I didn't wait for the greetings from the reliable elite classmates. After opening the door, I only saw a noisy scene and appraising eyes. Most of them were boys with strong energy and easy to quarrel. For me, there were few young ladies who were easy to get along with.
…
What should I do? I'm a little nervous!
I don’t know if I have the same hands and feet, so I tensed my muscles and stared straight ahead without looking left or right - Why are these people looking at me? Don’t look at me! The scrutiny of strangers is so scary! I really want to quarrel.
They dare not look at me(?)!!!
Finally, I kept my composure and found my seat. The last row of the second row next to the door was still empty on the right, and on the left was a Yuanyang Pot Chi Noodles that made me feel a little bit in danger.
Pool noodles!
I looked at him without any trace.
My hair color seems to conflict with mine, my face is still more handsome, but I am taller than me, and I have extra points for having different eyes, and my shoes look quite rich.
His eyes are very cold, he looks like a killer with no emotions. There is also a birthmark on his face? He is a handsome guy with personality!
I think the reserved seat of the school grasshopper is a bit dangerous. Why is it such a coincidence that a classmate in my class has a super pool noodle!
I was ignited with a burning desire to win.
"Hello, I am the King of Glory." Your future rival for Bancao.
I introduced myself to him.
Chi Mian seemed to be stunned for a moment. He turned his head and looked at me for two seconds before nodding to me coldly: "Hang Jiao Dong."
...Well, I don’t know what’s going on. Although he behaves very coldly, I feel that he is a bit stupid.
"Are you the King of Glory?" The afro-headed guy, who had been staring at the old boy and the green algae head with his legs crossed, was suddenly attracted to his attention. He yelled, "Shouldn't it be that braided bastard?" and raised his hand.
He turned over from the table and grabbed my collar.
Dean, he grabbed my collar! It was wrinkled!
What's going on with this guy? Do I owe him money? Or is he a bully in school?
I was confused all of a sudden. I am somewhat self-aware. After all, the way I dress is often considered bad. Is there anyone who deliberately provokes bad behavior?
He is truly a hero! (Wrong emphasis)
"Wow, so you are the first place!" A boy with sky-high red hair came over and said, "That's awesome. You have 87 enemy kill points and 0 rescue points. How did you do that?"
"And it's said that you easily killed that zero-score robot - so manly!" He reached out to me enthusiastically:
"My name is Kirishima Eijiro, let's make friends, King-kun!"
Such an enthusiastic classmate! So easy to get along with! I actually made friends on the first day! He is an angel!
I was reserved for a moment, then stretched out my hand without hesitation, "...Hello."
I made friends on the first day, and they were so easy to get along with. I immediately happily forgot about the afro-headed guy who was still grabbing my collar.
"Stop looking down on others! Who are you ignoring!"
The afro seemed angry at being ignored by us who were making friends, so he pinched my collar and lifted it up.
Ah...this familiar feeling...
I was often picked on in junior high, usually by those losers whose girlfriends fell in love with me for some reason and got dumped. Some of them thought I looked too bad, so they wanted to have a fight with me to see who was better.
Bad guy.
To be honest, I think these people are very naive. They want to win the hearts of girls without taking care of themselves? What do they rely on, their stinky socks that haven't been washed for three days? Besides, a bunch of weaklings can even talk nonsense in a fight, so they don't start directly.
I also need to get through it. When they declared war, they basically grabbed my collar and spit foam at me. Even the sentences were exactly the same. I don’t know which third-rate drama they learned it from.
This caused me to have no mood swings at all even when this guy grabbed me by the collar, and I even wanted to cut him a bit.
I glanced up unmotivated.
It looked familiar. It was the guy who suddenly jumped up to me after I beat the big robot and startled me. I wanted to beat him even more.
But Bu Xing! These are future elite classmates, so we need to get along well with them!
I took off his hand from the collar, held it with both hands and shook it up and down, while shaking it with a fake smile: "Hello, classmate, I am the King of Glory. Nice to meet you. May I ask your name?"
This old man was stunned, probably because he was swayed by my trick of making friends regardless of previous suspicions, and subconsciously answered my question: "I am Bakugou Katsuki... Hey, don't even think about changing the subject, you bastard!"
I:"???"
How could I change the subject? Didn't he just ask me if I was the King of Glory? I answered him that I was, but his memory is only seven seconds?
I couldn't help showing pity: "I'm sorry, classmate...it turns out your memory is so poor."
The afro's expression suddenly became distorted:
"Are you fucking crazy?"
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Midoriya Izuku stood at the door, feeling extremely complicated.
Xiaosheng was actually bullied... Should I say he truly deserves to be a hero?
"-If you want to have fun and find friends, go somewhere else."
A giant silkworm chrysalis spoke, and it kept falling at the door. Maybe it was because its presence was too low, or the presence of the people in the room was too high, so no one noticed such a big thing until it made a human voice.
got everyone's attention.
"Fighting is not allowed, and no provocation is allowed. This is the Hero Department."
The silkworm chrysalis took off its skin, and a master cultivator emerged. He had long dark circles under his eyes, and his beard had not been shaved for a week.
"Okay, it took 8 seconds to finally calm down. Time is limited, and you all lack rationality."
The man with bloodshot eyes began to dig in his pocket, and finally took out a bag of jelly, took a deep sip and said:
"I am your homeroom teacher Shota Aizawa, please give me some advice. Now, put on your gymnastics clothes and come to the playground for me to assemble!"
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"Personality Mastery Test?" x20
The classmates began to whisper.
"You must have done it when you were in junior high school, right?" Teacher Aizawa raised the counter that looked like a cell phone in his hand, "Disable the personalized physical fitness test."
It's been done before, but shouldn't the first day of school be the opening ceremony? Shouldn't it be sitting in the auditorium drowsily listening to the principal's speech?
I heard him ask me with a questioning attitude, "The one who gets first place in the practical test is the king, right?"
"Ah? It's me." I answered slowly, and took a step out of the queue with some hesitation. I was thinking about what he wanted to do. Could he let me demonstrate?
I heard him mutter in a low voice, "The name is quite arrogant." Then he straightened his expression and asked me: "How many meters can you throw a softball in junior high school?"
"..." I suddenly felt embarrassed.
Without personality...my score is--
"39 meters."
What are you looking at! These are the results of a normal middle school student! Isn’t it strange that his strength is not outstanding!
"Then, use your personality and throw it around." Mr. Aizawa glanced at me and said, "As long as you don't get out of that circle, you can do anything."
"Okay." I took the heavy medicine ball, held it in my hand and raised my arm, bending my elbow to get into position.
Hero mode starts——
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The King of Glory in his gymnastics suit looks pleasing to the eye. I have to say that all his cumbersome decorations suit him very well, adding a bit of a rebellious and rebellious atmosphere to him. Coupled with his original pool face, this
This rebellious and bad style should be particularly popular among girls, it is simply the type that good girls cannot resist.
The pool noodle boy still had a bad vibe when he was holding the softball, but when he threw it out, his whole appearance changed.
Her hair was tied into pigtails, she wore strange purple clothes, and she wore a cloud-patterned breast shield on her chest. Her arms were tightly held by metal gauntlets, and her height directly increased to 1.8 meters, and she carried a gun on her back that was taller than 1.8 meters.