Seaweed was a kind of extremely soft plant.

It had a soft and harmless appearance. From the outside, it looked like an aquatic plant that swayed with the waves. In fact, it was an extremely resilient life form. As long as it was rooted in the soil of the seabed, its roots would not be easily shaken by external forces.

Not only was it resilient, but sometimes, it was a very dangerous existence for those who were not familiar with it.

As long as one's hands and feet were bound, it was difficult to break free.

Even — the more anxious and the more one struggled, the harder the other party hugged him.

It was as if he was afraid that the treasure in his hand would slip away … Nervousness was transmitted to him.

Don't think about escaping, I won't let you go.

The other party said.

So, gradually, it became difficult to breathe …

Miao Mu pursed his lips tightly, his lower jaw showing a very deliberate tightness, but the person he was kissing was obviously very gentle. She clung to him tenderly, and the soft tip of her tongue peeked out a little from her slightly opened lips, as if she was carefully testing and tasting something. Her moist breath had a hint of trembling and excitement.

Ah — so beautiful —

He sighed in a tone full of moved joy.

Too close of an intimate distance, too close of an intimate contact, the originally insubstantial air seemed to have fallen into this overly sticky and ambiguous atmosphere, becoming moist and warm.

I like you, I really like you.

For Naegi Makoto, whose exploration experience in the field of intimate contact was still a blank piece of paper, such an attempt was a bit too exciting.

The boy's face could not help but heat up, and a layer of moisture gradually appeared in his eyes. The collar of his uniform shirt was unknowingly opened a few times, and his collarbone and Adam's apple were clearly visible along with the rise and fall of his chest.

Realizing that struggling was useless, he had no way to retreat, and there was no other way. He really could not bear it and wanted to breathe.

As soon as he opened his lips, the other party seized the opportunity to invade. Lips and teeth pressed together, deeper and more erotic than before. Tongues entangled and went deeper, entangling, sucking, licking, and kissing. Both of them could clearly hear the wet and shameful sound of water.

No, it should be — — loving you.

Miao Mu's face was completely red. Even the tips of her ears were hot. Her earlobes were like fruits that had been completely ripened to the point of almost rotting. The bright red color overflowed as if a gentle pinch of her fingers would cause a rosy and sweet juice to flow out.

No, no — please don't say that.

The palm that was pressed against the back of his waist could feel the skin beneath it trembling slightly. The temperature of the human body, under special circumstances, could actually produce an illusion that it was enough to burn people. A numb feeling flashed from his tailbone to his spine, spreading to his limbs and bones. Even his will was about to sink.

Please don't —

Sweat trickled down from his chin to his neck as Miao Mu gasped for breath with difficulty. He tried his best to blink his eyes, but his eyelashes were covered with tiny droplets of water.

Please don't say such embarrassing things. "

A hazy figure seemed to have finally appeared in his hazy vision.

Because …

A white figure.

Because I …

His breathing became more and more rapid.

The feeling of being stared at grew stronger.

What kind of emotions were contained in that gaze?

Passion, longing, obsession, expectation, deep love, morbid, hope.

I … don't deserve it.

"Bang —"

The pain from the back of his head woke up the sleeping boy.

Opening his eyes, he saw the messy quilt wrapped around his body. His pajamas slid down to his chest, and his legs were still hanging on the top of the bed.

The window was wide open, and the dark night sky and the bright white moon were visible. The cold wind blew the curtains up.

The sense of confusion brought by the inverted scene and the dizziness from his brain intertwined together. Naegi Makoto looked at the scene in front of him in a daze for a while. It wasn't until his body shivered under the stimulation of the chill that he gradually regained his senses.

It took a lot of effort to get rid of the quilt wrapped around his body. Miao Mu rubbed his head and sat up from the ground.

"Ah … what, a dream … a dream?"

The afterimage of the dream was still in his memory. The mutual probing, contact, hugging, and kissing. It should be … a thin and tall boy of the same gender who did this to him. He had a beautifully shaped jaw and slender white fingers. He had always been gentle, considerate … and passionate.

Occasionally, he would stare at him with a burning gaze that made him embarrassed, and then, he would say exaggerated words of praise that made him embarrassed.

Clearly, he already knew that this subtle approach was already offensive, but he couldn't really make up his mind to refuse the person who forgot his feelings.

Naegi Makoto raised his hand to cover his face. Even if he didn't look in the mirror, he knew that he was probably blushing.

The surface of his skin was cold, but the flesh underneath was boiling hot. His blood surged, and the scorching temperature penetrated his blood vessels and ironed his skin. It was as if it was gradually boiling, and a bright red color emerged.

