At the police station,

Ceshima sat upright and obediently lowered his head,

He listened to the policeman's teachings.

The man nagged, "It's a good thing to be brave, but it's better to leave this kind of criminal to a professional hero. You're a student,

You're lucky this time, but you might not be so lucky next time. "

"I know,

But... "Ceshima raised his head, his expression serious and firm,

"She was crying for help. I couldn't leave her alone, so I'm sorry, Mr. Policeman. I'll help next time."

After saying that, he lowered his head, "I'm very sorry."

The image of the little girl crying always reminded him of the scene that flashed through his mind. In the ruins surrounded by flames, the girl held the man's hand,

There was a smile of death on her face.

If the boy in the image had gone over earlier,

That little girl wouldn't have had to die with relief..

So no matter what, he couldn't leave this little girl alone.

Looking at the red-haired boy with his head lowered, the man could only rub his temples helplessly. "I really can't help you... You're a student who wants to take the Hero exam, right?"

Ceshima raised his head,

He didn't know why he asked this, but he still replied, "Yes."

"No wonder..." the man revealed an expression of "Forget it,

You can go. I already know your awareness. "

"But you have to prioritize your own safety in everything,

Do you understand? "

Ceshima's eyes lit up,

He nodded happily. "Understood!"

The man reached out and patted his head,

He let him go.

At this time, Naomasa Izuchi had already received greetings from other police stations. He came to the man's side. "That child left?"

"He left."

The man shrugged with an expression that he didn't understand young people nowadays. "His thoughts are very firm. He will definitely be a very good hero in the future, but this kind of thing is too early for him now."

Naomasa Izuchi smiled. "That child is a 'habitual offender'. If he passes the Hero exam... you have to get used to this kind of thing in advance."

"Habitual offender?"

"Yes, the police station on Jietian's side has already told me that this child refuses to change. They have already invited him to the police station to drink tea for a long time."

"..."

Seeing that he didn't speak, Naomasa Izuchi couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

The man's face was deep. "I was wondering why he didn't drink the tea on the table. It turns out that he's tired of drinking it."

"Change it to juice next time."

Nakauchi Naomasa: "…"

When Che Dao walked out of the police station, the people waiting outside hurried to greet him.

Ashio Sana: "Cechima, you're finally out!

This is the first time I've seen someone close to me go to the police station. I was so nervous … but it's fine now that he's out! "

The little girl rushed forward and hugged Che Dao happily. "Big brother, welcome back!"

"Ah, I'm back." Che Dao placed his hand on her head.

The thin man bowed to him solemnly. "Thank you for saving me and my daughter."

"No, no, no, please don't do that!" Cesar waved his hands frantically and bowed to the man. "It's my pleasure!"

The thin man straightened up and continued to bow. "Thank you very much!"

Cechima straightened his back and bowed again. "You're welcome!"

Seeing this, Ashio Sana subconsciously covered the little girl's eyes. "Don't look. Foolishness is contagious."

The two of them: "…"

It didn't take long for CheShima to receive a letter informing him that he had passed the written test. In addition to congratulating him on passing the written test, the letter also included the date of the combat test and the things he needed to bring. Just as he was about to pack up his things for the combat test, his phone received a text message.

He opened it and saw that it was from Ashio.

Ashio Sana: I passed the test!

That's great!

I'm going to run three laps outside! Hahaha!

CheShima tapped the screen a few times and replied. Good luck!

But tomorrow is the combat test. Take it easy. Don't lose an arm or a leg.

Ashio Sana: "???"

In the end, Ashio Sana did not run outside.

On the day of the test, CheShima and Ashio Sana went to the test venue together to listen to the lonely performance of the voice hero, Brexent Mack.

There was a huge screen behind him. As he explained, the corresponding images were displayed so that the students could understand the content of the test more clearly.

