This is the anti-theft chapter,
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After reuniting with Prunus Almond at noon,
Bombardment Scorch was a little absent-minded during the afternoon class.
This reaction was natural because he never thought that he would meet Prunus again, and the location was Xiong Ying, a prestigious high school that specialized in cultivating heroes.
Even..,
Now, she had actually become his junior.
Bombardment Scorch supported his chin,
He casually tapped the textbook for the hero course on the table with a ballpoint pen,
On the surface, he pretended to listen carefully to teacher Aizawa's words, but in fact, he was thinking about her matters.
He remembered..,
He and she had known each other since kindergarten.
When he was three years old,
He enrolled in a kindergarten that was some distance away from his home. It was an aristocratic kindergarten,
The students who enrolled in the kindergarten were either rich or noble, and Prunus's family was no exception. Both her parents were professional heroes. Whether it was in the media or in the hero world, they were not very famous. Her parents had even worked with her father's firm several times.
At that time, she was the same as now. She had a light apricot-colored shoulder-length bob,
On her pink and fair face was a pair of round, clear eyes. She always liked to wear a white wool coat over her school uniform jacket,
It could be said that she was exactly the same as she was in the cafeteria just now.
But of course, this ordinary thing was not enough for him to pay attention to her.
What really made him remember her was her particularly slow and confused temperament. He always thought at that time,
Prunus was a perfect contrast to her hero parents,
Her father was a hero who could manipulate water, and her mother was a hero who could turn her body into smoke,
They could quickly save the victims at the scene of a disaster,
He was famous in the industry for his speed and coordination.
But Prunus was different. She was so confused that she could never catch up with the rest of the class. She would still make mistakes when she was six years old when she could recite the English alphabet backwards. She would even mispronounce the letter 'b' as'd ',' p 'as' q ', and' Q 'as' O '. Because of this, the kindergarten teacher even pulled her out of the crowd several times and forced her to recite the order of the English alphabet in front of the class. But no matter how many times she recited it, she still had the talent to get the answers wrong.
In Prunus, she only learned how to write her own name when she was five years old. Naturally, she only learned how to write Chinese characters when she was six years old.
Normally, kindergarten students would be able to use hiragana to write a diary when they were six years old. However, when she was six years old, she could still write the Japanese characters in reverse. No one could understand her diary, and even when the kindergarten teacher asked her to read it aloud … she would still mispronounce what she had written.
When everyone was five years old, they could read the picture books by themselves. She could only sit next to her friends and let them read it to her. When the picture book was in her hands, she had to point at it with her fingers and read it one by one. Otherwise, she would not be able to read it.
Her behavior was particularly impressive. Hong Jiao Leng remembered that at the age of three, in order to cultivate the students' individuality, they had physical education classes that allowed everyone to exercise their bodies. But whether it was running, throwing balloons, or walking, Bai Jian still had the ability to fall and walk sideways. She even tripped over the obstacles set up by the teacher.
As for the personality that everyone awakened when they were about three to four years old, she had not awakened it.
To put it simply, when he could easily hold a fire in his left hand and a piece of ice in his right hand, Prunus was still learning how to write her own name. She would stick her innocent face on the exercise book and copy her name over and over again, seriously and persistently memorizing the way to write her own name.
Thanks to this, she was gradually ostracized by the other children in the class who had awakened their own personalities. They directly called her 'idiot', 'slow' … As for those who were more mature and self-centered, they would even knock her head from time to time and ask her in a mocking tone, "Have you learned how to write your own name today?"
In response, she would always be angry and puff up her mouth, "I'm trying to learn!"
… Well, he knew that she was indeed trying to learn, because every time he looked in her direction, she would be holding her little exercise book as punishment, or pestering her friends to read her picture books.
But in the eyes of Bombardment Scorch, it was useless. Because he knew that no matter how much she copied that day, she would still forget half of it the next day.
She did not make any progress in her studies, and because of this study habit, she even came home with myopia. She had to wear thick glasses at a young age, and she was laughed at by her classmates for a while.
"… Little Bombardment Scorch, you have such a strong personality!"
He remembered that at that time, she would occasionally say such things to him, who was the center of the class.
In response, Bombardment Scorch did not respond to her, but in his heart, he complained without any malice, "Why don't you say that you are too far behind?"
…
But even so, Prunus had always been clamoring to be a hero like her parents.
… In fact, he had to admit that when Prunus Almond expressed her wish of "I want to be a hero like my parents" to her classmates at the kindergarten graduation ceremony, the whole class laughed, and he was no exception. He remembered that he put on a very skeptical expression at that time.
Until the age of six, she had not awakened her personality, and she could even fall down when throwing a ball. Was it really possible for her to become a hero?
At least, he could not imagine such a future.
In the class, the children with excellent personalities, and the children with excellent reflexes who did not have excellent personalities, he saw the future of them becoming heroes. But when the spotlight fell on Prunus, he could not find any possibility of her shining.
But it was also on that day that he had a new impression of Prunus Almond.
On that day, Bombardment Scorch would never forget the scene on the graduation stage.
He happened to be standing next to her that day. After she expressed her wish, he heard the mocking laughter of her classmates, the sympathetic remarks of her parents, and the helpless sighs of the tutor. Not to mention the girl next to him. She was just an idiot who did not know how to read and write, but she was not deaf. The adults said "very pitiful", and the classmates said "impossible" … She could certainly understand.