Along with the memory, the feeling of being touched was vividly brought back to reality. At this moment, his body was still in a state that made him blush. His muscles were subtly tightened, and the remaining pleasure and heat were like lightning and sparks that flew past. His nerve endings that were repeatedly stimulated felt waves of numbness and trembling.

But … sure enough, this feeling was too strange.

The person was a stranger he had never met. To be more precise, it should be a fictional virtual character in the dream.

There wasn't even a specific character setting. It was just a projection of consciousness, a concept, an idealized image.

So, what could this mean?

Was it his desire to be recognized?

To be praised by a senior who was slightly older than him … excellent, gentle, and generous in praising him.

Was it to seek his own self-worth?

Miao Mu's thoughts were in a mess. The breeze blew his forehead hair, and the youth looked up in confusion. The shadow of the moon was reflected in his eyes.

Or could it be that … subconsciously, he admired someone of the same sex with such a character …?

No matter what, in this absurd and illogical dream, there was only one thing that could be confirmed.

The resonance of characteristics.

An answer that surpassed the answer appeared in his mind without warning. Naegi Makoto was slightly stunned. In the silence, he could hear the sound of his heart beating vigorously.

Yes — that's right, it was resonance.

"Knock knock knock —"

A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Brother, you're not asleep yet."

Naegi Komaru's tired voice came from outside the door. Naegi Makoto was startled. He looked up abruptly and saw his sister pushing the door open a crack. She was rubbing her eyes as she poked her head in.

"Ah, I had a dream in the middle of the night and suddenly woke up."

Miao Mu explained embarrassedly. He raised his hand to rub the back of his head where he hit the floor. He accidentally poked a sore spot and grimaced in pain.

"Oh, so it's like that."

Naegi Komaru nodded thoughtfully. Suddenly, the corner of her mouth curled up. She looked at him with a teasing smile, "Brother, don't tell me you were so excited that you couldn't sleep at night because you found out this morning that you could study at the Hope Peak Academy?"

"Probably …" Naegi Makoto smiled helplessly.

Hope Peak Academy was known as the best school in the world.

Because this school only recruited the super high school talents from all over the world, it gathered all the peerless geniuses from all fields. Its graduates all achieved great success after entering society. Therefore, it was also known as the cradle of the world's hope.

During middle school, Naegi Makoto's academic performance and talents were average. For him to be able to enter this top school, it was actually full of coincidences of fate.

It was unknown when it started, but the school accepted all the students who yearned for Hope Peak. Every year, only one student would be selected to enter the school. That student's talent would be crowned as super high school luck.

For those students who paid a high price to be able to study at Hope Peak Academy, this was simply absurd and unfair treatment.

To be selected by Dream Academy was indeed a very lucky thing. But for the school to bestow the title of super high school luck to a certain person based on an event with a very low probability of happening …. This had always been controversial in society.

Luck was the occurrence of a good thing that had a very low probability of happening. Only when this kind of good thing happened frequently to the same person, then it could be called super high school luck.

The probability of one lucky event and countless lucky events were worlds apart. A lot of people questioned whether the Hope Peak Academy's lottery system was able to select the real super high school luck.

If they couldn't prove the effectiveness of this system, everyone wouldn't be convinced.

The reason why chance was called chance was because it was rare. Whether it could be classified as a talent was still a question, let alone cultivating it.

It was rumored that Hope Peak Academy had once considered banning this system …. But in the end, they didn't implement it. Only a sentence from the Board of Governors was passed down to the outside world: True luck was indeed a super high school talent that gave birth to hope.

Behind this sentence that didn't sound convincing, what made people not know whether to laugh or cry was the Board of Governors' subsequent actions.

In order to increase the rationality of the new students' lottery, they made a change to the process that they claimed would greatly increase the accuracy rate.

The super high school lucky students of the previous year were responsible for selecting the super high school lucky new students of that year.

The super high school lucky seniors of the previous year ….

For some reason, Naegi Makoto's mind suddenly flashed a blurry figure. He actually felt his chest faintly heat up.

"Brother, you don't need to be nervous."

Naegi Komaru saw that Naegi Makoto's mind was wandering. She thought that her brother was still nervous about the enrollment and immediately comforted him. "You were able to enter Hope Peak Academy, at least it means that your luck has already far surpassed the other competitors!

You are fully deserving of the super high school luck! "

When the youth heard this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Using this kind of method to select this kind of talent that sounded very unreliable, it felt very messy.

Even if he entered Hope Peak Academy, among the other super high school talented students, he would definitely be crushed and lose all his glory, right?

However …. even so, Naegi Makoto still didn't want to give up.