"The test content is a 10-minute [Simulated Street Exercise]. You can bring anything. After I finish explaining, there will be a bus that will take you to your designated exercise venue …"

He spoke vividly, but none of the students paid any attention to him. "I am blind to what I ought to do with your performance."

The explanation ended. The general idea was that there were four types of imaginary enemies with 0 to 3 points. Among them, the imaginary enemy with 0 points was the biggest and most powerful. Defeating it would not give you any points. Therefore, the best strategy was to run away. During the test, attacking other students was prohibited. You could bring anything that was beneficial to yourself into the test venue.

CheShima's test was in the D test venue. He looked at Ashio Sana and found that he was in the C test venue.

"Not in the same test venue … Then, see you after the test?" CheShima said as he extended his hand.

Clap!

Ashio Sana reached out and high-fived him. "See you after the test!"

The two followed their respective groups to the changing room to change clothes and got on their respective buses.

CheShima was wearing a dark red sportswear. The zipper on his upper body was unzipped, revealing his white undershirt. A black belt was buckled diagonally in front of his chest to hold the Tachi hanging on his back.

In fact, he preferred to use his fists rather than the Tachi. However, he felt a sense of familiarity when he saw this thing. He could not help but buy a Tachi.

After he bought it, he played around with it. He realized that his body naturally made slashing motions. At that point, he decided that he would mainly use his fists as his weapon in the future.

CheShima crossed his arms and leaned back with his eyes closed. Sitting next to him was a blond young man in black sportswear. The young man looked around at everyone in the bus. In the end, he decided to place his hope on the person sitting next to him.

After he got off the bus, CheShima waited for the test to start. Then, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

He turned around and saw the blond young man give him a friendly smile. "Hello."

"Hello." CheShima blinked. "I remember you're the one sitting next to me …"

"Just call me Mono." Mono flashed him a friendly smile.

CheShima nodded. "Then, you can call me CheShima!"

Seeing how unprepared he was, the smile on Hikari's face deepened. "We've already called each other by name. Che-shima, tell me what your personality is."

"Is it about the Tachi?" He looked at the Tachi on CheShima's back.

If it was really about the Tachi's personality … then it should be enough for the test.

Just as he was about to copy it, CheShima replied, "No."

The smile on Mono's face froze. "No?

That's a shame. "

"Hey!

The test has already started a minute ago. Why aren't you guys going in?

Are you waiting for me to say 'Start the test'?! "Brexent Mack shouted." Everybody!

Go go go! "

"What?!" The candidates were shocked. They all ran towards the entrance.

CheShima followed suit. Mono quickly followed. He touched CheShima's arm and gritted his teeth. "What's your personality?"

The test had already started. Forget it, I'll copy it first!

"Hardening."

Cut Island waved at him and sped up, quickly disappearing from Object Room's sight. "I'll be leaving first, bye bye ~"

Mono: "…"

He looked down at his palm, which had hardened to the point that it didn't look human anymore. He fell silent.

What was the use of this tanky personality in a situation where they needed to attack to earn points?

He had spent so much time trying to get information out of this idiot. Why did he have to carry a Tachi?

It was a distraction!

"Achoo!" CheShima sneezed. He rubbed his nose. Was he going to catch a cold?

"Target found." The imaginary enemy's eyes flashed red. He raised his fist and rushed towards CheShima.

"I won't lose if we compete with fists!"

CheShima clenched his right fist and rushed towards the imaginary enemy. As he got closer, he raised his fist and punched the imaginary enemy's fist.

Bang!

The two fists collided, and a strong gust of wind burst out from the red-haired boy's fist, blowing his hair and clothes. The imaginary enemy began to fall apart from the fist, and in the blink of an eye, it spread to the whole body, and finally turned into parts of different sizes that fell to the ground with clanking sounds.

With one imaginary enemy taken care of, CheShima didn't stay for long. He quickly ran towards the front to find other imaginary enemies.