After that, he did not know how much time had passed, and how many people expressed their wishes for the future. After the public opinion about her gradually dissipated, the young Bombardment Scorch dared to carefully look at the girl next to him, who was under the spotlight. Then, he was surprised by the expression on her face.
At that moment, her eyes were red, and tears were swirling behind her thick glasses. But even so, she clenched her fists tightly, bit her lower lip, and forced herself to smile at the parents and classmates who were attending the graduation ceremony.
Bombardment Scorch thought that on this stage where the spotlight was focused on, no one would be able to see the unwilling tears hidden behind the thick glasses of the girl. And she did not want everyone to see her unwillingness, so she clenched her fists so hard that they were trembling.
Then, he thought about it again. It seemed that during the three years he had been in this kindergarten, he had never seen this girl cry. Whether it was when she was asked by the teacher to recite the English alphabet, when she fell on the basketball court, or when she was poked in the forehead by her classmates … She did not show any signs of crying at all. Instead, she smiled softly.
Yes, if he thought about it carefully, perhaps when all these things happened to him, he would have cried in front of everyone. But Prunus endured it for so long.
How could she not be unwilling?
How could she not feel hurt?
It was just that she had hidden those feelings — and he was the one who happened to see the truth.
"You, you're really a powerful fellow —"
Noticing this, the young Hong Jiao Leng had already forgotten that she was on the graduation platform. She directly expressed her thoughts to the white apricot tree in front of the entire school.
"Eh?"
His sudden outburst startled Prunus. Her tears were instantly scared back by his abruptness. She blinked her wet eyes and looked at him innocently. "What did you just say?"
"… Ah?
No, nothing! "
Bombardment Scorch's face was embarrassed, and his ears suddenly turned red. What did he do just now?
Why did he suddenly talk to this person?
They had been in the same class for three years, and he had never taken the initiative to say a word to her.
When he went back, he must not let his mother play the commemorative video of the graduation ceremony. Otherwise, he would definitely see how he talked to her in front of everyone. But in fact, what made him even more depressed was that the moment when Prunus turned around happened to be the moment when they took the group photo.
In short, the moment when the two of them separated from the group and looked at each other, the school pressed the shutter and took this moment into the school's official graduation photo. It became a commemorative photo that every graduate had at home.
"Oh, Bombardment Scorch, why didn't you look at the camera at that time?"
He vaguely remembered the expression on his mother's face when she received the photo a month later. At that time, Bombardment Scorch anxiously snatched the photo and stared blankly at that embarrassing moment.
There was probably nothing worse than a moment of regret being taken forever and then sent to everyone's home.
Bombardment Scorch, who was only six years old at that time, painfully covered his cheek. He did not expect that his important graduation photo would be destroyed by Prunus.
After that, how his childhood playmate called him with the photo and laughed at him, how his mother framed the photo despite his objections, he did not want to talk about it.
More importantly, in that season of cherry blossoms, he became a new student in a famous elementary school in the district.
And that slow-tempered classmate actually became his deskmate.
Bombardment Scorch: … Hello.
Prunus Almond did not know why, but she smiled a little awkwardly: … Little Bombardment Scorch, we haven't seen each other for a holiday.
Bombardment Scorch's eyes were a little tired: … Ah, yes.
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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. This 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. From the second training, she had to make clay shapes while making clay to improve her ability to make weapons immediately in times of crisis. From the third training, she had to extend the lifespan 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?"
After a day of hero theory class, 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 made an appointment with Boom to have dinner in advance and then practice. I have to go buy dinner right away!" Holding a backpack in her hand, she reported seriously to Teacher Number 13.
"Although working hard is a good thing …" Teacher Number 13 sounded annoyed. He reached out and cupped his face in his space helmet. "But leaving the classroom right after the lesson is also very hurtful."
"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 rushed to the cafeteria. To be honest, she was very grateful and liked Teacher Number 13. After all, Teacher Number 13 had been patiently teaching her and giving her many opportunities.
So this time, she would also seize the opportunity to improve her strength!
Meanwhile, Teacher Number 13 looked at the clumsy figure working hard in the white room with a gentle smile on his face.
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Training room.
Today's training content was the cooperation between Boom and Prunus. Boom would create ice and fire obstacles that would suddenly appear, and Prunus would control the clay to continuously create living clay creatures to dodge Boom's attacks.
"Ah, how did it appear there?!"
A clay bird was pierced through the heart by an icicle made by Boom. Prunus complained with heartache. "That's because I put in a lot of effort to make it!"
"…" Boom was a little helpless. Should he apologize?
"Let's do it again!"
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 person and flapped its wings to fly.
Bombardment Scorch also silently sped up the process of making icicles in his hands. For him, the sports festival was coming soon and he had to improve his strength. Thinking about it, his classmates in the next room were also practicing non-stop at this moment.
"Teacher Bombardment Scorch, don't you want to take a rest?"
After two hours of practice, Prunus was a little curious. Speaking of which, she was very used to being called "Teacher Bombardment Scorch". "By the way, don't you need to prepare for your sports festival?"
"No, I'll accompany you no matter how much you want to practice … Hmm."
Bombardment Scorch said this and was a little hesitant. He did sweat a lot just now and was a little thirsty. "Well, I'll go out and get a drink. Let's take a break for a while."