The sports festival was just around the corner, and the regular course of "Xiongying" continued.

On the podium was a teacher wearing a full spacesuit, and on the desk of 21 was a "Rescue Guide" with the same number of pages.

The content of this "Rescue Guide" was really good. Not only did it clearly explain the various matters to pay attention to during rescue, but it also had some general psychological introductions to appease survivors.

It's just that for such a meaningful course, the enthusiasm of the students was not very high.

But it's not surprising. As a hero prepper, they wanted to practice more than talk on paper.

Anzawa skimmed through the entire book, and like some of the students, he shifted the focus of attention.

Speaking of which, it's been nearly two weeks since he entered the school, and the situation of being hostile to the students of the general class and the other two classes has not improved at all. It made him a little accustomed to it. If one day these hostile eyes disappear, he probably won't get used to it, right?

His relationship with the students of class A can't be said to be good, but it can't be said to be bad either.

He expressed his understanding. After all, after the USJ incident, the students also faced such a difficult time with the same feelings. Compared to him, a student who left school halfway, they were naturally closer.

With the hostility of the students in front of him, and now he can't have a good relationship with his classmates, is there really any hope for his high school career?

But there are still good things that happened. For example, the two teenagers he froze didn't bother him.

The irascible youngster, Explosive Tyrant Wins Himself, kept switching between the words' tsk 'and' tsk ', while the ice youngster, Explosive Scorch, chose to ignore him. Emmmm, was Explosive Young Man's' don't leave after school 'gaze an illusion?

"Sigh —" Anzawa sighed softly.

The sigh attracted the attention of the vice-class representative, BaoMian, who was sitting in the front seat. BaoMian just glanced at An Ze with dissatisfaction and didn't say anything. But two minutes later, BaoMian suddenly regretted not reminding An Ze.

Anzawa fell asleep as if there was no one around. He didn't have the awareness that it was class time … No, to be exact, Anzawa forgot about class.

An Ze, who originally only wanted Xiao Tian to sleep for a while, had a frightening dream while he was half-asleep due to his light sleep … …

*

The empty and narrow corridor was lit with orange warm lights, and the shadows of the two people standing opposite each other were clearly reflected.

The two were speechless for a while, and the silence seemed to stop time.

"… You didn't notice it at all?" The indifferent voice echoed in this empty and narrow place.

The young man, whose face could not be seen clearly, raised his gun slowly and pointed the cold muzzle at the smiling young man in front of him. "From the beginning, this game only allows one person to win.

Compared to the danger brought by the two sides, the danger is the most.... "

"Oh?

And then?

After killing the others, the teenager, the teenager.........................

.............................. to....................................

"… Seeing you accept death so calmly makes me feel a little annoyed." The boy closed his eyes and quietly pulled the trigger with his finger.

?

.....

............ The teenager's body fell back like a leaf falling into the water...

. [According to the agreement, you can leave here.]

The black fog around the young man suddenly became restless, as if it had encountered a violent tornado. A majestic aura like the rising of the wind and the surging of the clouds suddenly exploded in the spacious and narrow corridor, but it dissipated in the blink of an eye.

The teenager's face was instantly visible...

*

Those eyes, that face....

Anzawa suddenly opened his eyes, and his amber eyes were full of horror.

After taking a few deep breaths, Anzawa sat up straight and raised his hand to brush away the strands of hair stuck to his forehead. But the black hair seemed to be against him, and it bounced back to his forehead and merged with the sweat.

Teacher No.13 was still teaching, and there were still some students who were in a daze. Nothing in the class had changed, and it was still the same as five minutes ago.... Only Anzawa was terrified.

Of course, he would not be frightened by a mere nightmare. The only thing that frightened him was the teenager who killed in the dream. That teenager … had the same appearance as him.

Dreaming that he killed someone, and it was accurate to every scene. Wasn't that something to be afraid of?

"Well, that's it for this class."

Teacher No.13 said gently, "The sports festival is in three days. I will cheer for you. You have to work hard too."

"Yes, Teacher No.13."