After that, it became very simple and violent. Whenever he saw an imaginary enemy, he would rush over and throw a punch. One punch, one imaginary enemy. His points kept increasing. Even in the second half of the match, he did not seem tired at all. He was still earning points with one punch, one imaginary enemy.

Such a simple and crude method made the teachers who were watching the video very happy.

"This batch of students is very talented." One of the teachers sighed.

"That's right. That personality is very explosive. But I admire the red-haired boy more. His personality is only hardened, but he can use pure strength to achieve this. His body's strength has been developed very well."

One of the teachers suddenly said, "If he can use his fists, why is he carrying a sword?"

This question stumped the other teachers. They didn't know how to answer, so they continued to stare at the screen.

"It's about time. It's time for that thing to appear." The man pressed the red button.

Following the press of the button, all the drill grounds shook violently. A gigantic creature drilled out from the ground. Its body was even taller than the buildings. It looked at the students with an oppressive aura and wantonly destroyed everything.

"What is that thing …"

"Is that the imaginary enemy with 0 points? This is too scary … Let's run!"

Everyone scattered. CheShima raised his head to look at the giant object. He sighed. "It's so big …"

This thing is taller than the building!

"Hiss …" Someone sucked in a sharp breath.

He smashed the flying rock into smithereens with his palm. His ears twitched, and he looked towards the source of the sound. He saw that the young man named Moro was unlucky enough to have his leg crushed by a rock.

"Mojo!" CheShima ran to Mojo and moved the rock away. "Can you walk?"

Mojo looked at the red-haired boy's worried expression. He said with annoyance, "No!"

"Then there's nothing we can do." CheShima reached out and picked him up. He ran towards a safe place.

Mo Jian, who was being carried like a princess: "…???"

"Wait, I can walk. Put me down!" The embarrassed Mojo yelled.

"Huh?

Didn't you say you can't walk? "

CheShima looked at him blankly. Then he seemed to understand something and nodded seriously. "Are you worried that I don't have enough stamina?

Don't worry, I have great stamina. I can carry ten of you and run! "

"… Who's talking about that!"

At this time, Mo Jian finally realized that this person was a real idiot. He couldn't take it anymore. He gritted his teeth and said, "I say … your personality is too useless, isn't it?

I thought you would have a strong personality with a sword on your back but you have such a useless personality. You ruined my exam! "

"…"

CheShima suddenly stopped running.

"My personality is a copy. I wanted to copy someone with a stronger personality to finish the exam but I was unlucky enough to meet someone like you …" Mojo wanted to say something but CheShima interrupted him.

"There is no such thing as a useless personality. There are only people who don't know how to use it." He looked at Mojo. "I will prove it to you."

Looking at his serious expression, Itsuka was stunned for a moment.

Bang! Bang!

The ground shook. The imaginary enemy with 0 points was approaching them. Mojo snapped out of it and said, "Hey, stop spacing out. The big guy is coming!"

CheShima turned around and ran towards the imaginary enemy. Mojo's face turned green.

"You idiot, where are you running to?!"

The imaginary enemy stretched out a huge fist and punched towards them. Cut Island jumped to the side, narrowly missing the huge fist.

With a loud bang, smoke and dust rose from the place where the fist struck. The ground was also cracked like a spider web. Everyone was so scared that they didn't dare to make a sound.

CheShima jumped onto the giant fist and ran up it. When he was about the same height, he jumped to the roof of the building closest to them. He then bent down and put Mojo down.

"What are you doing?"

The imaginary enemy turned around and looked at them. CheShima said, "To prove to you that my personality is not useless. It is not useless."

"What …?"

"Target locked." The imaginary enemy raised his huge fist again and smashed towards them.

Cechima took a few steps forward. He was not afraid of the incoming fist. He activated his personality and hardened his right arm. He raised his hand like a knife and ran forward quickly. His arm was like a sharp blade that cut through the fist like tofu.

When he reached the edge of the building, he jumped up and raised his hardened right arm to chop at the imaginary enemy.

