The demons who were dancing wildly and fighting for meat also stopped. Everyone, including me who kept using my chopsticks, looked towards the door.
A slightly familiar Huang Mao, whose name I couldn't remember, came in, followed by a large group of people from Class B, including Miss Quan Teng whom I knew.
"That's right, are you shocked? Class A? Even if you eat barbecue, you won't be able to beat us."
We all watched dumbly as the yawning Huang Mao was blocked by a big fist and stopped instantly.
"I'm very sorry," Miss Quan Teng apologized on behalf of Huang Mao, "We, Class B, also decided to have dinner here, if you don't mind-"
“I don’t mind at all!”
Eight Million looked like he was drunk. He walked over unsteadily, held Quan Teng's other hand and shook it: "We can communicate as two classes together! Including the barbecue competition -"
"Then you don't mind us joining, right?"
It's a familiar voice again.
When I looked over, I felt my tooth hurt, and my expression suddenly became distorted.
Zhentang Yao accurately looked past the wall of people and waved hello to me with a smile.
I:"……"
I remember this man very well, and I seriously doubt that he is gay.
I know I'm handsome, but I'm not curvy!
I picked up the drink cup with a toothache and took a sip of the drink in a disguised manner. Watching him walking towards his long legs with accurate destination, my mood was particularly complicated.
What should I do? I'm still a little scared. Even when Gilgamesh turned the torch on me, I didn't have the urge to run away now.
What a powerful man.
I watched stiffly as he passed through the silent crowd of Class A and came to the corner where I was sitting, looking left and right, obviously planning to find a seat.
Don't come over here! Why do we have to squeeze in with so many tables around? Is it easy for us to find such a good seat?
This yakiniku restaurant has low tables, similar to the height of a kotatsu coffee table. We all need to change our shoes outside, which is very Japanese style, like kneeling at the table. To be honest, I don’t really recommend this, after all, no one can
I don’t know who has smelly feet after taking off their shoes. Fortunately, Class A is full of clean children, otherwise this would be too painful.
Because of the class dinner, the store manager helped us put several tables together. I was the man sitting in the C seat of the long table with his back against the wall.
On the left is Jiao Dong, and on the right is Midoriya. They are facing each other and have already occupied the empty seats around me. Even if Shindōya wanted to sit down, he wouldn't--
"Mr. Glory, do you mind if I squeeze in with you?" He indicated that he wanted to squeeze in with me at seat C of the long table that could only accommodate one person.
Very interested.
I tried to express my resistance with sincere eyes.
Please go to your classmate's place. Why are you crowding with us? Brother, don't be like this. It's easy for me to do this. I think the fact that you are gay can be confirmed.
In the frozen atmosphere, Bakugo stood up with excitement.
He first squeezed away Iida and Oshiro who were sitting next to Jiao Dong, then he pushed the confused Shindou next to Jiao Dong without a smile, and then sat down on the other side of Shindou -
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"Why are you squeezing with two tufts of hair? Why don't you come and squeeze with us, you bastard?"
"Huh? Ah? Wait, isn't it?"
I saw Jiao Dong and Bakugo look at each other as if they had reached a consensus, and then they really "crowded" with Shindo.
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Although I always felt something was strange, Bakugou was definitely trying to save me, and I was immediately moved.
You are indeed my good friend! Bakugo, good brother!
I raised my drink glass to offer him grape juice instead of wine, but as soon as I raised it, I heard another loud voice.
"Hello everyone, heroes!"
A dazzling light flashed, and everyone couldn't help but block their eyes.
The bright light comes from reflected light from a shiny head.
Yelan Inasa grinned at us with his big white teeth, and the top of his head faithfully reflected his hair volume: "How about we also be brought to the barbecue competition?"
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So I don’t know what happened, but things have turned into a situation that makes people doubt that they have missed two episodes of the plot.
I stood in the center with eight million people with my head full of questions, each holding an upside-down drink cup as a microphone.
"Barbecue individual competition starts now!"
Eight Million Heroes introduced: "This competition is hosted by Wang Zhejun and I. Each team selects a representative. The rule is that the contestant who finishes ten plates of meat first wins!"
"Everyone, please look behind me. The representative of the contestants of Hero 1-a is——"
Iida pushed up his glasses, and the lenses reflected a burst of light.
"As a fuel to run my engine, I have a high demand for heat."
"The squad leader of 1-a, Tenya Iida!"
A burst of cheers and encouragement broke out from the position belonging to Class A:
"Come on, Iida!"
"Don't lose!"
"We believe you!"
"Well... then, the person behind me is the contestant representative of Hero 1-b..."
Compared to the excited 8 million, my explanation was much duller, even a little decadent.
"From Class 1-b..."
The yellow-haired man covered his face and smiled in a way that made people want to complain: "Hey, hey, let me copy your personality that needs heat -"
"From Class B..."
"B, from Class B..."
I started to sweat coldly.
What is the name of this yellow hair? I started searching in my barren brain.
I remember it seemed like something, physics? Species?
Before he cast an unkind look, I finally remembered his name and quickly yelled remedially:
"That's right! He's the material classmate from Class B, Material Ningren!"
The people in Class B didn't know why they didn't cheer for Material Ningren, but looked at each other in confusion. The person who reacted equally strangely, Huang Mao, had a face full of anger:
"--Not material!!!"
I saw him collapse and wanted to rush over and felt a little confused, but my desire to survive made me move quickly and continue the unfinished introduction:
"-Okay, next is the contestant representative from Jiewu High School, Shindoya!"
Zhentang Yao seemed to be planning to say something, but Ba Million answered so quickly that he didn't have time to say it, and the smile froze on his face.
“The last one is Shijie’s contestant representative!”
Eight Million stood in front of a big man whose head was constantly reflecting light: "The size seems to be very advantageous, Yelan Inasa-kun!"
"Of course! I will definitely not lose!"
Yelan Inasa is full of confidence, and he is very confident in his appetite.
"So……"
I raised my hand and waved it down:
"Barbecue individual competition starts now!"
"By the way, you have to pass a level every time you finish two plates of meat."
Bawan put a tray with a lid on the table: "The first level is this -"
The lid is lifted.
A charred unknown object lay eerily in the center of the plate.
"——Wang Zhejun's fried eggs!"
I:"???"
"The egg's unyielding soul is mixed with the egg's resentment and anger. Anyone who can eat it is a brave man!"
Wait? That was already the fried egg before the provisional license exam, right? Can you really still eat it now?
No, the question is why would Eight Million keep this kind of thing?!