Since Sunny Day herself had said so, even if Midaya had a copy of 108 Ways to Defeat Takeshi, he probably wouldn't be able to give it away.

After a round of cheering, Midaya and Setsuna returned to the spectator stands through the contestants' tunnel. They didn't encounter anyone on the way back, but as soon as they stepped into Class A, they were horrified to find themselves surrounded.

The students, led by Hyōka Erlang, warmly expressed their condolences to a certain girl who had won the first round by using her mouth and self-harm. After a while, they quieted down and sat back down, ready to watch the competition.

Even though they were watching the competition.

"Misako versus Tyrant …"

As she muttered, Setsuna lowered her head and browsed through the news she had missed on her phone.

Obviously, the annual Sunyoung Sports Festival was broadcasted on TV, so it wasn't only watched by a few people. All the major hero forums had already exploded, and the third-grade competition zone was the most heated. At a rough count, there were more than a dozen technical analysis buildings.

Setsuna casually browsed through the posts. They were nothing more than fans cheering for the contestants they supported. Just by listening to the fans' descriptions, they couldn't wait to tear apart Ormet in the future. There weren't many truly valuable analysis posts, so she took a few glances and exited.

When she clicked on the first years' competition zone, the posts were much quieter. However, without the fans stirring up trouble, there were still a few good reviews of the battle situation. She and Xin Xin's match was included, but most of the reviews were about the "mysterious battle situation."

(… From a bystander's point of view, it's indeed very enigmatic.)

She couldn't help but laugh. After imagining Xinxin's expression, she was even more amused. With great difficulty, she suppressed her laughter and continued to scroll down. During the round of 16 to 8, most of the contestants and personalities had yet to become familiar with the audience. Other than the three contestants who had left a deep impression in the first obstacle course and received overwhelming votes, the rest of the inferences were between two possibilities.

(But that's to say.)

"Basically, they're all betting on Sunny Day to lose."

Midaya looked at her phone screen and smiled bitterly. "Xiaosheng's personality is really strong, so there's nothing we can do."

Setsuna shrugged, put down her phone, and opened the portable food Sunny Day had left for her. "Personally, from a practical point of view, Misako's strong versatility can be used in more areas.

If it's Tyrant, even if we catch the villain, it's very likely that we'll find the same level of destruction as the enemy. "

"Ahaha."

He couldn't help but sneak a peek at the girl beside him who was seriously gnawing on portable food to replenish her energy. It wasn't that he didn't believe in her judgment. On the contrary, Qian Qi Cha's comprehensive and accurate analytical ability was obvious to all in the class during the Actual Combat Class. However, it should be said that for better or worse, as a classmate of three years in middle school, or as a friend, the intuition brought about by their relationship. He always felt that Cha Na, who was accustomed to leaving some leeway in her speech, would only become the slightest bit merciless when it came to matters related to exploding rich people.

"Chisaki, could it be …"

"The game has begun."

Seemingly inadvertently interrupting him, Setsuna looked at the big screen on the field that lit up again. Teacher Mike's extremely unique voice once again resounded throughout the field.

“Ladies

And

Gentlemen！！！

Welcome to the last game of the Top 16. First year Hero Class A Takeshi, who took third place in the steeplechase competition!

Against the Weightless Girl, Sunny Day, Misako, who also came from the first year Group A!! "

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Of course, Setsuna knew what Midaya wanted to ask. She just didn't want to answer, or rather, she herself didn't have a clear answer.

To be honest, in an era where interpersonal relationships changed rapidly, it was difficult to fall in love with someone seriously. It was also not easy to hate someone intensely, especially in a situation where there was no resentment in the past and no hatred in the near future. It was even more subtle.

"Instinct …?"

She whispered and sucked the energy jelly in her hand dry. It tasted good. No wonder Teacher Aizawa carried it with him every day.

When she threw the bag of jelly into the trash can, sparse applause came from the stadium. She raised her eyes and glanced at Green Valley, who had turned the corner from the stands. Green Valley's expression was unclear, and he gently shook his head at her.

(Well, it was predictable.)

When she saw through Sunny Day's plan, she had already guessed the result. The accumulated debris in the air couldn't kill the destructive Takeshi, but it would only drag down Sunny Day's own weight limit.

If he wanted Cha Na to show him the way out, instead of dodging, it would be better to find the right time, use the smoke as cover, and risk getting half of his body blown to smithereens. After that, he would directly throw the Blaster into outer space. This was not a difficult task for the Liri which had a maximum weight of about three tons.