CheShima's entire arm was chopped down like a knife. He fell all the way down until he landed on the ground with a bang.

The imaginary enemy was left with a deep mark, and even the landing point under his feet had a shoe sized mark.

CheShima took a few steps forward and used both hands to grab the mark he left behind. He pulled with all his might. The imaginary enemy was easily split in half and fell to the ground.

Mojo climbed to the edge of the building and looked down at CheShima. CheShima looked up at him from below and smiled, "Look, my personality is not useless at all."

Mojo looked at him in shock. He was speechless.

For a moment, the atmosphere was unbelievably quiet.

Mojo was not the only one. Even the students and the teachers who were watching the video were silent.

Their brain waves were in sync. Thinking about what the red-haired boy had done, they only had one thought in their mind: Tear the imaginary enemy apart with his bare hands.

What kind of sociopath was this?

"Time's up. The exam is over!"

Cut Island unbuckled his belt, removed the red jacket, and tossed it to the ground. His right arm was completely gone, so he could not keep the jacket anymore. He buckled his belt and ran all the way from the bottom of the building to the roof. He hugged the storage compartment and jumped down.

CheShima carried him down from the rooftop and had his leg treated by the healer. He sat back in the car. Mojo was unbelievably quiet.

Other than him, everyone else in the car was unbelievably quiet. CheShima scratched his head in confusion, "Why do I feel like … it's so quiet?"

Mojo nodded solemnly, "Yes, quiet."

Everyone else: "Yes, quiet."

Mojang was thinking about what else he had said to offend this person other than disdaining his personality. After thinking for a long time, he came to the conclusion that he only disliked his personality and didn't say anything else. Thinking of this, he let out a sigh of relief.

Good, good, good. He did not say anything that would offend Mojo.

The journey was silent. Many people were so tired that they fell asleep in the car. Mojo was the same.

Soon, the car arrived at Majestic Academy. CheShima woke Mojo up. Everyone got out of the car and returned to the changing room. They changed into the same clothes and left the school.

At the school gate, CheShima and Ashio met up.

CheShima: "How was the exam?"

Ashio showed a bald expression, "It was … so-so?

What about you? "

"I was fighting the imaginary enemy the whole time."

"Isn't that good?"

The two walked away, laughing and chatting.

"Hey, CheShima." Mojo called out to CheShima.

CheShima turned around, "Yes?"

"I'm only going to say this once. Listen carefully."

Mojo took a deep breath. When he saw the serious and expectant look on Mojo's face, he forced himself to change his words, "Hahaha, useless personality?

Hey hey hey, did I say that? "

The two: "…"

"Aiya, how strange. Just who was it that said that?" Thing Jian left with a strange smile on his face, laughing as he walked away.

CheShima and Ashio looked at each other. After a few seconds of silence, they said in unison, "… Where did that idiot come from?"

They pretended not to see it.

A few days later, CheShima was about to go out for training after breakfast when he took out a letter from his mailbox. The envelope was the same as the one that was sent to him during the written exam. He quickly saw his acceptance letter.

CheShima quickly went home and held the letter in his hand, "Dad, mom!

Look, it's Majestic Academy's acceptance letter! "

"Huh?

Let me see … "CheShima's mother walked over and quickly read the letter. She then rubbed her son's head with joy," Rui, you're amazing!

You got first place!

Quick, give your mom a hug! "

She then opened her arms. She looked at CheShima and nodded, "Okay!"

He then opened his arms and hugged his mother's waist and spun her around.

"What?

Riitaro-san, you got first place? "

Chieshima's father, who was eating breakfast, hurriedly put down his chopsticks and ran over. After grabbing the notice from Chieshima's mother, he quickly skimmed through it and revealed a joyful expression. "Dad knew that Ritaro would pass!"

"Riitaro-san, not Riitaro-san!" CheShima stopped spinning and corrected his father.

CheShima's father opened his arms, "Hahaha, what's the matter?

