Ormet was an honest man.

This could be seen from his clean life record, clean driving record, unblemished career, and fanatical fans all over Japan.

Therefore, when an honest man saw his heir and student looking at each other in silence in the stairwell, he certainly wouldn't think in the direction of a romantic scandal. In fact, his thought was incomparably straightforward — the two of them were alone, and the atmosphere was not good.

"— Did you have a fight?"

The honest man said.

Setsuna and Midaya were stunned.

Dan?

"Take An Huang and send Huang Qiaoyi away?"

Rose imitates Bo Bo and waits for the old man?

Waving the door?

What the f * ck?

Yinghuai Evil Zhu Waved Piao and Ran Qianhe Nuo Yao?

Perky?

Kneeling and bowing?

Only Pa Shu J Judge Dagger Haifa Man Rank Both Stirring Master Sea Bass Servant?

What kind of man is he?

Elegance?

Embezzling officials and purging officials?

Tau clang??

Fuqu Qian Ding

Then, he was stunned by the new teaching plan in the classroom.

"Teaching … tour?"

Setsuna stared at Aizawa, who was announcing the news with a serious expression on his face. She could only think of a similar project after racking her brain, "It's that, that, there was one in elementary school …"

"An activity where parents come to watch the performance of students and teachers?"

Sunny Day whispered. In fact, it wasn't just the two of them. Half of the people in the classroom were talking about it. Apart from confirming the quality of the school's teaching, the most important function of the tour was the so-called parent-child interaction. Of course, everyone had witnessed the quality of Sunyoung's teaching, so …

"You're already a high school student. Do you still have to play the shameful game of seriously attending class in front of your parents? Don't —"

The Ascending Ringing represented the entire class in concluding the speech. The gazes of more than twenty people were like torches as they collectively glared at Aizawa, who was preparing to take out his sleeping bag on the podium. They did their best to get rid of this strange idea that had popped out of nowhere. At the end of the day, how could the teaching process of the hero course be suitable for innocent people to watch on the spot? Perhaps the only exception was if the parents were schoolmates.

Eye of the Storm Aizawa, however, was unfazed. "Don't waste your energy arguing against something that has already been decided. Iida, help me send out the notice.

Also, when you go back, take some time to write a thank-you letter. You have to read it to your parents on the day of the tour. "

With each sentence, the atmosphere in the classroom became more and more gloomy. When the last sentence came out, it was as if dark clouds were about to crush the city. Setsuna supported her forehead with one hand, trying to recall the last time she had read a thank-you letter in front of someone. She could trace back to the year of her life. In the end, she came to the conclusion that no matter which year it was, it must have been thrown into the trash can of her life as an unbearable dark history.

"But Sensei Aizawa has spoken …"

"… Yes, Sensei Aizawa has spoken."

Setsuna and Sunny Day, who were walking side by side on the way home, finally managed to endure until the end of school. They sighed deeply.

Both of them were young girls who lived alone without their guardians by their side. With this sudden change, they had to prepare a lot of things and change their plans.

"If Mom and Dad come over from their hometown, their work might be delayed for a few days. Well, although there isn't much business to begin with …" Sunny Day said with a headache. She then turned to Setsuna as if she had just realized something. "What about Setsuna?

Her nominal guardian is still overseas, right? "

She was indeed still overseas. If there was only a week left, she didn't know if she could ask her to come back.

Setsuna recalled her aunt who she couldn't remember clearly. To be honest, she treated her well. Her father's family was small and no one could take care of her. As her mother's relative, she took on the responsibility of taking care of the minors from afar. However, they only saw each other a few times a year. In the end, they weren't very close. If the notice this time was sent to her aunt, she would feel bad for disrupting her daily schedule and cooperating with them.

"For the time being, I'll just tell her. Anyway, I have to call her every week." She hesitated. "But if it's too troublesome for her, it's better not to come …"

"Hmm …"

Sunny Day stopped and stared at her carefully.

Setsuna felt goosebumps all over her body. She stopped and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Setsuna," Sunny Day tilted her head, her eyes full of curiosity. "Although she's very gentle and easy to talk to, she's actually not that easy to get close to."

"… Eh."

Setsuna didn't expect this comment to come from someone who went in and out with her on a daily basis. She was stunned.

"Should I say it's a sense of distance?

… Is she the type who will take the initiative to show kindness to others, but doesn't accept kindness from others? "

She seemed to be a little uncertain. Then, as if she had a flash of inspiration, she tapped her palm. "For example, 'I like Setsuna!'"

Looking at Setsuna who was suddenly at a loss, Sunny Day laughed. "If you say that, Setsuna won't know what to do."

"Misako," Setsuna realized that she was just joking. She was more or less relieved. She couldn't help but scold her. "Don't scare me."

"Scare you …?" Sunny Day tilted her head. "Ah, that sentence just now?

That's true. I really like Setsuna! "

After saying this excitedly, she looked at her reaction. Sure enough, she caught a blushing face in the center of her vision. She suddenly became more excited.

