During the lunch break, many teachers gathered in the teacher's office. Every teacher cast a warm look at Anzawa.

"The purpose of calling you here is to understand your 'personality'."

Ōta Aizawa knocked on the table with his uninjured hand. His bloodshot eyes swept over Anzawa. "Your 'personality' is very changeable, and it seems to have many forms. Are you a 'multiple personality' holder?"

"No, it's just a lot of moves."

Anzawa actually wanted to say that it wasn't a 'personality' at all. It was just an inexplicable ability that came from the age of 16. But if he really said that, he believed that the opposite … No, all the teachers in the teacher's office would think of him as a mental patient.

"What about the name 'personality'?"

Anzawa's face was stiff. "Cielo."

… Fortunately, he had a ready-made name, otherwise he would have to painstakingly come up with a name for this thing.

As soon as he thought about how troublesome it was before he became a hero, Anzawa wanted to go home and beat up Cheap Father 2.

“cielo？”

"It's Italian, it means sky."

Seeing that Ōta Aizawa still had doubts, Anzawa hurried to explain before he could: "The characteristic is harmony, dizzying everything, absorbing everything."

"So arrogant." Whether it was the 'personality name' or the 'personality characteristic', it was very arrogant.

Ōta Aizawa narrowed his eyes and carefully observed Anzawa. He continued to ask: "Ice and fire are two 'personalities' no matter how you look at it."

Just like how the two "personalities" of Class A blasted Jiao Bing, half was ice and half was fire.

"It's just that the state is different.

No matter what state it is, fire is the most basic support point. Ice is just the negative state of fire. "Anzawa tried his best to explain.

To be honest, even if he wanted to fully explain it, he couldn't do it.

Back then, during the trial, no one had told him what to do. Everything had been based on his own feelings.

Ōta Aizawa no longer had any doubts. He pulled out a form from a stack of folders. "Fill this out. From now on, you are a student of Class A."

Wait for a while, then go to the support department to submit the appearance of the combat uniform you want. "

"There's no need for the combat suit. Although I haven't worn it before, it doesn't look comfortable." Anzawa twirled his pen and looked at the sports suit he was wearing. He truly felt comfortable.

After not hearing Ōta Aizawa's reply for a long time, Anzawa immediately showed a helpless expression. "Do I have to wear a combat suit?"

"… There are no mandatory rules regarding combat uniforms." Ōta Aizawa remained silent because this was the first time he had seen a student who didn't want a combat uniform.

Let's not talk about other things. Just look at this year's students. Which one of them wasn't overflowing with excitement when they heard the words "combat uniform"?

"I've filled it out."

Anzawa handed over the form, got up and slightly bowed. "If there's nothing else, Aizawa -sensei, I'll go get the uniform?"

"Go … Ah, right." Ōta Aizawa called out to Anzawa who had already turned around. "Be careful when you go through school life."

Anzawa's forehead twitched. Was he seeing things?

Why did he see the meaning of watching a good show in those bloodshot eyes?!

"… Aizawa -sensei, I have a question."

Anzawa opened his mouth that seemed to have a weight hanging on it. His face was full of curiosity. "You … How did you get into the teaching team?"

Ōta Aizawa: "…"

*

Anzawa tugged at the tie of his uniform along the way. He still couldn't see a trace of Class A, but he did see some unfriendly students on the way.

"Hey, is that him?"

"It should be."

"No, it's definitely him. Can't you see that he's a stranger?"

The conversation between the students made Anzawa feel confused.

He just came to this school. It's impossible to make enemies, right?

"Be careful when you go through school life."

"…"

Ōta Aizawa's words hurriedly flashed through his mind. Anzawa also understood the meaning of their unfriendly eyes.

He originally thought that Ōta Aizawa didn't like him, so he used ambiguous words to scare him. Now it seems … it was sincere advice.

Cheap Father 2 said to him when he watched the last sports festival. "Xiongying" was a school for preparing heroes. There were many students in this school who didn't pass the hero course and were assigned to the general course and other two courses.