Dad wants a hug too! "

"No problem!"

CheShima put down his mother and hugged his father's waist. He then lifted him up and spun him around like a pancake.

CheShima's father stretched his body and enjoyed it happily. Suddenly, there was a "duang" sound. He seemed to have kicked something.

CheShima stopped spinning and the father and son looked at the source of the sound. CheShima's mother was holding her forehead and looking at them with a kind smile, "You guys are having fun."

"Ah, the school asked us to send the blueprint of the combat suit. I'll go draw it. Bye bye." CheShima put the man down and went upstairs, abandoning his father without hesitation.

CheShima's father turned around and held out his hand, "Riitaro-san, wait!"

This was the only time he would call him by his name!

CheShima ignored him and went upstairs faster. Soon, he disappeared from his father's sight.

CheShima's mother counted with her fingers. "Domestic Violence Scene" was showing.

However … he had no idea how to make a combat suit. After all, he only knew how to draw matchstick figures.

CheShima took out a piece of white paper and wrote on it in large letters, "I don't know how to draw. You guys can do whatever you want!"

Thinking of his own katana, he reluctantly found a blank space and added a small line of words: I want two tachi of incredible quality and two sturdy belts that can be hung on my back.

CheShima found an envelope and sealed it with the blueprint and the paper with his personal information. He went downstairs and was about to mail the letter when he saw the scene of domestic violence.

He couldn't bear to look at it and turned away, "Terrible, too terrible."

CheShima's father saw his son coming downstairs and reached out his hand, "Riitaro-san …"

"Who are you? I don't know you." CheShima ignored his father's call for help again and changed his shoes, leaving behind a heartless figure.

CheShima's father clutched his chest in pain, "My son's betrayal hurts my heart."

"I can't live like this anymore!"

CheShima felt that he had been too angry recently. Otherwise, why would he run into criminals when he went out to mail a letter?

Moreover, they took him as a hostage when he was passing by.

He bought a bottle of iced Coke from the vending machine. Before he could warm it up, he felt a strong force around his waist and pulled him in a certain direction. However, he would never lose in a contest of strength, so he stood firm and didn't move.

"You damn policemen, get out of my way!

Otherwise, I'll … erm … erm … "The criminal grabbed the rope and tried to pull the red-haired boy over, but he found that he couldn't move him at all. For a moment, he looked a little embarrassed.

CheShima thought for a moment and said, "Since you're working so hard, why don't I pretend to be caught by you?"

The criminal was angry when he heard this. "Are you pitying me?

Damn it!

Why would a kid like you pity me?! "

Then, as if he didn't want to be looked down upon, he pulled CheShima even harder towards him.

CheShima couldn't bear to watch this. He grabbed the rope and pulled the man towards him. Then, he stepped on him and untied his own rope to tie the man up.

When he saw the police approaching, CheShima raised his hands subconsciously, "I didn't do anything. He ran into me himself!"

The police officer was the old man who had invited CheShima to the police station for tea. He was speechless when he saw this. "… Fine, just leave."

"I really don't know what kind of system you have. You run into criminals everywhere you go," he muttered.

CheShima was speechless.

After finishing his coke, CheShima slowly ran back home. On the way, he helped the kid who had hung a balloon on a tree.

During the holidays before high school, CheShima had a lot of free time. Every day, he would go out to exercise, help people he met, and go out to play at Ashio's invitation. Time flew by. Soon, it was April, the first day of school.

After breakfast, CheShima went to the entrance, changed his shoes, and opened the door. "I'm going out!"

"Have a safe trip!"

CheShima and Ashio met at the bus station and greeted each other. Ashio looked at CheShima up and down and rubbed his chin. "You're quite spirited!"

"You too. It fits you very well," CheShima praised without hesitation.

"Hey …" Ashio scratched his cheek. It was rare for him to be embarrassed. "Of course!"

