"Oh." Mount Aoyama Is Elegant looked at Cymbidium Japonicum's (bowl-sized) fist and lowered his head sadly.
She looks so sweet, but why does it feel like she's a little devil?
Damn it, Xiong Ying High School is full of scams.
"Pfft —" Chako Hikari looked at Mount Aoyama Is Elegant's deflated expression and couldn't help but smile. However, she was afraid that she would continue to hurt his young and fragile heart, so she immediately covered her mouth. Her round face puffed up, and the blush on her cheeks became even more obvious.
Everyone who heard their conversation had a smile on their faces.
Minoru Fengda silently took a step back, afraid that Cymbidium Japonicum's "fist" would hit his head. It would be "grape juice."
"Next group, Mizoru Muzo, Leaf Crypsis." Ōta Aizawa's face turned around again. Because of his injury, his face was covered with bandages, and it was impossible to see his facial expression.
However, the students of Class A seemed to be able to feel the homeroom teacher's "murderous gaze" through the gaps in the bandages. Everyone pursed their lips and looked obediently at AsiaZe-sensei.
Cymbidium Japonicum, who was the "center of the incident," pretended to be serious, pretending that she didn't gossip just now.
Ye Yin took off his gloves and shoes, and quietly walked into the battlefield. Mu Zo's body was slightly bent, and he opened his tentacles that were covered with membranes, and the duplicated ears at the top were vigilantly listening to the movements in the battlefield.
Leaf Crypsis's personality was too suitable for stealth, and Mizoru Muzo's personality was good at detection. No one dared to act rashly, and the situation became a stalemate.
Cymbidium Japonicum was also a little nervous and held her breath. While waiting, her eyes couldn't help but wander. She saw Midoriya Idehisa staring at the battlefield while holding a small notebook and taking notes.
Because he was seriously injured in the USJ incident, he wasn't allowed to participate in the actual classroom combat. Therefore, he was more focused on participating in the training in another way.
He was really working hard.
Cymbidium Japonicum's mouth curved. Although she had been working hard toward the goal of being a professional hero since she was young. However, after entering Xiongying, she realized that there were many strong and hardworking people. As long as she relaxed a little, she would be left behind by her companions.
So, she had to work harder.
Cymbidium Japonicum watched the five-minute one-on-one battles. After all, she had delayed her enrollment and missed out on a period of time to get to know her classmates. She didn't know much about their personalities and personalities. This was the time for her to cram her knowledge.
Although the students in the class were easy to get along with, sometimes she still felt that it was a little difficult to fit in.
.. they wanted to be friends and they wanted to be good friends and and wanted to be good.
After the class ended, Class A, who had stretched themselves, chatted and laughed as they walked back to the teaching building from the training ground.
"I" Fragrant Fragrant Fragrant Incense whisper. Xiangxiang said in a low voice, "When I was designing, I wanted to match her personality too much, so I didn't think too much."
Cymbidium Japonicum suddenly remembered her own combat suit. Of course, it wasn't the one she was wearing. When she received the admission notice, she also submitted her own combat suit design.
But at that time, her ability was Fire Manipulation. The combat suit she designed was also to serve it. It was time to change the combat suit design. It couldn't serve the "ability" but herself. Moreover, she didn't know what "ability" she would become next. If she could transform, she wouldn't need the combat suit at all.
I have to design the combat suit from the perspective of strengthening my own ability. Like before junior high school, I only thought about fighting skills, physical fitness, and brain analysis. The combat suit needs to enhance the body's mobility, increase strength, and …
Just as she was racking her brains, a series of exaggerated laughter entered her ears. "Did Class A wear the combat suit for special training? It can't be helped. As long as we relax, Class B will surpass you. "
Cymbidium Japonicum looked up and saw a blonde boy arrogantly raising his chin. The corner of his mouth pulled into an evil arc as he laughed arrogantly. "Living under the pressure of Class B, hahahaha."
"Who is he?" Cymbidium Japonicum whispered.
"Monogatari Naruto from Class B." Sana Ashido leaned closer and answered. "He especially likes to provoke Class A."
Cymbidium Japonicum's gaze fell on his face again. This person felt weird … Ah, he obviously had the face of a protagonist. Why was he talking like a villain?
In comparison, Explode was more consistent with his actions. He didn't feel weird.
Cymbidium Japonicum was still a little dissatisfied with being provoked like this. She clenched her fist and wanted to be a little inelegant. "Won't he get beaten up like this?"
But since no one in Class A showed an angry expression.
Then forgive me for being chivalrous in this way.
As soon as he finished speaking.
"Bang!"
An orange-haired girl walked out of Class B's team and knocked Monogatari Naruto out with a punch. She left a word of apology and simply carried him back to the team.
"…"
She seemed to understand why everyone was so calm.
After returning to the classroom, Cymbidium Japonicum was called to the teacher's lounge by Aizawa. She nervously opened the door, thinking that she had made a big mistake.
"Kizuki." Ōta Aizawa went straight to the point. "I noticed that your personality is different from when you were recommended for the entrance exam. Also, when you entered the school, you took leave because of your personality."
Ōta Aizawa was holding Cymbidium Japonicum's personality registration form in his hand. He saw that the registration form had changed from "unknown" to "fire control". But during the training just now, the personality she displayed definitely didn't belong to one of those categories.
Cymbidium Japonicum lowered her head. She had never told anyone outside of her family about the uniqueness of her personality. Her grandfather felt that it was better to keep it a secret, so he came up with a fixed explanation. Her personality was:
"Magic." Cymbidium Japonicum's gaze fell on the edge of Aizawa's paper. "My personality is magic, but it's unstable. It will change, and when it changes, I will fall asleep. I don't know why it's like this. "
This was actually the truth. Kizuki's family had done a lot of research and analysis on Cymbidium Japonicum's personality, but the results were inconclusive.
Cymbidium Japonicum couldn't see Ōta Aizawa's expression from his bandaged face, so she had no way of knowing whether or not he believed her explanation.
Ōta Aizawa didn't believe her.
But there were too many uncertainties and secrets from the birth of a personality. Even after five generations of development, he still couldn't find the reason behind it. He believed Cymbidium Japonicum's "I don't know why it's like this."
He still needed to observe her for a while.
"In the process of growing up, a teenager's personality will become unstable." Ōta Aizawa followed Cymbidium Japonicum's words, as if he didn't want to pursue the matter. "If you have any problems, you can ask the school for help."
Cymbidium Japonicum nodded. When she opened the door and left, she looked at her teacher nervously.
However, the uneasiness of having his secret discovered was quickly replaced by another major event.
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