Today I Am a Hostage Again

"If not..." Excuse me...

The rest of the words, after seeing the flame man walking across, were all swallowed by Aizawa.

It was a man with a raging red flame burning all over his body. When such a heavy rain came into contact with the flames around him, it all turned into a curl of water vapor, and a drop of rain did not fall on him.

Hong Jiao Dong naturally noticed such an ostentatious man. Seeing his thick face, the expression of the handsome young man who was originally a bit vivid became stupefied.

"Mr. Andwa is here to pick you up." Aizawa saw the unopened umbrella held by Andwa at a glance.

This umbrella, Aizawa Sora, has seen Hong Jiao freeze used before.

This is... the rhythm of the father coming to pick up his son from school?

Is this arrogance really not afraid of being beaten?

Well, Andwa's strength is second only to Oermet. In addition to Oermet, he really doesn't have to worry about being sapped.

"Jiao Dong." Andwa walked to the front of Hong Jiao Dong and Aizawa Sora, and called his son's name in a deep voice. Without saying much, he threw the scorched and frozen umbrella in his hand, "We should go back. Your training today has not been completed."

Hong Jiao frozen caught the umbrella, his hands were tight when he heard this, and his brows wrinkled insignificantly.

"Then I won't bother." Aizawa raised his hand to take the umbrella from Hong Jiao frozen, and waited for him to open his umbrella. Then he took two steps back and waved at Hong Jiao frozen. "Goodbye Xiongying."

"Ah." Hong Jiao frozen responded, repeating silently in his heart: Xiongying goodbye.

I don't know what Andeva thinks. The one who came before was very cool and handsome. He didn't even save the umbrella, but after receiving his son, he also held up the umbrella for the first time.

That is, the burning flame beard blurred his expression, otherwise he would definitely be able to see the slightly tangled expression at this time.

Hong Jiao freezes as if no one is walking with him, walking home quickly under an umbrella, without saying a word extra.

When Aizawa's figure passed the corner, he gave a suspicious "Uh" and whispered, "It really wasn't my illusion before."

Andeva looked at his eyes, it was indeed very-weird.

In fact, Ningshan Junior High is really good. Although his unlucky physique has been exposed for nearly a year, not many people have alienated him. After all, everyone is already a third-year student. , Generally speaking, it has matured a lot.

One of the reasons that made Aizawa Sora decide to transfer is naturally because his classmates were involved in two accidents. Although they were not dangerous, they still couldn't stay in the same school.

The second reason actually lies with Andwa.

Knowing some of the problems between Andewa and Hong Jiao Rong's father and son, Sora Aizawa discovered more and more that Andwa may be a child who lacks a string in his mind. It's just that his control method seems a bit wrong, causing his "scorch" to be basically full of thoughts of wanting to put his sack on him.

It is estimated that Andwa discovered that the scorching freeze has become a lot more lively recently, and Aizawa Sora, who absolutely plays an important role, will inevitably be noticed by Andwa.

Aizawa Sora will inevitably trigger an incident every day. If he encounters more, he will inevitably encounter Andwa, whose office is nearby.

Once, twice, three times...N times.

Seeing it more often, Aizawa Sora discovered that this NO. The hero of 2 looked at him more and more wrongly. However, Aizawa Sora did not have the ability to read the mind like Qi Mu Kusuo, no matter how puzzled he was, he couldn't understand the reason.

Just recently the first semester was about to end, Aizawa wanted to transfer directly.

There are still two semesters before entering high school, so just transfer once.

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It is said that the child's face in June is always changing.

The sky in July is not too much.

In the afternoon, the rain fell suddenly and it was heavy, but after only half an hour, the rain outside had already decreased.

When Aizawa vacated the station, it was clear outside.

After the rain, the air is very fresh, and there are more pedestrians on the road.

Aizawa Sora didn't get off at the stop near Aizawa's house today, but took an extra stop. Here, there is a dessert shop that has been in business for less than a year. It is said that it was opened by the eldest lady of Akakubo's family who is studying in Yuanyue and has become the fourth seat of Yuanyue Ten Best. The taste of desserts is amazing.

After learning about the existence of this store, Aizawa Sora would come here from time to time, buy some in storage, and taste it every now and then.

In particular, he also has a food friend, Qi Mu Nanxiong, who is also a sweet food control. Although his favorite is coffee jelly, he also likes other desserts, such as Buffy, sundae, cakes, etc.

And according to Qi Mu Nanxiong, although the world he lives in is also in the process of technological development, there is one, very important point, that is incomparable there. That is...there is no far moon in their world...

