This is the anti-theft chapter,
If you buy less than 80% of the chapter, you won't be able to display the contents of the new chapter for 48 hours
×××
...
A week later,
The training ground.
During the continuous training every day, Boom and Prunus's special training finally showed some improvement.
Because, in Prunus's words,
She felt that Boom was very attentive to her training design,
Boom was very good at setting goals for Prunus that she could gradually achieve, which allowed her to improve at a speed visible to the naked eye.
For example, the initial goal of her personality training was to make clay to the limit to increase the amount of clay she could make; and from the second training,
She had to make clay shapes at the same time to improve her ability to make weapons immediately in times of crisis; from the third training,
She had to extend the use of those clay animals...
Compared to the beginning,
Prunus had a much better grasp of her personality.
...
"Prunus, are you also going to train today?"
The hero theory class ended for the day,
Teacher Number 13 deliberately stopped Prunus, who immediately picked up her backpack and rushed out of the classroom, and asked in a gentle tone.
"Yes,
I have an appointment with Boom to have dinner in advance and then practice. I have to go buy dinner right away! "Carrying a backpack in her hand, she reported to Teacher Number 13 seriously.
"Although working hard is a good thing..." Teacher Number 13 sounded annoyed.
He reached out and held his space helmet face. "But leaving the classroom immediately after the teacher's lecture also hurts the teacher."
"Hey!"
Prunus felt guilty and carefully hugged Teacher Number 13. "... I'm sorry QAQ."
"It's okay." Teacher Number 13 reached out and patted Prunus,
"Go, go, I was just teasing you."
"Wuwuwu, I'm going!" Prunus nodded,
And immediately ran to the cafeteria.
For Teacher Number 13,
She was very grateful and liked it very much. After all, Teacher Number 13 had been patiently teaching her and giving her many opportunities.
So this time, she would seize the opportunity to improve her strength!
Teacher Number 13 looked at Prunus's clumsy figure working hard and smiled lovingly and gently.
...
...
In the training room.
Today's training was about the cooperation between Boom and Prunus: Boom would create ice and fire obstacles that would suddenly appear, while Prunus would manipulate the clay to continuously create living clay creatures to avoid Boom's attacks.
"Ah, how did it end up there?!"
Another clay bird was pierced through the heart by an icicle. Prunus grumbled in pain, "I put a lot of effort into that!"
"…" Hong was somewhat helpless. Should he apologize?
"One more time!"
Prunus frowned and released a large pile of soft clay from her palm. Under her control, the clay was shaped into an eagle that was half the height of a human and flapped its wings.
Bombardment Scorch also silently sped up the speed of making icicles in his hands. For him, the sports festival was coming soon, and he had to improve his strength. Presumably, his classmates in the next room were also practicing non-stop.
"Teacher Bombardment Scorch, don't you want to take a break?"
After two hours of practice, Prunus asked curiously. Speaking of which, she was very used to being called "Teacher Bombardment Scorch". "Don't you need to prepare for your sports festival?"
"No, I will accompany you no matter how much you want to practice … Hmm."
Bombardment Scorch hesitated. He did sweat a lot just now, and he was a little thirsty. "Well, I will go out and get a drink. Let's take a break for a while."
"Okay."
Prunus nodded and turned back to raise her hand, intending to continue practicing independently … But Hong stopped her again. "Take a break. Tomorrow is the weekend, and we can practice all day." Hong was recently good at coaxing the training maniac with such words.
"Oh, okay." Prunus nodded obediently and watched Bombardment Scorch leave the room.
...
After putting on his sports jacket, Bombardment Scorch jogged to the door of the training ground.
To be honest, Prunus was right. He did need to start thinking about preparing for his sports festival.
When he returned to the dormitory in the past few days, it wasn't difficult to see Green Valley's figure undergoing independent training. Wherever he went, he would bring along a dumbbell used to train his arm strength. Indeed, everyone in Dormitory 2-A could feel his boldness, and they all began to train in secret.
Therefore, he did not have time to delay his personal practice.
But Hong was a little troubled. After all, he could not rest assured about Prunus.
This was a rare opportunity. Compared to his own business, Hong wanted to help her more. But Prunus would not allow it, right?
Maybe he should think about a training method that could improve the strength of both of them at the same time?
For example, a form of one-on-one combat …
Looking at the drink dispenser, his mind was full of thoughts. Bombardment Scorch was dumbfounded as he ordered two more sports drinks.
… He had to go back quickly. Although he told her to take a break, she would still secretly practice.
He would decide on this matter later.
Hong's mouth twitched a little helplessly. He slowly walked to the entrance of the training ground. Unsurprisingly, he saw the back of the girl who was shooting clay at the target alone.
She was always like this. It was as if she did not have enough time. She always used more time than others to repeat the same thing.
— He really did not know why she was so desperate. What was she chasing?
With this thought, Hong walked to her side and put the cold drink bottle on her face. "Didn't I tell you to take a break?"
She was very focused during the practice. Even if he did not deliberately walk softly, she would not notice him approaching.
Prunus felt cold on her cheeks. She was so scared that she stopped what she was doing. She turned around and took the drink from Bombardment Scorch. She patted her frightened little heart with a sad face. Recently, he seemed to like to silently appear behind her.
"… Teacher Bombardment Scorch has such a bad taste." She felt very troubled.