But after all, this was [Sunny Day, Misako]'s game. She could only say that she didn't understand the mood. In the end, Setsuna swallowed her judgment and said, "In this case, it's me against Bao Hao in the Top 8. It's a bit difficult …"

"… Chisaki."

As if he was helpless with her words, Midaya called her name again.

Setsuna blinked and waited for two seconds. After confirming that he had nothing else to say, she slowly looked away and said, "It's true. He's very mobile and his attack range is not small. Bao Hao is a troublesome opponent for me in many ways —"

"But the most troublesome thing is not that kind of thing, right?"

Very naturally, Midaya helped her finish the second half of the sentence.

The green-haired boy stared at her. His pair of green eyes were like the best jade, shining under the sun.

The wind blew silently.

Suddenly, Cha Na felt like laughing. In some ways, Green Valley Chukyu was exactly the same as her, or even better. If he had decided on something, he would definitely stick to it until the end. A hero once said that meddling in other people's business was one of the necessary qualities of a hero. Considering the current situation, she did not know whether to say that the senior was far-sighted or that he did not know whether to laugh or cry at her choice.

She exhaled and raised her head. It was already past noon, and the sun was slanting. The tall outer wall of the grandstand propped up a small, quiet shadow in this corner. It could barely be considered a place to talk.

"Midaya Kun."

So she said.

"What kind of person is Bao Hao to you?"

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Behind the stands, when the harmonious and friendly telepathic communication was going on, Takeshi was gritting his teeth at the entrance of the player's lounge in a very unfriendly mood.

It was common knowledge that most people would use this place to store their personal belongings before the game and wouldn't use it for the rest of the time. Sunyoung, based on the principle of practicality, had always chosen to save as much as possible. This led to him having to stand stiffly at the entrance after the game and listen to the sobbing inside as punishment. He couldn't go in. Even if he was irritable, he knew that this wasn't something that could be solved by blowing it up. Of course, not going in was even more out of the question. His old man's phone was still inside.

After waiting for Sunny Day to come out, he finally appeared from the corner. He opened the door and entered the lounge. There seemed to be some kind of venting breath left in the air. He frowned and opened the door a little wider. It was too stuffy. He needed to take a breath.

He looked around and found his phone. When he turned to go out, he looked back again. In the already empty lounge, the traces of the loser had long disappeared. Bao Hao felt a little better and stepped out of the godforsaken place.

When he returned to the stands, the environment didn't make him feel much better. There were all kinds of "so ruthless to a weak girl" looks. How was that girl weak?

Bao Hao sat back in his original position with his legs crossed. He felt that he should let this group of people go in front of that pretentious girl and see what a real trash was.

That trash with such a strong personality but a complete mess.

Bao Hao actually treated her as an opponent for a period of time. It was the shame of his life.

That kind of person who had strength but never knew what it was like to face it head-on. She always wanted to play sneaky tricks in the dark. After being hit, she only knew how to be dispirited. Wouldn't it be better if she just gave up and left? She just had to drag the problem and not solve it, as if she could muddle through this.

She always pretended that she was still hiding in the safe zone. If she didn't feel the pressure, she couldn't even look at him directly. She even opened a pair of gentle and harmless herbivorous eyes everywhere. Did she think that such a superficial illusion could deceive everyone? Did she think that everyone in the world had low IQ?

She was just pretending.

The battle that had been stopped halfway a few days ago was still in front of him. He frowned anxiously. The dull pain of the steel needle piercing into the flesh above his left arm seemed to come again. He could even recall the appearance of that pair of green eyes burning with anger so far. But it was much more pleasing to the eye than all the other times she looked at him. Obviously, it was just a little bit more.

Obviously, it was "that" inside.

(Obviously.)

"Hey, Bao Hao, are you listening?"

The noisy background noise behind him seemed to be dissatisfied with being ignored and forced its way into his thoughts. Bao Hao twisted his face and turned around. His eyes were full of impatience. "Huh???"

"Whoa, who pissed you off again?" Ascending Ringing was also surprised when she saw Bao Hao's face. She quickly returned to her usual unscrupulous self. "We're talking about the quarterfinals. Aren't you interested in Little Chisaki?

Although I don't think you'll notice if it's a girl or not … But don't make it as ugly as this time, okay?

After all, she's just injured … "

Her voice became fainter and fainter as Bao Hao's face suddenly changed. Ascending Ringing was surprised to see Bao Hao, who was on the verge of going berserk, slowly change his expression into a fierce … let's call it a smile for the time being. Subconsciously, Bao Hao shrank into the seat behind him.

"Isn't that good?"