the thin card cutting into the tree trunk.
It seemed that the damage caused wouldn't disappear.
"Rumble —"
The neglected stomach once again let out a whine, unwilling to be left out. The Moonwatcher Flower covered its stomach with its hand and looked around.
"Oh no."
The trees around her looked almost the same. It was impossible to tell the direction, let alone find the way.
After hiding in the forest for nearly an hour, Cymbidium Japonicum finally remembered her weakness of not being able to tell the direction. If she had thought of it earlier, she definitely wouldn't have gone deep into the forest alone. Finding a toilet to transform and then blending into the crowd was also a strategy.
Cymbidium Japonicum could only follow the ice dragon left by Bombardment Jelly, hoping to find a way or meet him.
But … why is this guy going deeper and deeper? The trees are getting denser and denser. If I keep going like this, I definitely won't be able to find the right way.
Cymbidium Japonicum stopped.
She looked up at the small piece of sky covered by the dense canopy and thought that if she waited here, would her classmates notice that she was "missing" and launch a search for her? Then, with Bombardment Jelly's reminder, they would find her weak, pitiful, and hungry in the forest.
But that would also be embarrassing.
To become a professional hero, one must be reliable, strong, and reliable. If she couldn't even overcome such a small predicament, how could she face a more difficult battlefield?
Cymbidium Japonicum straightened her back and calmed down from the panic caused by being lost. Then, she thought of the trick that she had never used again. She conjured a magic staff and a top hat, creating a "flying tool."
Watching the cluster of balloons continue to grow and float in the air and slowly rise, Cymbidium Japonicum jumped lightly. The balloons sank a little and then flew into the sky again.
The surrounding sea of trees continued to sink, and the smell of grass and trees slowly dissipated. When she passed by, she seemed to hear the touch of branches and leaves, and the sound of the wind blowing past her ears. Cymbidium Japonicum looked at the sea of green under her feet and also saw the training ground and buildings at the edge of the forest.
The balloons seemed to be controlled by a machine. They obeyed Cymbidium Japonicum's will and maintained a certain altitude as they flew toward the open space of the training ground.
Just as they approached the edge of the forest, a violent explosion suddenly exploded under her feet. The dust mixed with the heat of the explosion hit her in the face. The heat wave caused Cymbidium Japonicum's hair and clothes to fly backward, and the balloon was also unstable in the air. After the USJ attack, her tense nerves had not relaxed. Cymbidium Japonicum subconsciously thought that they were under attack again.
"Boom!"
There was another explosion.
A piece of gravel was blown into the air and flew straight in the direction of Cymbidium Japonicum.
She decisively let go, and her body fell like a bullet. At the same time, she threw a small ball to the ground. At the moment when she was about to hit the ground, the small ball also expanded. Cymbidium Japonicum stepped on the ball with the tip of her foot and was bounced in the other direction. She reacted quickly and reached out to grab a branch that stretched out horizontally. She was thrown by the resilient branch, turned in a circle in the air, and landed lightly.
The series of explosions did not stop, almost exploding in her ears. Because she was closer, she could feel the heat wave and a pungent smell in the air.
Cymbidium Japonicum leaned against a tree vigilantly and peeked her head out to take a look.
The ground was bumpy and covered with scorch marks. The air was filled with a faint black fog and dust. The light generated by the explosion made a figure appear in the black fog, and she seemed to be able to hear the suppressed breathing.
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