The two arrived at the school together. They wanted to find a place to sit, but unfortunately, the school seemed to have already arranged their seats. As soon as they entered, they saw the seating chart on the wall. They had no choice but to sit in their own seats.

Fortunately, their seats were very close to each other. It was very convenient for them to chat.

The students entered the classroom one after another. They glanced at the seating chart and sat in their seats. A boy with blond hair with black lightning bolts in his hair walked over and sat in front of CheShima.

"Good morning," CheShima greeted him.

"Me?"

The blond boy turned around and pointed at himself. When he saw CheShima nodding, he said energetically, "Good morning to you too!"

"I'm Kamui Dene. Nice to meet you!"

CheShima smiled and reached out his hand. "I'm CheShima Rai'er. Nice to meet you in the future!"

"… Oh."

Kamui Dene felt that something was wrong. He couldn't figure out what was wrong. He reached out and shook the boy's hand that was about the same size as his own.

At this time, a grumpy voice came from the door. "CheShima Rai'er, who is this trash!?"

Kamui Dene was shocked. "Revenge!?"

Ashio leaned forward and opened his arms. "Don't be afraid, CheShima!

I'll cover you!

Escape from the back door! "

"Over there?"

Kamui Dene's voice immediately attracted the attention of the grumpy boy. He walked over to the three of them. He paced back and forth between gold and red. He remembered the seating chart on the wall and looked at CheShima. "You're number one?"

"Huh?" CheShima scratched his head in confusion. "If we're talking about actual combat, then I'm number one."

"Very good."

The boy with beige hair and red eyes extended his hand. He clenched his fist and said, "Come out, let's fight."

Kamui Dene covered his head with his hands. "So you're here for revenge!?"

"I'll fight with you anytime, but …" Kamui Dene's eyes were filled with 'Fight if you can' and 'What do you mean by that?

If you have something to say, just say it! '. CheShima grinned. "Are you a moving emoji?

You've changed so many expressions in such a short time! Hahaha! "

"…"

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Gulp.

The freckled youth subconsciously swallowed his saliva. Wasn't the air a little … stagnant?

"You've got guts …" Sparks flew out from the palms of the beige haired guy. Just when everyone thought that they were going to fight, the sparks in the hands of the beige haired guy went out. He couldn't light them up no matter what. "What's going on?"

"You guys, don't fight in the classroom."

Everyone looked over and saw a man with red eyes and stubbled hair standing at the door. "Bao Hao, and all of you, go back to your seats."

"Tsk." Bao Hao went back to his seat with a sour expression. He didn't forget to glare at CheShima before he left.

CheShima felt very innocent. Why is he glaring at me???

The man who removed his ability stood at the podium and said with a dispirited expression, "I'm Aizawa Uta, your class teacher. Nice to meet you."

"I'll cut to the chase. I've wasted too much time. Now, change into your gym clothes and follow me to the field."

Everyone: "Yes!"

In the changing room, when CheShima took off his clothes and picked up his gym clothes, Shang Ming said in disbelief, "You really can't judge a book by its cover … I thought you didn't have any muscles."

CheShima turned to look at him. "Eight pack abs. Do you want to touch them?

They're very firm! "

"No, no!"

Shang Ming shook his head crazily and supported his forehead with his hand. "How did you say that so naturally?"

CheShima tilted his head in confusion. "Huh?"

Shang Ming covered his face with one hand. "It's nothing. Hurry up and get dressed."

"Oh."

On the field, Aizawa Uta put his hands in his pockets. "You're going to do a personality control test for this class."

"Wait, isn't the first day of school supposed to be a school tour or a school opening ceremony?!"

"That's right!"

"If you want to be a hero, you can't waste your time on that kind of thing."

Aizawa Uta took out his phone and pointed the screen at them. On it was a list of the eight physical fitness tests in middle school. "You guys did the physical fitness test in middle school, right?"

"But that's the data obtained without using your personality. The accuracy rate is very low. So, in this class, I want you to do the physical fitness test with your personality. The data obtained is what I want."

