Today I Am a Hostage Again

July 21 is the first day of the students' summer vacation.

In the hot summer vacation, the sea, the beach, and the air-conditioning are always the first words that people remember, but in fact, there are more words that come to mind-bed.

The holidays are here, and you don’t have to suffer the unreasonable trouble of the alarm clock anymore.

Many students who don't have any plans for the holidays, sleeping until they wake up are always their first plan.

But for Aizawa Sora, it doesn't matter much whether it is a holiday or not, he will still be in a daily'work' state every day.

Today, the first person who came to Aizawa's house to pick up the goods was the hospital truck, and then the Suzuki's, Akashi's, and Atobe's families also came to visit. The Hitachi-in's and Hinozuka's were coming at night.

What surprised Aizawa Sora most was that the public security person who usually came first on weekdays turned out to be the last to come today.

When the police car came to Aizawa's house, something ridiculous happened.

One may be a man who has just wandered here recently. Early this morning, he saw this ordinary two-story residential building one after another with luxury cars and other trucks with red cross signs.

What was the reason for these people, the homeless man didn't figure it out, but he knew one thing, the black-haired boy who often came out to open the door had a lot of money in his hands!

The man who drove the truck with the Red Cross sign before, he saw with his own eyes that he gave the boy a wad of Fukuzawa Yukichi!

"I didn't expect that I didn't learn well at a young age, so I still..." The man sneered after watching the boy send away another luxury car, and found a reason for his next behavior. "This time, I can be regarded as a substitute. The sky is going on, I will teach you a rule, not all money is so easy to get."

After spending such a long time outside, the man has also discovered the pattern.

He doesn't need to do anything more, just go to the door of the family, ring the doorbell, and the black-haired boy will appear.

The man stroked his already greasy hair, and successfully made a big back without the help of hair spray. The seemingly honest face was full of malicious smiles and the ecstasy of seeing a lot of money. .

As long as he has money, he doesn't have to continue wandering like this. Change your clothes, trim your hair, and then make a living.

It's also that this man has good luck. After all, there is indeed one person who hasn't been to Aizawa's house today.

So when he stood at the door of Aizawa's house and rang the doorbell, he heard the cold sound coming from the house as he wished.

"The sound is pretty good." The man sneered, unmoved.

The door of Aizawa's house was not closed, and the man opened it with a light push.

If he waited outside, Aizawa would not come out when he opened the door and saw someone.

So after the man entered, he hid behind the door, waiting for Aizawa to open the door and come out, and he could catch him as soon as he reached out.

With a ‘click’, the man who felt that he had been waiting for a long time lit up and smiled triumphantly.

The gentle and harmless Aizawa Sora, who seemed to be unprepared, just opened the door and walked out.

"Don't move!" The man rushed out in a nasty voice, holding a utility knife in his hand and pressing it against Aizawa's neck. Because of the excitement, fierce red blood appeared in his eyes.

This utility knife was accidentally picked up by a man in the garbage this morning. Because I was bullied and beaten by many unscrupulous teenagers during the wandering the previous two days, when I picked up this thrown art knife, I immediately put it away for self-defense and self-rescue.

Unexpectedly, the first use of the utility knife in his hands was not what he had previously imagined, but it became a prop for him to hold and threaten.

"You, you have to think about it." It is obvious that this is the first time a man has done this kind of business, and he is not very skilled. But the desire for money has burned his sanity, allowing him to quickly adapt to the role of robbers, and he is gradually getting better, "Don't shout, cooperate honestly. My hand shakes, your life is bad. It's gone."

The utility knife is stained with rust, if it pierces the skin, it will be really troublesome.

"I just saw it. Many people gave you money. Hurry up and hand over the money honestly." The man hasn't brushed his teeth for a long time. He has a yellow tooth, and his breath came into Aizawa's nose. "Don't play tricks on me!"

At this moment, another large truck stopped at the door of Aizawa's house. The truck with the red cross that Zhiqi drove away before, this one looked much more low-key.

This obviously came to look for the boy who was threatened by him.

Why did you pick such a time? Even five minutes slower.

Before the man in the light gray suit got out of the car, the homeless man quickly put his hand down, and the utility knife was pressed against Aizawa's waist. If you dare to call me, I stabbed your spine. A posture that allows you to live in a wheelchair for the rest of your life.

"Uncle." Aizawa was helpless. "You may not know a saying that is circulating in Japan now."

"Don't change the subject." The vagrant uncle is unmoved. The man in the suit is about to come over. He can't waste time, "I only want money and don't hurt you."

Aizawa Sora: "..."

The Aizawa’s house doesn’t look like a rich family either. If you don’t go there with so many people around, why did you come here?

See if the Yanzuo's house in the distance is far away, it's a well-known rich family in this area.

But he didn't ask, after all, it was still three words-used to it.

Sora Aizawa slowly continued what he had not finished saying: "Junior high school students in Japan are very dangerous."

