[Can a child born from the union of two people without any personality really have no personality?]

"I'm sorry, Miss Ling Shang, but … you know, according to the official …"

"No need to explain, you just need to give me a definite answer, yes or no …"

The breath of the doctor and the woman condensed into a cloud of mist in the cold air. It was very light, not heavy, but the feeling of sticky tears made Ryōei Yōshō's nose sour.

Quickly wiping his eyes with his sweaty palms, Ryōei Yōshō forced himself to turn his attention to the window, so as to ignore the adults' conversation.

It had quietly entered winter, and the snowflakes outside drifted down lazily from the sky. It was very beautiful, but Ryōei Yōshō knew that under the eye-catching appearance of these snowflakes, there was a piercing cold.

"Ah … I'm sorry, Miss Ling Shang, this child really doesn't have [Personality] in his body …"

"[Personality]"

"Yes …"

"Okay, I understand …" Ryōei Yōshō's mother stood up, bowed to the doctor, and politely thanked him, "Anyway, thank you, Dr. Aida …"

"No, no, no, I, I also want to thank you, Miss Ling Shang, for the fund you sponsored to our hospital …" The doctor, whose hair was mostly white, quickly got up and hurriedly helped the woman who was called Miss but was already a mother, "If it weren't for you, our project might …"

"That's what you deserve …"

"Miss Ling Shang …"

Politeness was an endless cycle, and there was no need to continue. Lingshang Zero once again interrupted the doctor's words with a brief thank you, and then took the boy who had been bowing his head since he heard the news. Slowly and silently, like a sweet dream that was about to be shattered, they left the hospital.

The temperature outside was too low. As long as he opened his mouth slightly, he could feel the feeling of his lips and teeth being frozen.

The biting cold wind howled and wailed. Ryōko Rigami felt that the ice shards known as snowflakes had also been brought into his clothes by the howling wind. He gritted his teeth and swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, trying his best to suppress the sourness that had spread all over his body from head to toe …

He looked helpless and afraid, like a clown being played by fate. He put on a funny smile on his face, but he couldn't hide the pain his body and mind were expressing.

It was ridiculous and pathetic.

"… Sigh … Just cry if you want to …"

His mother's tone was rare and gentle. It was like pressing the black keys of a piano, quietly knocking on the valve of tears, and easily releasing the pain in her heart.

Liang Ying gasped for air as the disillusionment of his future gushed out of his eyes. His remaining dignity forced him to swallow back his pathetic sobs, leaving behind bean-sized tears that rolled down his cheeks onto the snowy ground.

The flowers of the snowflakes appeared to be a relaxed white on the ground, while the flowers of the tears bloomed on the ground were a silent and heavy blue …

The cold froze his trembling body still more, and his eyes were completely blurred by the cold tears, but the boy wanted to say something to his mother, and he struggled, trembled unwillingly, and tried with all his might to free his voice from his chattering teeth.

"Mother …" Accompanied by his laborious breathing and roaring, the six-year-old Ryōei clenched his teeth and timidly asked about the future, "Mother … I really can, I really can …"

Really can …

Can I become a hero …

There was no energy left to finish the rest of his words. Ryōei's mind was blank. He stubbornly bit his tear-stained lips until blood dripped down and became an abrupt contrast in the white snow. He still stubbornly straightened his back and tried to say something from his throat.

The grayish-white snow was like the embers of the road ahead, falling bit by bit from the gloomy sky.

They were also like the rope that bound one's dream. No matter who it was, they would feel dispirited and powerless on this pure white street.

"Ryōei …"

His mother, Lingshang Zero, squatted down. The moment she hugged him, her soft and warm black hair blocked the invasion of the cold wind. The fragrant smell of rice balls replaced the bitter smell in the air. Time seemed to have stopped.

Following his words, Lingshang Zero said with certainty, word by word, "You will definitely become a hero …"

"You will definitely become a great hero like your father!"

His articulate voice echoed in the alleyway, breaking through the cold wind that lingered around him, melting the snow that had fallen on his body, and awakening the boy's young heart that was beating fiercely.

It was at that moment that Ryōei Yōshō felt a warmth that he had never felt before.

It was a warmth that even if he left his mother's embrace, he would not be afraid of the bitter cold.

In the world of white snow, the little boy opened his cracked lips and twisted the cold that drilled into his body into a single breath. Imitating his mother, he shouted with a hoarse voice mixed with sobs.

"I will definitely become a hero!"

"I will definitely become a great hero like my father!!!!"

*

"So, no matter how you look at it, Yōshō classmate is a perfect example of a prince on a white horse …"

"A handsome face, a rich family background, a strong personality …"

"And then there's Yōshō classmate's perfect personality!"

As they entered the graduation season, the hormones of the teenagers naturally became restless. Perhaps in order to not have any regrets in their middle school life, most of the boys and girls would choose to confess on this day.

"The seventh one …"

"He will probably be rejected again …"

"After all, it's Yōshō classmate …"

The girls leaned against the wall and watched the confession scene that had been repeated countless times in front of them. They secretly and excitedly discussed among themselves.

"Yōshō classmate, I'm Mizuna Kamada from the class next door. I've liked you for a long time!"

The girl with short maroon hair said seriously. Unlike the others, she added, "My personality is to control water. It's a very strong personality!"

"Wow?

Control water?

