Landa is the kind of person who would wear black stockings with her legs exposed even when the temperature is dozens of degrees below zero. The only difference is the material and thickness of the black stockings.
"Because the knitting must contain fixed magical methods and routine meanings. To ensure defense, the requirements for shape and inherent coverage are very high. If you really don't want to, just fold the skirt and shorten it. It has been designed
It’s possible to do this.”
Frenda sat up and wrapped herself in the quilt, taking off her hospital clothes. The eye surgery was done anyway, so she changed her clothes like she was changing into a swimsuit in a swimming class somewhere.
Just in time, the cleaning robot moved in and moved back and forth beside the hospital bed.
"Speaking of which, the cleaning robots in this city are quite sensitive. What kind of sensors are they?" Cronpis asked curiously.
"They have vision, hearing, etc.," Flanda replied smoothly. "Some ANBU also use these things as their own eyes and ears."
"Ah, it has vision and hearing? But isn't the height of the robot very unfriendly to girls like you who wear short skirts? Is there any fat nerd who joins a company or ANBU that can use cleaning robots for this kind of thing?
?" Crounpisi complained casually.
Flanda's body stiffened for a few seconds, and then she suddenly shouted: "There are some things that everyone is gnashing their teeth in but absolutely cannot say out loud!"
Then, after she had changed her clothes, Crounpis ordered her to jump off the bed and land like "big" on the ground.
"Bang!"
"Ah, ah? In the end, what is this?"
Frenda was a little panicked. It felt like she had fallen on a sponge. It was a sponge with a shock-absorbing function. The impact was absorbed and there was no rebound.
"Is this some kind of magic version of body armor?" she asked.
"Exactly, if you are attacked and successfully resisted, it is enough to claim that it is a high-tech body armor." Crowenpis said, "After all, your body is not separated from human beings with the blessing of my permanent passive skills...
...Well, to use the field you are familiar with, it can at most be able to withstand the firepower saturation attack of a rocket launcher battalion. It will not be enough to face the storm that may blow up in Academy City in the future; in short, let's first upgrade it to the level that can withstand the aircraft carrier battle group.
Let's just do a saturation strike, and we'll be done with it. If you don't believe me, you can take out all your ammunition depots, hold them in your arms, and try to detonate them."
To be precise, it can block attacks with a certain degree of mystery, while blows without mystery are ineffective. However, if it causes suffocation or poisoning, the effect of lesions needs to be strengthened. Even so——
"This is already terrible! Could it be that the war is so close?!" Flanda shouted in a low voice. Although rumors of war have been heard recently, everyone thinks that the real battlefield should be far away from the city.
When the war breaks out, we are even more worried about the rising prices caused by it.
That's right, all kinds of flash bombardments were flying in the air last night, otherwise she wouldn't be like this.
The cleaning robot that was cleaning moved over and pushed Flanda hard, seeming to treat her like garbage. Flanda had no choice but to roll back to the bed and cover herself with a quilt, revealing only half of her body that had not been removed from the bandage after the operation.
I can't tell who it is from my head, I can only judge that it's a sick foreign girl.
Outside, someone passed by whom I didn't want to meet on this occasion.
She secretly cursed how she could arrange a ward so close to those guys.
Outside the door, Kamijou Touma, who had changed back into his uniform, was walked away by a girl who looked very mature in every aspect and Index.
"I'm sorry, Fukiyose, even though you are an executive committee member, you still took time out of your busy schedule to pick me up from the hospital." Touma said apologetically to his classmate Fukiyoshi.
"Being responsible for the physical and mental health of the students participating in the Daihasei Festival is also one of the duties of the executive committee, and then——"
The corners of Touma's mouth twitched. He lost a lot of memories because of saving Index, but even after spending a few days with this Fukiyose, he could quickly understand: This person pays special attention to health care, but he believes that those third-rate health product advertisements are still meaningful.
It is not intended to promote these things when teaching people.
Touma stared at the bottle that was stuffed as expected: "A health drink that supplements more than a hundred nutrients and ATP and is 100 times more energetic to prevent heat stroke looks particularly suspicious... Can it be regarded as a sports drink?"
Then he gave it to Index, who was never picky about food. Today, Index seemed to feel guilty about being held back by being held hostage last time and was very peaceful. Touma decided to spend this peaceful time well.
"Kamijo, after all, you have just been discharged from the hospital. I won't make it difficult for you to participate in every event, but at least I hope you can cheer everyone participating in the competition in the audience." Fukiyose said.
"Ah, it's okay, it's okay." Touma made a gesture to show off his lean muscles and said, "How should I put it, I'm used to being unlucky, so it doesn't matter at all."
"Kamijou, although I hate people who use misfortune as an excuse, I also hate people who treat misfortune as the norm and make excuses. Rather than winning at all costs, what I hope is that everyone can enjoy the Daihasei Festival.
." Fukiyose made a serious face.
"Ah, oh, then I will do what I can."
"It's good to know. If you end up in the hospital again during the Daihasei Festival because of your reckless behavior or getting into any new trouble, it would be my dereliction of duty."
When I came to the door, I met again an acquaintance whom I had only met a few times.
"Touma-kun!"
"You idiot, you are really discharged from the hospital!"
It was the singer Naru Alisa and her manager (laughing) Misaka Mikoto who had finished the company's condolence event. They learned that Touma was about to be discharged from the hospital and were waiting for her. Mikoto was not wearing a Tokiwadai uniform this time, but a sports suit; Ellie
Sha is an elegant long dress suitable for both casual wear and formal stage occasions.
"Hey, Alyssa and Bilibili middle school students."
Touma's way of greeting made Mikoto's head really buzz: "You two have only known each other for a short time, and you've already started to call each other so affectionate! I obviously fought with that idiot a few months ago..."
We’ve dealt with him before!”
Touma looked at the ceiling in vain. His first impression of Mikoto was that it was time to save her. But afterwards, the Bilibili middle school student said with a face of shame and anger that it was the same in the streets and alleys and by the river.
She was so exhausted from teasing that she actually forgot about it. What did he do before? She was too embarrassed to ask.