The school didn't ignore these students because of this. Instead, they gave them a chance.

The school would reconsider whether to enroll these students into the hero course based on their performance at the sports festival. Of course, if there was an entry, there would naturally be an exit …

An Ze fully understood their feelings. It was a great irony to those who had tried their best to prove themselves but failed to do so, for a soldier who had surrendered out of nowhere to suddenly enter the Heroes Department like a crown prince, and even Class A at that.

But then again … Anzawa scratched his head. He also entered Class A through the 1 VS 20 battle.

Students, can you not view him as an enemy without knowing the reason behind it?

I'm innocent.

As if he had foreseen the scene of being targeted and bullied on campus, Anzawa closed his eyes and sighed. To be honest, he was wronged to be the scapegoat.

"This is the legendary parachutist."

Anzawa's path was blocked.

The purple-haired teenager brazenly sized up Anzawa in front of him. "You don't look special."

"Ah, I don't think I'm special either." Anzawa was expressionless, and his tone was flat.

He understood the unwillingness of these boys and girls, but … this wasn't a reason to stop him.

Unwillingness?

Then they should work hard. The sports festival was just around the corner anyway. Otherwise, they could go to the school to complain about the injustice. No matter how he thought about it, it wasn't appropriate to block his path.

In the face of this seemingly insolent teenager, Anzawa maintained good manners. He smiled in a friendly manner and said, "Excuse me, can you step aside?"

"Ha —" The purple-haired teenager slowly raised his chin, narrowed his eyes, and revealed a mocking smile. "Is Class A filled with people like you who look useless?"

"I haven't really interacted with the students in Class A, so I'm not sure. As for me …" Anzawa's smile deepened. "Just treat me as a useless piece of trash.

Can I trouble this student to step aside for this piece of trash?

The afternoon class is about to start, and I don't want to be late. "

The purple-haired teenager narrowed his spiritless eyes, and looked at Anzawa with a deep sense of inquiry.

This guy … was immune to his "personality"?

Just now, he used his "personality", but unexpectedly found that it didn't work. He suddenly felt at a loss.

His "personality" was "brainwashing". Because of this "personality", he couldn't deal with the "imaginary enemy" in the entrance exam. It was also because of this that he signed up for the general course. But now … his "personality" was also ineffective against people?!

Looking at the purple-haired teenager who suddenly became silent and had a struggling face, Anzawa felt a burst of confusion.

Forget it, he would just take it that the teenager was finally willing to step aside for him. He still had to continue to look for traces of Class A.

Finally, Anzawa found Class A after the first afternoon class started. He knocked on the door, said "sorry for disturbing", and opened the door of Class A. "Sorry, I'm late."

Standing on the podium was a teacher with a square face and thick fingers. The teacher pointed at Anzawa's square head. "It's okay, the class hasn't started yet. Your seat has already been arranged, go sit down."

"Yes."

Anzawa nodded at him, and walked towards the very abrupt empty seat at the back of the classroom.

When he passed by the blonde, red-eyed teenager, Anzawa clearly heard him gnashing his teeth: "Tsk."

There was nothing wrong with this, after all, he was frozen for so long, and was almost forgotten, so it was natural for him to be angry. But … when he saw this teenager, Anzawa remembered the terrible illusion.

"Run! Run! Run!"

No matter where you are, you can't escape fate.

"

Filled with a suffocating sense of oppression, as if all the malice in the world was condensed … Anzawa let out a long sigh. In his memory, there was no such person.

Anzawa sat down, in front of him was a girl with a black ponytail, and on the upper right was a teenager who was also frozen for a long time, and wanted to tear him apart after he was defrosted. Ah … red on the left and white on the right was really eye-catching.

"Uh …" The teenager on the upper right suddenly turned his head, which really scared Anzawa. He smiled, but only received a calm gaze from the teenager. Of course, other than calmness, there was also a hint of "don't leave after school".