Pieces of fresh meat were spread flat on the barbed wire lined with charcoal fire. As the oil stars sizzled and overflowed, the red and white meat slices gradually became darker, and the rich meat aroma also filled the air.
Iida hosted this dinner party enthusiastically:
"The first class dinner for our first-year class A of the hero department at Yuying High School——"
"Ah Sero, give me that, that." Kaminari pointed at the salt dish next to Sero Norta.
"…and everyone is here—" A crossroads appeared on Iida's forehead.
"Shangming, are you actually a salt person?" Erlang held the sauce plate with a look of disbelief on his face, "I thought you were also a sauce person."
"Huh?" Shang Ming looked down, then he picked up a piece of meat that was licked by the heat without any care, dipped it in salt and stuffed it into his mouth: "Sure enough, it's better to add salt, right?
Bar?"
"So today everyone -" It seemed that someone's voice was ignored.
"Adding salt is the way grandpas eat it, right?" Erlang looked down upon Shanming with her actions. She picked up the barbecue and poured it into the sauce plate, with a few drops of sauce overflowing the edge.
Hagakure and Ashido nodded in agreement (I don't know how Hagakure's nod could be discerned, just think of it as metaphysics), and at the same time raised the full sauce plates in their hands.
"--We are the sauce pie!"
"--That's too much!" Iida was hit by being ignored. He waved his upper arms excitedly to protest his injustice. He also didn't forget to express his faction: "By the way, I'm from the Salt faction!"
"A man should eat spicy soy sauce!" Kirishima slapped the table and stood up. Bakugo, who was sitting next to him, was concentrating on eating barbecue. Only the layer of spicy oil floating on the plate showed his faction.
"You can eat salt and sauce as you age, but men should eat spicy soy sauce!"
Then he didn't forget to ask his friends for their opinions, turned to the corner and shouted:
"——You agree too, right? King!"
Not to be outdone, Iida joined the argument: "It's clear that the salt faction is king! What do you think, Todoroki?"
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The ones in the far corner are two red and white heads.
At this time, the synchronization rate of the two heads became extremely high. After hearing their names, they all raised their faces that were immersed in eating, and their cheeks were still chewing. There is no similarity between these two people at ordinary times.
The brothers look very much alike at this moment.
——The most similar thing is the exact same confused face.
"..." I stretched my neck hard to swallow the choked meat, "What happened?"
In order to avoid this group of energetic teenagers fighting for meat, Jiao Dong and I made a consensus look at each other the moment we entered the door.
--Stay away from the battlefield.
So the two of us huddled in the corner silently and concentrated on eating meat.
But even though we were far away from combat-prone areas, we were still affected.
"It's probably..." Midoriya seemed confused, but the salt dish in his hand also proved his position, "It's a factional war over barbecue."
"..."
Are all these people boring?
I was speechless for a moment.
"As for me," Jiao Dong replied seriously: "I am a half-salt and half-sauce pie."
In order to prove the credibility of his words, he also demonstrated the method of dipping barbecue on the spot. One side was dipped in the fragrant sauce, the other side was dipped in the raised piles of salt, and then he ate it without any abnormalities.
.
I:"……"
Do you want to be so serious?
"As expected of Todoroki-kun, who is half-cold and half-burnt," Ba Million sighed, "even the way he eats barbecue is so unique."
Bakugo sneered disdainfully: "Half the bastard should eat half the barbecue."
"What about you? King?" Kirishima tried his best to look this way: "You must be a hottie, right - ugh?!"
On the table, in front of me, was a dark sauce on a plate with a black edge.
He was greatly disappointed: "King, you are actually a sauce person! So ordinary!"
…
No, it's not.
I looked at the shallow plate on my desk and silently denied him.
If it goes according to your ideas -
I continued to eat the meat with a serious look on my face, and put the grilled meat into my mouth that was covered in a sauce that looked like a sauce but was slightly different in color.
The sauce has salt and Worcestershire sauce added, as well as a layer of sesame seeds, so I think it's a mixed bag.
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"Class A went to have barbecue?"
Kendou Kazuka waved his cell phone: "How about we go have a dinner together? We, Class B, have never had a dinner together."
"We can't lose to Class A for a dinner party. Of course we are going -"
"But how did you know the news about Class A?" Monorama Ningren looked at the squad leader with an orange ponytail hesitantly.
"Ah, that..." Kendou Kazuka blushed suspiciously.
"Well... I exchanged contact information with the King of Glory classmates from Class A before..."
"...Kentou you..."
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Zhen Tang Yao, a student from Jie Wu Academy who also had half a day off, his black hair was a little disheveled, stared at his phone and didn't know what he was thinking.
"Joker?" The green-haired woman whose hero's name is joker and who is also the class teacher of Zhendang shook her hand, attracting the black-haired boy's attention.
"You can relax a bit today. You just finished taking the provisional license exam, so you don't need to be so nervous."
Joker approached him, a little curious: "Have you been looking at your phone, who are you chatting with?"
"No." Zhen Tangyao showed a sunny fake smile that did not suit his personality.
"I just took a peek at Wang Zhejun's activities after exchanging contact information with him."
joker: "..."
"It's great that Wang Zhejun has the habit of posting updates frequently, otherwise I wouldn't know where he is so easily."
He kept his sunny smile and put away his mobile phone:
"Then let's go first, teacher."
…
Eraserhead, I'm sorry.
Joker apologized to Shota Aizawa in his heart.
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"Inasa, what are you looking at?"
The big man staring at the phone screen scratched his chin.
"My new friends in Xiongying are having barbecue, and I was wondering if we should go to that restaurant too, just before we go back to school-"
"--Xiong Ying's student? What a great idea!"
"Oh! Then let's go have barbecue with Xiongying!"
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As I was eating, I suddenly choked and beat my chest violently. I drank a whole cup of frozen drink before I finally regained my breath.
…
I don't know why, but I always have a bad premonition.
I just feel like this class dinner won’t go well...
I looked at the meat-grabbing fight in the middle of the flames, where the demons were dancing wildly, and I silently moved to the side.
terrible.
The stomachs of teenagers are monsters, and the scene where teenagers fight to fill their stomachs is a monster battle.
In a scene where chopsticks and barbecue are flying together, and cups share the same sky, eight million can still push out a piece of pure land in the center of the battlefield gracefully and without losing speed. It is truly a role model for our generation.
At this moment, eight million is no longer eight million in my heart!
She is Kamisama! She is the Goddess of War! The Goddess of War!
The goddess of war sat calmly on the messy battlefield without changing her expression. She gracefully held the clay porcelain drink cup in the same manner as a black tea cup, and took a sip of the carbonated drink like a high-end afternoon tea.
Then I stood up as my eyes turned from admiration to shock——
"Everyone!"
Eight Million's face turned red, as if what he just drank was not a grape-flavored drink but a high-concentration Erguotou. He raised the drink cup in his hand like the Statue of Liberty holding a torch: