Dreams were plentiful, but reality was bony.

Sakura Satsuma's original plan was for her to tutor Kakuzu in Mandarin while Kakuzu tutored her in Mathematics. In reality, the two of them had been struggling for a long time. They were exhausted and sweating profusely, but their homework was still the same. It didn't seem like they were progressing any further.

Satakura: "…"

Bori: "…"

When Hotaru Imai pushed open the door of the apartment, she saw Satakura and Bori sitting at opposite ends of the table. When they saw her, their eyes lit up, and they hung on her arms.

Hotaru Imai: "What are you doing? You're so heavy. Get down."

Satakura: "Ahhh, Ah Ying, you're finally back. If you didn't come back to save me, I would have died —"

Bori tried her best to open her big, watery eyes. According to her classmates, when you don't know what to say, you can't go wrong with this expression.

Hotaru Imai: "… Okay, what don't you know?"

Then, he sighed almost imperceptibly.

The rest of the time was spent by Hotaru Imai flexibly switching between Japanese and English.

If you didn't consider Koimai's talent, poisonous tongue, and calculating nature, she really was a very reliable and reliable roommate.

Hmm … Of course, if he brought along these harmless attributes, it would also be very reliable.

The next day, as promised, after school, Satakura went to a secluded sports field near the school to wait for the arrival of her upperclassman.

The other party wrote the address very clearly in the email. He was afraid that she was a new student and didn't know the way, so he even drew a very simple road map. It could be said that he was very considerate.

But Satakura stood at the agreed place and looked at the sky and ground. She waited for a long time, but no one came.

"Hey!

Junior, you've been waiting for a long time! "

Suddenly, a face popped out from the ground.

Satakura was so scared that she took a big step back and almost fell to the ground. "What's going on!"

"I'm the senior who contacted you, the one with the school ID [Six Zeros] … Wait!"

Traffic of one million felt that something was wrong.

He had experienced this kind of situation many times in his first and second year of high school. After all, his personality was quite difficult to control. He had been embarrassed in public so many times that he was numb to it.

However, this time, the bad premonition was even stronger.

Originally, only his face was above the ground, but now, he was ejected out of the ground at lightning speed. If Hotaru Imai were to describe this scene, she would subtly describe it as a living lump of data being pushed out of the stack...

Traffic of one million people was now facing Satakura.

She was Satakura from Kansai who had just entered high school.

Under Satakura's horrified gaze, the reliable senior with a good reputation in the school's intranet popped up naked from the ground, revealing a bewildered expression.

"Perv, pervert -!!"

The girl screamed and left, leaving only the strongest student in the school, the third-year student Traffic of one million standing in the same place, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

"It shouldn't be?"

He muttered to himself, "Why did his personality suddenly lose its effectiveness?"

Then, fortunately, there was no one around. Traffic of one million sank back into the ground.

Satakura, who rushed all the way back to the apartment, felt that her whole person was not good. This senior must have a very serious psychological problem!

Absolutely!

There is a problem!

Hotaru Imai turned on the machine and made a cup of coffee for herself. The new Imai special coffee machine made in the support department laboratory could squeeze various patterns of milk flowers on the brewed coffee.

She coldly took a sip of the coffee with a suitable temperature and raised her eyelids to look at Satakura. "What happened?"

Satakura was still in shock. "I contacted a senior who taught me close combat before. He is a pervert who doesn't wear clothes in public!"

All kinds of redundant information were omitted, and the summary was accurate and in place.

Hotaru Imai: "… You should also drink a cup to calm down."

Although she didn't know what the idiot Satakura was talking about, it seemed that the girl was in good condition. Except for a little breathlessness, she didn't suffer any injuries.

Close combat, school intranet, senior, not wearing clothes. These few keywords could be put together hundreds of thousands of bad news in her brain. But Hotaru Imai, who was too familiar with her childhood friend, just sighed and thought that it must be because of Satakura's personality.

After sitting down with the coffee cup, Satakura remembered to ask her roommate, "Is it okay to directly move the things made in school back to the apartment?

No matter what, this can be considered a machine made with the materials provided by Xiong Ying. "

Hotaru Imai didn't care and took another sip. "I left a similar model in school as a record.

Besides, my future direction isn't all about hero support equipment. My goal is to convert it to civilian use and hope that my products will sell well. "

"Then how are you going to mass produce it?"

Satakura glanced at Koimai. "After all, it needs to use [Personality] …"

Hotaru Imai didn't hesitate. "Then sell it at a higher price."

…

Not long after they rested, Satakura's phone vibrated crazily.

She picked up the phone and looked at it. It was the senior who sent several messages in a row.

[Six Zeros: Junior, junior?

I really didn't do it on purpose today!]

[Six Zeros: My personality allowed me to perfectly shuttle back and forth in any matter, but I don't know what happened, but it suddenly lost its effect!

My personality is that once I am touched, I will be ejected from the penetrated object …]

[Six Zeros: Junior, listen to me, junior. I'm really not a pervert.]

[Six Zeros: … Didn't you get the message because you were busy?

By the way, junior, what's your personality again? I thought about it. Could it be because of your personality that we fought each other?

H …]

Satakura chuckled. It seemed that this senior wasn't a bad person.

And according to the content of the chat, it was most likely her fault.

[Orange: … Sorry, senior. My personality is' invalid ', and I can't control it very well … Next time, just walk over normally.]

After all, this topic was bound to become more and more awkward. Satakura and Traffic of one million were very careful to avoid overly investigating today's chaotic situation.

Traffic of one million pondered for a long time. He felt that this' invalid 'personality was very familiar.

"What are you thinking, Million?"

In the classroom of the third year of high school.

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"Ah, I was thinking that heroes with [Invalid] personality … or rather, former heroes. Thinking about it, there are quite a lot of them."