This is the anti-theft chapter.
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Bombardment Scorch propped his chin up and casually tapped the hero course textbook on the table with a ballpoint pen. On the surface, he pretended to be listening attentively to what Aizawa said.
In fact, he was thinking about her.
He remembered that they 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 there were either rich or noble.
Prunus's family was no exception. Both her parents were professional heroes. They were not well-known in the media or in the hero world.
Her parents had even cooperated with her father's law firm several times.
At that time, she looked the same as she did now. She had a light apricot shoulder-length bob and a pair of round, clear eyes on her fair face.
She always liked to wear a white wool jacket over her school uniform jacket. It could be said that she looked exactly the same as she did in the cafeteria just now.
But of course, this ordinary thing was not enough to make him pay attention to her.
What really made him remember her was her particularly slow and confused temperament. At that time, he always thought that 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 people in disaster scenes. They were famous in the industry for their speed and coordination.
But Prunus was different.
She was very confused.
Her studies could never catch up with everyone's progress.
Everyone could recite the English alphabet at the age of three, but she could still pronounce it wrongly at the age of six. She even wrote b as d, p as q, and Q as O. For this reason, 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 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.
Everyone could read picture books by themselves at the age of five. She could only sit next to her friends and let them read it to her. If the picture book was in her hands, she had to point at the picture book and read it one by one. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to read it.
Her behavior was particularly impressive. Bombardment Scorch remembered that when they were three years old, they had physical education classes that allowed them to exercise their bodies. But whether it was running, throwing balloons, or walking, Prunus still had the ability to stumble and walk sideways. She even tripped over the obstacles set up by the teacher.
As for the awakening of her personality when she was about three to four years old, she had never 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 pout 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, these were 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 even became nearsighted because of this study habit. She had to wear thick glasses at a young age, and she was ridiculed 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 become 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 the 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 hard, 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. 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 are really a good guy —"
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 reaction 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 full of embarrassment. Suddenly, he was so embarrassed that his ears turned red. What did he do just now?
Why did he suddenly start a conversation with 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 a group photo.
In short, the moment when the two of them separated from the formation 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 the 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, and 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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"Aren't you angry when they say that about you?"
Bombardment Scorch asked her helplessly after a boy in the class mocked her for not being able to read despite wearing thick glasses.
"But Little Bombardment Scorch, I'm really stupid," she always explained to him carefully, as if Bombardment Scorch had really said something wrong.
"You … No, forget it." He did not know how to describe her.
"Also, my dad and mommy said that it's wrong to quarrel with others. Even if I have dyslexia, I can still learn if I work hard. It was mommy who told me that." Bai Jian looked at the helpless look on Hong Jiao Leng's face and explained in a serious tone.
"Dyslexia?" Bombardment Scorch was a little confused.
"Yes."
Prunus answered in a low voice and accidentally put her face on the book again. Every time this happened, Bombardment Scorch could not help but separate her from the book and remind her impatiently, "That's not right, right?
You'll have to change your glasses again in less than a month. "
"Oh, I'm sorry, I did it again.
It's because I can't see this word clearly. "Prunus's little face was full of confusion and she frowned sadly.
"Which one?
Let me see. "
Hong naturally took the book from her hands … That's right, although he didn't like many things about her at the beginning, after some time, he was already used to watching her work hard and helping her from the side.
"This is not how you calculate this math problem."
"Look carefully, how did you write '7' as' 1 '?"
"You wrote the wrong Chinese character again."
Bombardment Scorch even became Prunus' translator.
Bombardment Scorch had been very smart since he was a child and his speed of understanding was much faster than other children of his age. Therefore, when other children were still confused and Prunus made mistakes in her studies, he was already able to draw inferences and find the parts of the study that Prunus would definitely get confused. Therefore, before she opened her mouth to ask him, he would remind her.
"Be careful, don't go left and right again."
"This is' Q ', not' O '. Look carefully, the second letter is' u ', right?
There must be 'U' behind 'Q'. "
"Hey, this is not how you pronounce it."
"It's not like that, you're really …" Before he could say the word 'stupid', Bombardment Scorch was stopped by Prunus's look of trying to read the book. He thought that she was not stupid, she was just a little different from other children.
"Thank you, Little Bombardment Scorch."
She always frowned and held her glasses while her fingers were glued to the book, carefully reading the words one by one.
Every time this happened, Bombardment Scorch would feel angry and amused at the same time. He would reach out and hit her waist, "The teacher said that your reading posture is wrong."
"Yes, yes." She hurriedly straightened her back and stared at the picture book with a frown, "I accidentally did it again."
Bombardment Scorch felt very helpless. He felt that her look was really funny. She was reading a fairy tale book as if she was reading a dictionary. Could she really understand the story inside?
Why did she look so uncomfortable while reading a children's book?
— Looking at her like this every day, it was really a pleasure to go to school.
"Boom!
Go to the playground to play ball — "
"Oh!
I'm coming. "
Hearing the call of his friends, Bombardment Scorch got up from his seat again. He left the classroom without even saying goodbye to Prunus and went to play ball with his friends. When Prunus was fascinated by the book and wanted to ask Boom about something difficult, Boom was already gone.
Prunus touched her head, blinked and continued to read her book. But Boom did not come back. She unconsciously put her face on the book again.
…
Yes, the relationship between the two was like this in the beginning.
Since the graduation photo incident, there was an inexplicable awkwardness between the two. After getting along with each other day and night, there was a faint bond between the two.
When Boom was in a good mood, he would teach her. When he was in a bad mood, or when there was something more attractive, he would very naturally leave his slow deskmate alone.
