Today I Am a Hostage Again

"Ha...Haha..." Cold sweat ran wildly on Ormet's cheek.

What should I do to cover up the past at this time?

If it was on weekdays, Aizawa Sora met him in this state, and when he called out his hero's name, Oermat could still refuse to admit it, and if he bit him, Aizawa had admitted the wrong person.

But today, he has just met Aizawa Sora, wearing...this suit...

but!

Even if there is half the probability of being able to fool around, he has to give it a try!

Olmert smiled dryly with a guilty conscience, "Yes, is that so, then, that's really a coincidence..."

Aizawa Sora's gaze was taken back from Olmet's almost lean face, and he glanced at the white supermarket shopping bag in his hand.

There is also the name of the supermarket on the shopping bag. From the outside of the shopping bag, you can see the pink fruit on the top.

Sora Aizawa stared at the fruit he had given Oermate, his voice was cold and helpless, "Well, it's a coincidence."

Lifting his head again, Aizawa's face looked towards Oermet with an expression of ‘I can’t do anything with you’, inexplicably feeling a little...indulgent.

Since Ormet didn't want to admit it, Aizawa Sora didn't mean to take him off his vest.

Although there is no difference between losing his vest and not losing it.

"It's getting late, I should go home to prepare dinner." Aizawa glanced at the number plate outside the door, which said the word'Yagi'. Was Ormat’s real name and surname Yagi?

Aizawa was a little excited.

Oermat's fans are all over the world, but he should be the first one to know his real name, besides making good friends, among his fans!

There is a subtle sense of pride.

"Ah, oh." Ormet looked at Aizawa Sora, who didn't know whether he believed it or not. Thinking of his weird physique, he urged: "Be careful on the way back."

Just as Aizawa was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something.

Recently, I don't know what Oermat is up to. It's been a long time since I came to him to get some fresh ingredients. If he remembers to eat regularly, he should not lose weight to this degree.

Known as the most powerful hero, Oermet, in fact, unexpectedly does not take care of himself.

What else can you do if you encounter such an idol who only thinks about others and always ranks last in his own affairs? Can he still beat him?

Aizawa Sora took out at least five days' worth of vegetables and fruits from the space and placed them in the yard of the Yagi family. The ingredients produced in his space have been stored for longer than ordinary ingredients. If they are stored in the refrigerator, they can be stored for a longer time.

"Please remember to tell me after eating."

After Aizawa finished saying this, he no longer looked at this Ormet, who did not recognize his identity, and left straight away.

Duliu Oermat stood still, his mouth wide open with a collapsed face. After a long while, he raised his hand and touched the back of his head, and laughed helplessly: "Sure enough, the young man knew it."

His eyes swept over the fruits and vegetables left by Aizawa, and moved the boy's heart back home.

"I always feel like I've been taken care of." Or by a teenager who is still in junior high school.

Although he was happy to know Aizawa's real name and surname, he didn't mention a word when he saw his brother after returning home.

The image that Oermet has always appeared in front of everyone is omnipotent and the strongest hero. Although I don’t know what caused Oermet to become like this, he must not let others know. .

Especially Oermat is a symbol of peace.

This is the supreme glory, and it also represents an unimaginable heavy pressure.

Probably because of this, the weak image of Oermet must not appear in front of people.

Therefore, before Olmet agreed, his appearance should be regarded as a secret.

But... what made him so thin? are you sick? Still injured? Is anyone in this world able to hurt Oermet?

"What are you thinking about?" Seeing his younger brother who was suddenly lost while cooking, Aizawa suddenly said, and pointed to the pot in front of him, "The food is going to be battered."

"Ah!" Aizawa regained his consciousness and quickly remedied it, while still not forgetting to explain to his brother: "Nothing. But brother, have you stayed up late again? Really, you have to learn to take care of yourself."

Sora Aizawa felt that his personal settings collapsed on these people.

Why are all of them so incapable of taking care of themselves?

He was a young man of tricks who was still in high school, but he was forced to become an old mother by these rough guys.

"Hi, hi~" My elder brother responded insincerely.

While Aizawa Sora continued to cook, Aizawa Kota took out a bottle of eye drops and put a few drops in his eyes.

Aizawa has a slight dry eye syndrome, which is also a side effect of his personality. Before getting the enhancement of the blue pineapple, if Aizawa wants to eliminate the abilities of others, he can only keep his eyes open. If things go on like this, his eyes will suffer from mild dry eye.

If there is no pineapple that strengthens his personality and gives him a little pause when using personality, maybe dry eyes will be more serious.