"It's you who is too focused."
Bombardment Scorch was not to be outdone. He sat down in front of her again. "I told you to take a break."
Prunus still stared at him blankly. It seemed that she was not willing to.
"Tomorrow, I will accompany you no matter how much you want to practice. Let's call it a day."
Bombardment Scorch said and suddenly reached out to pull her feet. Prunus instantly lost her balance and was forced to sit on the ground.
— Prunus felt wronged. Bombardment Scorch's rough and bad taste in childhood had gradually emerged recently. At first, she thought that he was a little silly. It was all an illusion. This person was very aggressive!
However, compared to Prunus's sad face, Hong Bombardment Scorch's expression was very normal. He reached out to open his drink bottle and gulped down a few mouthfuls. He looked at Prunus and said in a natural tone, "You don't want to drink?"
"… Yes, I'm drinking."
Prunus opened the drink bottle a little angrily. He was already sitting in front of her and staring at her. What else could she say?
Hong smiled contentedly.
Prunus: aggrieved.jpg
…
"Speaking of which, Prunus, aren't you tired?"
While she was trying to open the bottle cap, Hong, who had been observing her, could not help but ask curiously.
Recently, Hong had always felt that Prunus was a very strange creature.
Because no matter what, she would not complain about being tired. Even if she practiced a lot every day, she would not complain … If it were their class, they would have already cried out when they heard that they could not take the bus to the place where they were sleeping in the forest.
Bombardment Scorch looked up and imagined that Prunus might laugh if she heard that.
— What a scary person.
"I'm not tired."
To his surprise, she answered quickly and reached out to open the bottle cap. But for some reason, maybe the drink was too cold, she felt that the bottle cap and the bottle were stuck together. She could not open it at all.
Seeing this, Hong naturally took the bottle in her hand and easily opened the bottle cap.
In the end, he added, "You said you're not tired because you want to continue."
He was quite familiar with her personality.
Prunus took the drink without saying a word. Was it because her hands were tired from overtraining, or was it because the bottle cap was really hard to open?
Looking at her thoughtful face, Hong reminded her with some concern, "… To be honest, if you do this every day, your body will collapse before the sports festival. It will only be counterproductive."
Bombardment Scorch looked down at his drink and earnestly reminded her, "Besides, even if you don't win the sports festival, the school will still arrange for you to have a professional experience, and you will also have the opportunity to get special instructions.
Although they were cheated by Aizawa last year.
Bai Jian blinked and raised her head to look at Hong Jiao Leng's face, which was filled with worry. She quietly shook her head. "No, the sports festival …" She furrowed her brows. "That's not my goal. I'm still too weak right now. I've given up on the sports festival results in a week."
Bombardment Scorch slightly widened his eyes and looked at Prunus in front of him. At this moment, she was holding the drink in her hand, but she did not drink it, "I just can't stop moving forward."
Prunus raised her hands and made mini dolls one after another in front of Bombardment Scorch. The dolls began to move at her will and ran circles around Prunus. It was so cute.
Then, after running two or three rounds, they suddenly stopped moving. Instead, they fell to the ground and turned into hard clay.
Prunus looked a little depressed, and said, "Mommy said that I'm a little different from others. If I stop for even a little bit, I will be abandoned by everyone."
This was not the first time Bombardment Scorch heard this sentence. In fact, it was not the first time that Prunus had said it. Since she was a child, she had always repeated this sentence, as if to remind herself.
"You became a hero because you look forward to your parents who were heroes, right?"
Noticing that Bai Jian seemed a little depressed, he gently and considerately changed the topic. He remembered that when she was a child, every time she talked about this, her face would be full of joy. He knew that even if Bai Jian's parents were no longer around, her yearning for her parents had not changed.
Prunus was stunned, and then she pursed her lips and smiled at Hong, "… Of course."
"Then you just need to know your goal."
Hong's heterochromatic eyes were filled with gentleness. He reached out and patted her fluffy head, and said firmly, "I will always practice with you, even after the sports festival."
Bai Jian stared blankly at the gentle Hong Jiao Bing. In the blink of an eye, he smiled like a flower and thanked her: "Then I'll leave it to you, Teacher Jiao Bing!"
...
×××
Dusk, Class 2-A.
The Applied Personality Theory class ended, and the day's classes finally came to an end.
As for Bombardment Scorch, who took advantage of the afternoon to review his childhood, naturally, he did not listen to a single word of the Applied Personality Theory class.
"Go back and study well. There will be a test next week —"
Kota Aizawa lazily instructed the monkeys in 2-A, and then casually threw a piece of chalk at Bombardment Scorch, who was still in a daze, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "Especially Hong, you've been in a daze for the whole day. Don't think that you don't have to study just because you have a good personality, okay?"
Bombardment Scorch touched his forehead after being hit by the chalk. He was sure that Teacher Aizawa had eliminated his personality at that moment, and forced him to use his life to take the chalk attack.
He looked up at Teacher Aizawa with resentment, but found that the unmotivated guy had already packed up his teaching materials and left.
"… Aiya, Hong Sang is in a daze today?
That's rare. "
Sitting on Bombardment Scorch's left, EmptyMillianBai blinked and looked at him. She saw him staring at the white chalk on the table with resentment, and was amused by his occasional childishness.