"Self-heating bento, there's a self-heating bento for sale here —"

On the day of the sports festival, Satakura pushed a small cart as planned and began to sell bento in the third-year students' stadium.

There were indeed many professional heroes present, but for some reason, the top two — Andwar and Ormet — were not here.

After the principal went on stage to give a very brief speech, he personally stood at the podium. Before the start of the competition, he sent his blessings to every Sunyoung student who was about to graduate and embark on a new journey.

Seeing Satakura's puzzled face, the upperclassman in the audience probably thought that she was a freshman in the management department. She took the initiative to explain, "This year's freshmen are more interesting, including Andwar's son and several children of former heroes who participated in this sports festival. In addition, 1A just experienced the USJ incident some time ago … It's natural to receive more attention."

Satakura nodded.

The upperclassman saw that she was still in a daze and didn't know what to do. The competition had not yet begun, and the students were lining up to enter the stadium.

"How can you just stand there and do nothing when you're selling things in the management department … Take the initiative to observe who needs your goods!

As a senior, support your junior. What are you selling?

Give me a copy. "

Satakura was a little confused by the rapid speech, but she quickly picked out the key points of "what the other party wanted to buy" from the conversation and took out a few bento boxes from the cart.

"Pull out the insulation layer at the bottom of the bento box and it will automatically enter heating mode. When you want to eat, just heat it up. There are several different flavors here, you can choose!"

After reciting the prepared speech, Satakura pointed to the bottom of the bento box where half of the insulation layer was exposed like a bookmark.

"Not bad, is this the work of the support department?

It's a good idea to come up with a collaboration between the two sides. "

The upperclassman praised and called the nearby students to come over and take a look. There was a junior here who was setting up a stall.

"Well, um, thank you, Upperclassman …"

Satakura thought about it and decided not to reveal that she was a normal student and was only working for Koimai.

On the podium, Traffic of one million, who represented the third-year students, appeared to be in high spirits.

Although he was just a senior who lost face last week by shouting "Believe me, I'm really not a pervert" in the communication list, as a hero with a million passes, he was an impeccable talent in everyone's eyes.

"He's obviously a senior who seemed a little disappointing at first glance, but he's actually so good."

Satakura muttered to herself and continued to push the cart around the auditorium.

The preliminaries of the third-year students were much more intense than the first-year students. The front page of the Sunyoung student intranet had three live streaming windows, broadcasting the competitions of the three grades at the same time. Therefore, before lunchtime, Satakura, who was slacking off, watched the first-year students crowded at the entrance of the sports festival like sardines. The third-year students' dodgeball game was much more dangerous.

Everyone used all their strength to make the dodgeball's trajectory as fast as a cannonball, and the field was full of dangerous traps. Obviously, while using the entrance exam robots to fool the first-year students, the Sunyoung engineering team put a lot of energy into this competition for the third-year students.

Many people stared at Tong Baiwan, the number one student in the grade. However, no matter what kind of marking ball they threw at him, whether it was electric current, flames, or something else, they all passed through Tong Baiwan's body like a beam of light. This senior's figure was also like a ghost ….

Forget about the fact that he pulled up his pants while dodging obstacles.

However, everyone was obviously used to this operation. The sports festival two years ago was the same, and the scene was even more exaggerated. After all, the participants of the sports festival couldn't wear hero costumes, so wearing a school uniform was quite a big constraint for Senior Traffic.

Besides, it wasn't the first time Sunyoung's top student pulled up his pants in public, so everyone was used to it …

— What the hell!

There was a burst of laughter in the auditorium, mixed with a few boos from the onlookers who didn't know the truth.

However, although his dodging action was very awkward, Traffic of one million, who pulled up his pants with one hand and didn't forget to fight back, shuttled in and out of the crowd with ease. The TV broadcasters held microphones from various angles and didn't know how to explain at all.

Logically speaking, such a scene was broadcast live without any mosaic!

This was a public competition for all ages!

The kind that attracted the attention of the whole country!

The commentator looked at the self-adjusting and stabilizing smart drones working diligently above the stadium, some flying up and down to capture suitable shooting angles, and felt very tired.

During the halftime interval, the self-heating bento designed by Koimai was very well received.

Not only were there a variety of flavors to choose from, but the point of "being able to eat a hot meal at the Sunyoung's competition without going to the cafeteria" was far better than other people who sold cold bento.

Although the taste wasn't too good, it was the effort that was put into it. Most of the materials used were biodegradable, and if one was too lazy to throw it out, the little girl's cart would go back and forth to collect the leftover trash from the bento. It was a considerate one-stop service.

How could anyone refuse? Buy, buy, buy, buy. Before long, more than half of the bento in the cart had been sold.

"If this goes on, it won't be long before the mission is completed!"

Satakura crossed her arms and thought with satisfaction. "If these are sold out early, I can go to the first-years' stadium to see how the competition is going. After all, the finals are in the afternoon, and the atmosphere is the most enthusiastic."

She could also see how busy Koimai and the others were.

On the other side, Hotaru Imai was at the entrance of the first-years' stadium's auditorium. It could be said that she was surrounded by some of the rich ladies who had come to participate in the competition. Even if she opened her mouth and offered a rather expensive price, it couldn't stop these people's determination to buy the sunscreen spray.

Even heroes like the Heroine of the Mountain Range had come.

"It's actually so effective!

Not only does it not have the sticky effect of other sunscreens or sprays, but I even feel like my skin has become better! "

Everyone quickly bought all of Shinobu Imai's sunscreen spray. Not long after, only the girl who was counting her money coldly and an empty stall table was left.