20

Teacher No.13's gentle voice helped Anzawa relax, and the nightmare just now became less terrible. Anzawa couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He swore in his heart that he would never sleep during the day again.

"Amagi!"

His bold roar scared Anze so much that he quivered.

The other students all had a face: Ah, here he comes. Iida -kun's Class A is a good class monitor.

The class monitor, Iida, rushed straight to Anzawa with a serious face. "Amagi, did you fall asleep just now?

How can you do this?

This is too disrespectful to Teacher No.13!

As the class monitor, I have the obligation to help Amagi correct his disrespectful attitude! "

"Ah …" Anzawa's voice trembled, "You are the class monitor, you are right."

"Well, Amagi, from now on, I will help you become an excellent student!" Iida began to chatter, "First of all, you should …"

'Excellent student?'

'Do you think this is the Celestial Dynasty?'

'Are you going to give me a little red flower later?!'

Anzawa covered his face tiredly. Since entering Class A, he had almost become a complaining slave.

"Amagi." Hong interrupted Iida and looked at Anzawa, "Come with me."

Anzawa was a little weak. 'So, is Hong's revenge finally coming?'

Hey hey, young man Hong, did you use the wrong persona of a rich young man?

No matter how much he complained, Anzawa still walked out of Class A with Hong under the gaze of the whole class as if they had seen a ghost.

Standing in the corridor, Anzawa inexplicably blinked his amber eyes. He really did not understand why Hong did not say a word. It was clearly this guy who called him out. "If there is nothing else, I will go back to the classroom."

"Is your 'personality' freezing?" Hong finally squeezed out a sentence.

Emmmm thought Hong was looking for him to seek revenge, but it turned out that Hong was curious about his' personality '.

Anzawa breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "You can say that for the time being. In fact, it is flame. Freezing is just the negative state of flame. Everything is formed with flame as the foundation."

"Oh." Hong did not say anything again and looked out of the window in a daze.

Anzawa was speechless. 'So, why did you call me out?'

'If you have something to say, say it!'

'Why did you leave me hanging and stare blankly?!'

"Hu —" Hong took a deep breath and turned to look at Anzawa, "… .My 'personality' is freezing."

"Oh." 'So?'

"The sports festival is about to begin."

"Okay." 'Say it all at once!

No!

Okay!? '

"Can you spar with me?"

"Huh?"

Anzawa reacted for a while and then suddenly realized, "You mean you want to spar with me a few days before the sports festival?"

"Ah."

"Okay.

If there is a spar during the daily classes, we will be in the same group.

After school …. "Anzawa thought for a moment and said," Come to my house. I have a training room. You can use your 'personality' at will. "

"Ah."

'Damn!

What are you 'ah' for?! '

'Can't you speak properly?!'

Anzawa was angered by Hong and laughed, "Your words are really concise."

"Sorry." Hong pursed her lips and her eyes drifted to Anzawa's angry face, "Thank you."

"…." Anzawa was stunned and then did not know whether to laugh or cry, "No, I don't mean to thank you. It's just that your words are too concise. If one's reaction is slow, it's easy to not understand what you mean.

Forget it. Anyway, before the sports festival starts, let's spar with each other. I was worried about not finding a practice partner. "

"Ah …" Under An Ze's stare that said, "Here we go again." He stiffly said, "Alright."

Although she answered like this, Hong knew that Anzawa's last sentence was false. Not finding a practice partner?

No, he did not want to find one at all.

In Sky City, An Ze was a new student of Class A who had been in school for almost two weeks. He had maintained a relationship with his classmates that was neither close nor distant, and the reason was definitely not because his classmates did not want to be friends with him.

After the one vs twenty, the students were very interested in Anzawa Amagi. Unfortunately …. Anzawa Amagi only looked 'easy to get along with', but in fact, he kept a distance from everyone.

Speech and behavior were just two words, but An Ze of Sky City was able to use these two words to their fullest potential. It was precisely because of this that he made people feel unreal, and an unreal existence often made people feel intimidated at first glance …

Being stared at by Hong, Anzawa could not help but tremble, "That, can you stop staring at me?"