"I like Setsuna the most!"

"… Misako!!!!!"

Although she went berserk, the truth would not disappear out of thin air.

Until she fell asleep, Setsuna was still thinking about this topic. After the incident, she spent a lot of time just sorting out her feelings. Most of her attitude toward others was based on her judgment of "whether it was necessary" and "whether it was qualified" as a hero. If she didn't have too many personal considerations, naturally, she wouldn't have any other emotions, let alone expect to be liked with such a professional attitude. It sounded like a fantasy.

She picked up the phone next to her pillow. The bottom of the chat box still had a sentence she had just typed.

[Senzaki Setsuna: Xin Cao Kun, do you think I'm a likable person?]

Too direct, delete.

[Senzaki Setsuna: How was your day?]

It's too roundabout. Delete.

[Senzaki Setsuna: Do you have any plans for tomorrow's training?]

This was a completely different topic, delete.

The battle between herself and herself was endless. In the end, she gave up on the path of consulting. She closed her eyes and smashed the phone on her forehead. The automatically extinguished screen still had some warmth from working. The burning heat almost burned from the surface of her body to her heart.

Then the screen lit up.

The light passed through the thin layer of eyelids and fell on her retina. Setsuna opened her eyes in surprise. The LCD screen had clearly been locked, and there was a clear message prompt on it.

[Worrying Messenger: What happened?]

"…"

[Senzaki Setsuna: … What?]

There was silence on the other side.

[Worrying Messenger: You've been switching back and forth between typing.]

[Worrying Messenger: What happened?]

It was like a ray of light peeking into a dark hole.

"…"

Setsuna hugged the blanket tightly as if this could calm her overly intense heartbeat. She didn't know what to say for a moment. She could only stare blankly at the two lines of words as if she wanted to engrave them into the depths of her mind.

After a long time, she raised her hand.

[Senzaki Setsuna: … No, it's nothing.]

[Senzaki Setsuna: Just, a little happy.]

(Really, just a little.)

(Just a little happy.)

… …

… … …

… … …

The sudden teaching tour swept Class A in an instant, enriching the class's conversation for several days. It didn't die down until the day of the tour. Obviously, a few days weren't enough time for all the guardians to rearrange their work plans. In a hurry, there were many who were replaced by other relatives. One of them, Bombardment Scorch, publicly announced that his sister was taking the tour on behalf of his family.

"Bang King's situation can't be considered a normal situation."

More or less, Cha Na, who knew the inside story, complained while looking at the cafeteria menu hesitantly. After the workplace experience, the small group that had lunch together had grown bigger and bigger. Now, the number of people could fill up the entire long table. The time spent on ordering also increased proportionally with the increase in the number of people.

"Should Chisaki be the one to say this …" Midaya sweated slightly. Seeing that the lunch peak in charge of ordering was turning to him, he quickly forgot about this point. "Ah, I want the Japanese pork chop rice."

"Then I want the rice set —" Sunny Day waved her hand immediately. "Setsuna?

You're the only one left. "

"… Then, today's recommended set."

Setsuna gave up struggling. After ordering her meal like a salted fish, she shifted the topic back to the original topic. "Speaking of which, how many thank-you letters have you written?

I'm so nervous because we're going to study in the afternoon … "

"— Ah."

"Well …"

"About that."

As soon as he said that, everyone on the dining table began to repeat the monosyllabic phrase like a tape recorder. Only Iida raised his hand with a righteous face, "I wrote twenty pages!

But I can't write enough to thank my parents. I don't know if there will be a limit on the amount of time I can read. I just feel like it won't be enough … "

"Yours is definitely not enough." Erlang couldn't help but say, "I only wrote two pages."

"I wrote one page and a half …" Midaya said weakly.

"One page and three lines," Hong Rushi said.

"A little more than everyone else, but only about two pages," Sunny Day said carefully.

"Just one page."

Seeing that Iida finally looked at her, Setsuna quickly expressed her attitude. After all, the person she wrote about couldn't come over, so it was meaningless to write more. "Iida-kun is too serious."

"Is, is that so?"

Iida couldn't help but doubt herself when she saw her classmates with different personalities reacting in unison. "Am I making this too complicated?"

Being overly serious was her strength but also her weakness. The others didn't want to expose her, so they all kept silent (laughing). Erlang was the only one who didn't have any scruples.

"Instead of saying that it's too complicated, why don't you just let the class monitor speak on behalf of everyone?" She joked. "It saves us the time to mentally prepare ourselves."

Iida was shocked. "Erlang, as the class monitor, how can I deprive everyone of the right to express their gratitude to their parents?!"

"No, you should deprive them. I think the whole class will be grateful to you —"

"— Ding ding ding!!!"

N

The mundane conversation finally ended with the sound of email notifications. Everyone sitting around the table looked down at their phones at the same time, frowning one after another. Setsuna stared at the strange message and read it word by word.

"From Mr. Aizawa: Let's simulate a street now."

"Simulate a street …?"