Because it was mild, Aizawa Kota basically didn't care about it.

It’s just that the summer has always been a period of high incidence of dry eye. In order to prevent the eyes from being full of red blood, my brother started to pay attention to the use of eye drops in May very consciously.

The last dish of red head fish stewed tofu was simmered, and Aizawa vacated the kitchen.

Aizawa leaned his head back on the back of the sofa, closing his eyes and rested.

"By the way, the third fruit in my space has matured. It was just ripe a few days ago. It's just that you don't have time. When I came home today, I happened to meet Oermat and gave him one. "

After Aizawa finished speaking, he entered the space.

This pink heart-shaped mango, the tree is also pink, full of girlishness.

After Aizawa picked two mangoes, he left the space and put one of them in front of his brother.

At this time, Aizawa had opened his eyes, picked up the new variety of fruit, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The empty fruit, the longer it gets, the stranger...

"Since it matures, I always feel that it doesn't seem to have any effect on me now." Although Aizawa was unable to determine the purpose of this fruit, but he could vaguely feel whether it would work for people.

For example, now, Aizawa Sora can feel that this mango should be useful to my brother.

Since it had no effect on him, considering the taste of the first two, Aizawa Sora put the one in his hand back into the space, and kept staring at Aizawa.

Aizawa had a headache too.

The younger brother had already said so clearly, he couldn't let Aizawa Sora eat with him like he had eaten with pineapple before.

Pink heart-shaped mangoes need to be peeled just like normal mangoes to eat.

A thin layer of skin was peeled off, revealing the same pink flesh inside. It's just that the pink is lighter, like a girl's lips, full of allure. The flesh exudes a charming fragrance, like the smell of mango, and it seems to be the faint fragrance of cherry blossoms.

If there is another difference between this fruit and ordinary mango, apart from the color, it is probably one point. It has no pit.

"Hey..." Aizawa sighed too much.

According to previous experience, the better the taste, the more unacceptable it may be to eat.

Aizawa held the mango and took a bite with his eyes closed. Then, without panting, he ate all the remaining mangoes together.

Thank him for the good lung capacity he has cultivated over the years.

But still so, Aizawa's face wrinkled, and his brows frowned tightly, so that his students could see that his legs could soften into noodles in fright.

Sora Aizawa put a glass of honey lemonade in front of his brother with great eyesight.

As soon as Aizawa played the pulp in his mouth, he could not wait to pick up the water on the table and drank it all.

Sora Aizawa tilted his head, so I was too curious about what it tasted like.

"Brother...this mango..." Aizawa hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't hold back his inner curiosity, and asked the only brother who had tasted it, "What tastes it?"

After I finished the question, seeing that my brother's complexion seemed a little bad, he quickly explained: "After all, it is a derivative of my ability, I also want to know a little bit."

Aizawa smiled at his younger brother, "Didn't you still pick one? You can try it."

Aizawa Sora: "..." Brother, what about our brotherhood?

"The vegetables in the kitchen seem to be stewed. I'll go and take a look." After speaking, Aizawa ran into the kitchen, turning off the last dishes and taking them out of the pot.

The elder brother didn't want to tell him, it seemed that he could only inquire about Oermet next time after seeing Oermet.

Sora Aizawa is confident, Oermat will definitely tell him.

Who told... he is Ollmat.

What exactly does that pink heart-shaped mango taste like? In the words that are very popular nowadays, that is-the taste of love.

As a single dog, I seem to smell the sour smell of love, which is really unbearable!

Since it is pink and heart-shaped, of course its smell is full of the flavor of love-sour smell.

Although the scent of mango is intoxicating, when it enters your mouth, it completely changes its appearance, tearing off the disguise, and an odor instantly spreads in your mouth and goes straight to your brain. Even if you don't breathe at all, the smell can enter your nose and make people dizzy.

Its acidity followed closely behind. Hawthorn and lemon had to bow their heads when they saw it.

It's sour as if it can make people spit out all the stomach acid.

Those who can persist in eating pink mangoes are incredible warriors.

At least until Aizawa Sora can use it, he will never taste it.

At the same time, Yagi's house is about two stops away from Aizawa's house. After dinner, Oermat looked at the pink mangoes on the table blankly, and his brain was empty.

Worry!

"After all, it was the mind of the young man..." Oermat kept shaking his hand, reaching out to the mango placed in the middle of the table, talking in his mouth and constantly convincing himself, "So you have to eat it. ..."

ＱＡＱEmpty boy...

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