Obviously it is the same Japan, even if the world where Qi Mu Kusuo lives is only a superpower, why is it not even equipped with a school that trains chefs like Yuan Yue?

Because of the existence of Tomotsu Academy, this world pays special attention to food and beverages, and ordinary dessert shops have better taste.

Just for this matter, Qi Mu Nanxiong is considering whether to accept Aizawa Sora's'proposal', come here to recognize his relatives, and go to a high school by the way. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

This dessert shop opened by the eldest lady of Akakubo’s family that both Aizawa Sora and Saki Kubo have been obsessed with is not close to the station. It is neither open in a busy shopping street, nor in a station or school. Around it, on the contrary, it stands in the business district.

From the station, you need to pass through two streets to see.

However, this is not the first time Aizawa has come. From the station to the business district, there is a small road that few people experience. Because it is between two tall buildings, this road has always been dark. Many people would rather take a little more detour than walk here.

In addition, a corpse was found here two years ago, which makes ordinary people avoid this place even more.

It is said that art masters are bold, but Aizawa is not afraid.

Moreover, this path is also a cover for him. From the entrance to the exit, he can walk through it in half a second.

As usual, Sora Aizawa turned his footsteps and turned into the path. The next second the person disappeared, he reappeared, and he had reached the end of the path.

It's just that today is a little different. At the end of the path, there is not no one at all. Instead, there is a man wearing a T-shirt and shorts, with fluffy and messy hair and a heavy ink smell on his body.

There was an easel in front of the man, and on the easel was a piece of white paper with nothing painted on it.

This is the writing brush still dripping with ink in his hand, and the fresh ink dots on the easel highlight one thing, that is... this person has used it before. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

"Hey hey." Just when Aizawa was thinking, "What a weird man," and didn't want to deal with it, he suddenly heard the sloppy man let out a strange and gloomy low laugh, then opened his hands and opened his eyes. In the sky, he raised his hair and laughed, "Hahahahahaha!"

Aizawa Sora: "..."

It is said that artists are all lunatics, it turns out that this is really the case.

Aizawa glanced at the roof of the opposite building, ready to leave without interrupting him.

Who knows, in the next second, this person's white as snowy drawing paper suddenly smeared with a thick color, as bright as blood, scarlet.

But obviously this person didn't do anything. The hand holding the brush was always wide open, and the color of the ink with the low nib was perfectly normal black.

Where did the red come from?

"Yes, yes, yes! This is the color." Seeing the red suddenly appearing on the drawing paper, the man didn't exclaim, but he looked like he was finally waiting.

It's weird.

This man is so strange.

Sora Aizawa sniffed the tip of his nose, vaguely as if he could smell blood.

The blush on the drawing paper became wider and wider, and then, at the upper right of this red trace, a dazzling red suddenly appeared.

The bloodiness suddenly became rich.

Aizawa's original idea of ​​leaving was thrown away by him.

Speaking of it, today's prisoner, he seems to have not met yet.

Positive thinking, there are about two hundred meters of where a sudden burst of spring sharp cry from the alley: "ah ah ah -"

Vaguely you can still hear the mixed cry for help: "Help, help, there are monsters, they are enemies! Heroes, heroes!"

The enemy appeared!

Could it be that he thought wrong?

For the next second, Aizawa appeared on the roof of the building on the side, and then disappeared again. When it appeared again, it was already the place where the screaming sound was just made.

A young man dressed in smoky clothes, with necklaces, rings and earrings, and a tattooed moxi dry head fell on the street, as if he had been stabbed in the chest by someone.

The reason for saying like is because the corners of the young man's mouth are bleeding, his cheeks are pale, he is obviously seriously injured and he has lost too much blood.

But there was no blood flowing down his chest, but only a black ink dot.

On the right front of the man, there was a black mark on a woman's leg, and no blood was seen.

Seeing the black trace, Aizawa first thought of the sloppy man he had just met on that path.

The **** smell he smelled at that time may not be his illusion, but real!

"Hero, help, help!"

The woman with the wound on her leg stood face to face with a dark, shadow-like thing, holding a black dagger with no variegated color in her hand, and poking it against the woman’s chest. .

"Ahhhhh!!" The woman closed her eyes in despair, but the pain did not wait.

"Smash!"

A voice shouted, and then there was a violent fist wind.

The black shadow shattered with a ‘bang’ after being swept by the fist wind, and then, the smell of strong ink diffused on the ground.

"Hahahaha!"

Familiar voice, familiar laughter.

"It's okay! Why do you want to ask? Because! I'm here!"

"Ol... Olmat!"