Is it that Mizuna? "

"I heard that she can even control blood …"

"Mizuna classmate seems to be aiming for Xiongying's hero class …"

"After all, she has such a strong personality …"

[Personality]

Existence similar to the existence of superpowers. Ever since China's Qing Qing City discovered glowing babies, such ability users have been increasing in number.

Now, the [Overhead] that only existed in fantasy in the past had become [Reality].

In a world where 80% of people had this fantasy power, Ryōei Yōshō was the remaining 20%.

[Personality]

That was what people called him. The adults would look at him with pity, while his peers would laugh at him unscrupulously, as if he was a cripple — this was life as a [Personality].

However, Ryōei, who was recognized as a [Personality] at the age of six, still persisted in his impossible dream of [Becoming a hero].

"Xiongying's hero class requires people with personality … How about pretending to have personality?" His mother, Lingshang Zero, suggested, "As long as you're better than everyone else."

So the [Super Brain] had become Ryōei Yōshō's personality since the age of six.

By the way, his mother, Lingshang Zero, also [Personality].

"That's why personality isn't important …" Ryoko Rigami seemed to be talking to himself, but also to the girl in front of him. He smiled gently and said, "Actually, there's no need to emphasize your personality, right?

I remember that Mizuna classmate ranked fifth in the graduation exam, right?

Mizuna classmate is also outstanding in other aspects. "

"Ah?

Thank, thank you, Yōshō classmate!

As the first place, Yōshō classmate is the best! "

Receiving praise from the person she liked, Mizuna Kamada's face suddenly turned red.

"After all, it's the [Super Brain]." Being the first, it was only right for her to do her best. Ryoko Rigami quietly put her fingers into her left pocket and gently rummaged through it. "Ah … found it."

It was a very cute candy in the shape of a rabbit. It was delicately wrapped in pink candy wrapper and was currently being held between the young man's slender fingers.

"Thank you, Mizuna -san, for liking it. But for now, I'd rather focus on my studies …" Ryōei Yōshō smiled sheepishly. Then, he bent down and placed the candy in the young girl's palm. His pair of azure eyes stared at her seriously. "Speaking of which, Mizuna -san is super cute. So, cute Mizuna -san, do you want to keep this cute little bunny?"

"Ahhhhh —"

"It's here, Yōshō -san's all-purpose snack bag!!!"

"I want that little bunny too! Ahhhhh!"

"Thank, thank you!"

Mizuna didn't know if she was dazzled by the young man in front of her or scared by the girls beside her. Anyway, she looked like she was about to faint.

"Then I hope to meet Mizuna -san in the future at Xiongying's Hero course." Ryōei straightened his body, took his bag and walked towards the empty back door. Before he left, he turned around and smiled at all his classmates as usual, "Let's do our best!"

"Yes!!!"

Ka — —

Gently closing the back door, Ryōei Yōshō let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, apart from his class and a few students from other classes, there was basically no one in the school during the holidays. So, Ryōei could relax and jog home.

*

【?

X on Ryōei]

He was the sole heir of Lingshang Group, which specialized in the field of civilian armor and Hero peripheral products.

Male

15 years old

Studying at Teruji Private School, preparing to apply for Xiongying's Hero course.

"What … he actually went to create an encyclopedia?" Ryōei, who was jogging through the sea of people, couldn't help but hold his forehead. He continued to scroll down, but he didn't expect to see a picture that had been secretly taken at school.

A blonde young man in a western blue school uniform seemed to be talking to someone. The young man seemed to be the kind of person with a good temper. A pair of blue eyes would slightly curve when he was talking, and the corners of his mouth were always curled up in a beautiful arc.

Taller than his peers, the young man's back looked straighter, and the proportions of his limbs and waist were also quite photogenic. If someone said that this picture belonged to a model, it would probably not be out of place.

"They actually took a picture of me when I went to get my results … these people don't want to live anymore." Ryōei, who was born with a good brain due to his childhood training, quickly recalled when this happened. He smiled helplessly, then put the phone in his trouser pocket after the screen was turned off, and quickly walked to the shopping mall across the road.

The electronic screen in the shopping mall was playing the interview of the first hero, Ormet. Ryōei had watched it many times, but he never felt sick of it. Because of the man who always had a smile like the sun, the man who was called the symbol of peace, the man who gave infinite strength to others …

My idol! Ahhhhh — —

Ryōei clenched his fists, as if the fatigue from running had been swept away by his idol's smile.

To become a hero, to become a hero like his father, to become a hero like Ormet.

That's my goal, Ryōei Yōshō!

"Young master, why are you standing here blindly?"

The butler, Paper Cutter Ichiro, saw Ryōei Yōshō walking towards him, but he suddenly stopped at the entrance of the shopping mall. It seemed that he was talking to himself, and in the end, he even made a strange gesture …

"Paper, Paper-cut Uncle," the young man who was caught in his own world smiled embarrassedly. "When I saw Ormet's interview just now, I unconsciously became hot-blooded, ha, hahaha …"

"Sigh … Young master, are you tired?

Let's go to the parking lot and take a car back to the main house. Miss has something to tell you. "Paper-cut Uncle sighed, giving up on reprimanding the young man for his lack of etiquette." It's about Xiongying's exam and future accommodation. "

"Understood!"

"Then why are you still standing in the same place …"

"Ahhhhh, oh oh oh, I'll be right there. Paper-cut Uncle, wait for me —"

"Young master, please don't be so loud in public —"

"Paper-cut Uncle's voice is obviously louder!"