Except for a few people who understood, the others nodded. "Oh …"

"First, softball." Aizawa Uta looked at CheShima. "You were first in the practical test, right?

How many meters could you throw in middle school? "

CheShima: "0 meters."

Aizawa Uta: "…"

Everyone: "…"

"… Are you kidding me?" Aizawa Uta squeezed out a few words after a few seconds.

"Sensei, he's telling the truth!"

Ashio Sana raised his right hand high. After all, this matter was still very famous in their grade. "Because the results without personality look the same as using personality, it's not easy to judge, so the school exempted him from the test."

Bao Hao clicked his tongue. "How troublesome."

In this regard, Aizawa Uta could only say, "Hurry up and throw the ball."

CheShima trotted over. "Okay!"

Holding the ball in his right hand, CheShima slowly raised his right hand and raised his left foot in a throwing posture. Then, he threw the ball forward.

The ball broke through the air and disappeared in an instant. A strong wind blew. After a while, Aizawa Uta received the exact data from his phone.

"1314 meters … What kind of strange number is this?

Forget it. "

He pointed the screen at everyone and looked at CheShima. "Without using his personality, he achieved this with pure physical strength. No wonder the school exempted you from the test in middle school."

This was a monstrous existence.

Everyone was silent. Even Bao Hao was silent.

Without using his personality, he could achieve this with pure physical strength. How terrifying was his strength?

"Next, Bao Hao."

CheShima returned to the team and received a fighting gaze from Bao Hao. Then, under everyone's gaze, he threw 705.2 meters.

Since there was a precedent of someone throwing 1314 meters without using any personality, this kind of result made everyone calm down.

"Oh, I suddenly got used to it."

"Yes."

"Oh, right."

As if remembering something, Aizawa Uta suddenly said, "The last one will be expelled."

Everyone: "..."

Was he the devil?

Everyone's throwing went smoothly, except for Green Valley's. At first, he had lost his individuality, and after being lectured by Sensei Aizawa, he had to sacrifice a finger to throw 705.3 meters.

At this time, Bao Hao rushed towards Green Valley from the crowd. "Stinky Jiu!

Didn't you say you had no personality?

Are you messing with me?! "

A foot stretched out under his foot. Bao Hao was not paying attention and tripped over it.

"Where did your foot come from?!"

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, a hand reached over. CheShima pulled him into his arms and sighed in relief. "That was close. I almost fell."

"Pay attention to your feet."

Bao Hao: "..."

The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.

Everyone looked at Bao Hao's expression. Ah, Bao Hao looks like he's about to explode.

Bao Hao had no choice but to push CheShima away and return to the group. CheShima, who had easily resolved the conflict, crossed his arms behind his head and returned to the group.

The test continued, and in the following items, everyone was crushed by a guy called Cherishima Rai 'er in terms of speed and strength. However, with pressure came motivation. They unconsciously used all their strength to do a good job in each item, and some even exceeded their standards.

When it was time for sit-ups, Green Valley took the initiative to be in the same group as CheShima. Taking this opportunity, he whispered, "Just now... thank you for helping me."

"It's fine." CheShima changed the topic. "Do you know each other?"

"Yes, we are CheShima Ran."

CheShima's eyes lit up. "CheShima Ran?

That's awesome! "

"Haha..." Green Valley laughed dryly. At first, they were having a good time, but later... things got worse.

CheShima sensed that Green Valley was not in a good mood. He changed the topic. "Does your finger still hurt?"

"It's fine."

"Hmm..." CheShima nodded. After finishing the sit-ups, he picked up Green Valley's hand and blew on the broken part of the finger.

The owner of the hand froze. "CheShima Kun?"

"To help you relieve the pain!" CheShima smiled widely. "How is it? Much better?"

"Huh?

Yes! "

"That's good. I knew it would be useful!" CheShima nodded proudly. He stood up. "It's your turn. Let's switch places."