Probably this statement... it was spread from Hibari Kyouya, and Sawada Tsunayoshi, who has become the tenth generation of Pengley, the head of the new generation family, and his guardians, these are clearly It is just a middle school student who has become a member of the Italian Mafia, which adds to the credibility of this statement.

"What are you talking about..." As soon as the tramp said a few words, his eyes widened and he exclaimed loudly, "Ahhhhh! It hurts..."

Aizawa's hand leaned back and pinched the uncle's wrist with precision.

In terms of strength alone, Aizawa is already much larger than the most numerous professional heroes in China.

Just a slight squeeze caused the empty man to cry in pain.

Before thinking about money, but not paying attention to what Aizawa Sora said in the last sentence, the homeless man was in pain, thinking constantly in his head, what did this boy just say?

Aizawa twisted his wrist at the tramp, and the utility knife fell to the ground with a slight muffled sound.

Immediately, the tramp was kicked out by Aizawa, just in front of the man in the gray suit who came by.

As soon as the tramp wanted to get up and escape, he was held on his shoulders who knew.

He watched as the man in his suit drew his other hand toward his pocket, and Aizawa's faint voice without any fluctuations in his ear: "He will ask you to take it back together in a moment. Well, the action report... I will write..."

So, the action report is really troublesome.

Although the matter this time can be clearly written in just two sentences, the report submitted in writing obviously cannot be so short. Then... it's time to test the writing skills of the heroes.

"Understood." The man in the suit took out a silver bracelet glowing with dazzling light, clicked twice, and put it on the homeless man.

I just wanted to find someone with money and safety in his hands. I didn't expect that there would be a homeless man who developed in this way. Now he stayed there until the handcuffs were handcuffed and injured, and he didn't react.

...What is this, what happened?

"Huh? What was the sound just now?" Aizawa yawned and walked out of the house, a pair of dead fish eyes listless.

Xiongying has already had summer vacation like a normal school, although there will be room for the next stay, but it will be a few days later. Until the start of the stay, Aizawa still had time to take a good rest.

After waiting to see the man handcuffed by the police, Aizawa was too clear, "Oh, this is for today."

As for his younger brother being attacked again, Aizawa had long since calmed down.

After all, Aizawa is now a hero who can be alone.

"Yeah." Aizawa nodded. He didn’t want to ask the reason why the tramp came to him. He had already passed the age of curiosity, and he had heard of the reasons that were outrageous but unexpectedly reasonable.

I listened too much, so I was not curious anymore.

Confirming that there was no problem, Aizawa took the breakfast that Aizawa had just given him, and went back to the room to make up for sleep after eating.

He hadn't slept well for nearly ten days before. In addition to school matters, there were also some things about Hero's Office.

Ren Shi Aizawa's physical fitness is strong, and he can't stand it anymore.

After his brother returned, Aizawa put the vegetables and fruits needed by the police today into the truck. They were all regular customers who had worked together for a long time, and they didn't call it all again as they did a year ago. After confirming that the type was correct, they returned with the tramp.

As for whether he will weigh it carefully after returning, it has nothing to do with Aizawa Sora.

When I waited to send away the last guest of the day, I no longer need to worry about what will happen today. Aizawa was empty and light. Just about to turn around and go home, I saw two teenagers standing on the side of the road on the opposite side of the house.

One of them was tall, about one and eighty-five meters tall, with black hair and a messy hairstyle. He was wearing a sports suit and carrying a luggage bag. He looked at Aizawa in surprise.

Next to him was a young man who was much shorter than him, even less than one meter seven, with black hair and golden hair, and a lazy and unmotivated look.

At this moment, he stared at Aizawa Sora curiously and surprised with a pair of cat eyes.

Obviously, what just happened was seen by them.

"Oh, it's been a long time since I saw you, Sora." The tall black-haired young man raised his hand and greeted Aizawa with a smile on his face.

Aizawa stared at the other party for a long time, and quickly picked up news about the other party from his memory.

"I haven't seen it for a long time, Brother Blacktail."

This boy with black messy short hair was named Kuruo Tetsuro. He was two years older than Aizawa Sora. When Aizawa was young, he met before he moved away.

The author has something to say: a hasty ending is not a hasty ending, even if you say that my rhythm is slow, I can't speed it up_(:з」∠)_

The writing style and style are probably already like this, it can’t be saved.

PS: This is a sincere author. If you mark the subject, you will definitely have cp, but emmmmmm is not yet the age to be in love [Guilty Heart Moves Eyes.jpg]

When I first envisioned this article, there was actually a cp, but in order not to hinder the stock market, I didn’t say it. Later, it became no cp because I expanded the cerebellum that was so hard to write 30,000 characters. Opened, and then cp made me hesitate

It's still... it's up to you to buy stocks...

The stockholders’ fight is really tragic [Light the cigarette.jpg]