It was impossible not to make money.

Considering Hotaru Imai's age and temperament, she would probably make it to the top of the list of high tax payers in the future. Anyone who had spent some time with her and understood her temperament would not doubt her.

The matters that required technical support would be handled by him, while the matters that required physical strength and could provide cover for everyone were left to the idiot Mi Cheng. The two of them were scattered in different locations, and the other matter they were hiding was — —

"Shh — Place your bets, place your bets, place your bets. Please look at the statistics sheet for the specific odds. The one-on-one competition in the afternoon is about to begin. Don't miss it. What are you waiting for?"

A few business students whispered to each other. Soon, they were surrounded by a circle of busybodies. Under the mutual promotion, a rather large scale... but not so easy to describe activity began.

However, Sakura Satsuma was not aware of this. She only had two boxed lunches left in her hands. She decided to push the trolley one last time to see if anyone else wanted to buy it. If she could save one for herself, her workload for the day could be said to be quite satisfactory.

Satisfied, the girl pushed her cart into the corridor beside the passageway. She planned to leave the third-year stadium directly and go to the first-year competition area to meet up with Koimai.

In the shadow of the corner of the stadium, a person was standing against the wall.

The person was obviously trying to hide himself from the people around him. Even if it was between matches, few people would come to such a remote corner.

Phyllostachys Amoena raised his head slightly when he heard the sound of the cart. He looked up from under the wide brim of his hat to see who it was.

Oh, it was the muddle-headed guy he met in the park last time...

He put down the brim of his hat again. The oversized hat even covered the hand on his head.

He changed his identity single-handedly and asked Black Fog to send him to Sunyoung to gather information. It was a bit reckless.

Get out of here.

He thought.

But the person did not seem to want to leave immediately.

"Um... classmate?

You're not a first-year student. "

Phyllostachys Amoena?

T looked up slightly and heard the person say, "No wonder Koimai said that among the first-year hero equipment she saw, she did not see the one you're wearing."

Why doesn't this guy have any sense of crisis?

Phyllostachys Amoena?

T was a little irritated and wanted to scratch his head. He was surrounded by professional heroes. Although his personality was lethal enough, it was obviously not advisable to face too many professional heroes at once in this environment.

It would be troublesome if he dilly-dallying with this idiot for too long. Why is she still here...

"But it's a little embarrassing if I'm still this bad in my second and third year..."

Sakura Satsuma couldn't help but feel a sense of crisis. She even began to comment on the clothes of this hunchbacked and skinny "senior" in her impression.

"..."

What's wrong with my aesthetic?

Huh?

You say?

What's wrong?

Phyllostachys Amoena?

T didn't say anything, but the youth who rarely communicated with the outside world had a stormy sea in his heart.

Usually, Phyllostachys Amoena was in contact with everyone except for his life mentor.

for

One, there were only a few people left.

for

The subordinates of the Black Mist Faction that Number One nurtured and obeyed his every word would never think of making fun of him. It was impossible for them to comment on his appearance.

Therefore, Phyllostachys Amoena, who had the mentality of a child but the wisdom of his age, felt the impact from the outside world (no).

On the surface, there was no superfluous action, but Phyllostachys Amoena's accumulated emotions were getting stronger. If this continued, he probably couldn't help but kill the stupid human in front of him on the spot. Considering that killing a human with his broken personality would leave a bloody mess that was difficult to deal with, the young leader of the Anti-League was doing his best to suppress the hostility that emanated from the depths of his soul. It was as if he wanted to eat the human's flesh and blood.

"You bastard..."

Phyllostachys Amoena arched his body slightly, preparing to kill her if necessary. He didn't doubt the fact that he could kill the girl in front of him. After all, she wasn't a Heroica to begin with. She exuded an aura of ease from head to toe. How strong could a weak human who grew up in such an environment be?

Satakura was oblivious to all the negative emotions that were surging in the dark.

The girl's mind was still filled with the thought that this second-year senior was probably a second-year student who wanted to watch the third-year competition. But didn't Heroica usually participate in the competition?

Could it be that he was eliminated in the second-year competition and came here now?

Then it was reasonable for him to be in a bad mood...

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that her guess was correct.

With such a thin and weak body, he must be the type who relied too much on his personality and neglected training... According to Sunyoung's train of thought in the sports festival, a purely destructive personality wouldn't have an advantage over a movement-type character. Then, even a senior with excellent performance in combat would be eliminated in the preliminaries and not be able to reach the finals. Although it was a bit unfair to think of it this way, the world was just that cruel!

Satakura closed her eyes and imagined the boy in front of her panting for five kilometers. She frowned and couldn't bear to watch it.

...

Seeing that the two factions had completely different thoughts, Sakura Satsuma very amicably pulled out the last box of self-heating lunchboxes from the small cart, excluding her own.

"Senior Lai, just think of it as a treat from me since fate has brought us together.

Don't worry about losing the competition. You'll still have a chance in the third-year! "

Phyllostachys Amoena obviously didn't expect this girl to be so open-minded. Most people wouldn't be able to resist her wild imagination, "Huh?"

Sigh, it must be because he lost the competition. Even his reaction has slowed down. He's just like those students in my class who squatted in the corner of the basketball court after losing a game in PE class.

So the girl put the lunchbox in Phyllostachys Amoena's arms and loosened it.

"Remove the insulation layer in the middle and it will automatically heat up. It's super convenient. Try it!

I won't charge you anything. Don't worry and eat! "