Boom was born in a prestigious family and had an excellent personality, so he was very popular with the children since he was born. All these gave him a kind of cold arrogance. Therefore, to him, the things that happened to Prunus were dispensable, and occasionally added to his daily fun. He never thought about her. After all, he was very busy every day and had no time to think about anything related to Prunus.
Boom's impression of Prunus changed from a slow person to a girl after he got the scar.
Everyone knew that at that time, Boom's mother had poured boiling hot water on his face because of the conflict between his parents. Because of this incident, his left cheek was burned. He had to wear a bandage for two weeks. After the bandage was removed, there was an indelible deep red scar left on his face.
Perhaps the news about his family had spread to his classmates, or perhaps the scars on his face had simply frightened the people around him. The children in his class who had always surrounded him unconsciously looked at him with eyes full of disdain. Even some of the boys who had secretly disliked him in the past had begun to cause trouble for him.
Because of this rubbish, Boom's mood fell to the bottom for a period of time. He was annoyed by everything he saw. During this period, Prunus was the only one who got along with him like a normal person. But of course, he was annoyed by his own affairs, so he did not have the energy to teach her those childish books.
"Little Bombardment Scorch. How do you pronounce this word?"
"I don't know."
Hong Jiao Leng didn't even look at it. Because he didn't want to answer Bai Jian's childish question, he left his seat in annoyance. However, he realized that no matter where he went, his classmates would avoid him. They would call him "monster", "ugly", "funny face", and so on. It was as if wherever he went, he could see his mother's disdainful and panicked expression on her face … One by one, the faces of his classmates reappeared.
"Tsk."
Bang Jiao Leng smacked his lips and put his hands in his pockets. He walked out of the classroom with an unhappy expression. He didn't care about those noisy students at all.
"Boom, the scar on your face is really ugly!"
"Shh, lower your voice, or Boom will beat you up. He is Andwa's son."
"Boring."
Bombardment Scorch stared coldly at the two kids in front of him and walked past them to the boys' room.
…
The incident seemed to have happened during this period.
Boom did not know what exactly happened. He only knew that when he came back from the washroom, Prunus was pressed to the ground by the talkative boy. Her heavy glasses were knocked out of her eyes. He thought that without her glasses, she probably could not see clearly, but her hands were still firmly holding the boy's hand.
According to the other students, Prunus went up to talk to the boy, but the two seemed to be unable to communicate. The boy pushed Prunus in annoyance, and the next moment, the two of them started to fight.
Bombardment Scorch was a little surprised. Prunus's personality was like that?
"… Let me go!
You idiot! "
The boy who deliberately walked up to Bombardment Scorch to mock him anxiously pushed Prunus's face. Prunus did not know what to do, so she reached out to grab the boy's arm and bit him hard.
"It hurts!
You idiot! "
The boy kept knocking on Bai Jian's head. Hong Jiao Leng didn't realize what was going on until this moment. Why did that idiot fight with others?
Didn't they say that they were pacifists?
Didn't they say that they could not fight with their parents?
After being knocked on the head by the boy, Bai Jian finally let out a sigh of relief. But before the others could separate them, she crawled over and pinched the boy's face again. Perhaps it was because she couldn't see clearly, even her gesture of waving her hand was very vague.
"… You are not allowed to bully Little Bombardment Scorch!" She said so, her tone was very angry and aggrieved.
Bombardment Scorch was about to step forward when he stopped.
So the reason why Prunus fought with the boy was because of him?
…
After such a big incident, it was natural for their homeroom teacher to mediate the incident. Bombardment Scorch remembered that day, he was desperately hiding in the corner of the corridor, waiting for Prunus' parents to come. He wanted to tell Prunus' parents — please don't blame Prunus. She only violated the agreement because of him.
Besides, Prunus, who had no personality, was at a disadvantage when fighting with a child with personality. Although the boy had a bite mark on his hand and a few scratches on his face, Prunus' glasses were broken, her head was swollen, and her favorite sweater was dirty …
All in all, Bombardment Scorch felt that Prunus was at a disadvantage.
…
"… Teacher, Almond is usually a very gentle child. He would never quarrel with other children, let alone fight back. Could it be that the child over there did something?"
It was Prunus' mother, the famous "Smoke Lady" on TV. At this moment, she showed up at school to receive ideological counseling with Prunus. The other boy had already received it. His parents' working hours were more flexible than Prunus' parents, so he came to school earlier than Prunus' mother.
"… Mommy, that child bullied Little Bombardment Scorch."
Prunus, whose glasses were crooked, reached out to tug at her mother's skirt and said with an aggrieved face. Speaking of this, Prunus did not know the boy's name. She only knew that he had been pestering Bombardment Scorch recently.
"Little Bombardment Scorch?
Is that the child you always tell me about? "
Prunus' mother realized that it was the deskmate who often taught her. She sighed helplessly, "That child is very pitiful … By the way, teacher, don't you think that there's something wrong with the students in this class?
If you let them treat their classmates like this at this stage, they won't be able to change when they grow up. "
"… But Mrs. Prunus, fighting is always wrong."
"Yes, I will ask my daughter to avoid such behavior, and I will ask her to apologize for hitting that child. But that boy also has to apologize to Bombardment Scorch."
Prunus listened to her mother's words. Although she did not understand, she still nodded seriously. Yes, there was such a thing.
The homeroom teacher looked troubled. Facing the determined woman, he did not know how to continue. He could only frown and say, "Mrs. Prunus is right. You can go back now. I will be more careful in the future."
Prunus' mother's expression softened. She looked at her daughter and led her out of the classroom.
…
In the corridor.
"… Almond, do you think that child over there is your classmate?"