(I want to be a hero like my older brother.)

"If the reality is what it is now."

(I want to be a hero like my older brother.)

"The one who is wrong is the 'hero' himself."

— — He kept repeating the obsession in his heart. Finally, one day, the boy and the man met.

…

…

…

[Worrying Messenger: How are you today?]

[Senzaki Setsuna: … I'm already dead.]

[Worrying Messenger: …?]

[Worrying Messenger: Was the proposal rejected?]

[Senzaki Setsuna: … It was approved.]

[Senzaki Setsuna: But I'm still going to die TT _ TT]

[Senzaki Setsuna: On this day next year, please bring the limited perimeter of the cat café to plant flowers and weed at my grave TT _ TT]

Worrying Messenger couldn't help but smile. He could almost imagine the restrained and wronged expression of the person on the other side of the phone as she complained. It was very familiar.

[Worrying Messenger: What's wrong?]

There was a long silence.

After a long silence, a line of small words slowly appeared from the bottom of the screen.

[Senzaki Setsuna: … Worrying Messenger.]

The moment he saw this line of words, Worrying Messenger almost dropped his phone. He took two deep breaths and told himself that there must be a reason behind this. Setsuna wasn't the kind of person who would use names to tease him. He forced himself to be calm and slowly typed a line of words.

[Worrying Messenger:?]

However, the concealment effect seemed to be zero.

[Senzaki Setsuna: It's really strange!

Could it be that I'm too sensitive?]

[Senzaki Setsuna: What kind of crazy person would think that it's normal to be called by someone's name?]

Worrying Messenger could feel the girl's breakdown through the screen. Worrying Messenger pondered for a moment. The only information he could get from her words was that "someone was called by someone's name." However, the relationship between the two parties and the person she was addressing was very vague, so he confirmed it.

[Worrying Messenger: You were called by someone's name?]

Hearing this, the girl seemed to be breaking down even more. She typed back and forth in the dialog box for a long time before two lines of ghostly words appeared from the bottom.

[Senzaki Setsuna: … Classmate of the same firm. Hero name is his name.]

[Senzaki Setsuna: When I was an apprentice, my senior forced me to call him by his name.....]

"…"

Worrying Messenger's finger on the screen moved, for a moment, he didn't know how to reply.

It was very normal for heroes to call each other by their names. In fact, this was the true meaning of the hero's name. However, this could not completely cover up the discomfort he felt at that moment. Furthermore, for him personally, he was also somewhat unhappy.

Professional experience, hero firm, senior, hero name.

She and those who openly stood shoulder to shoulder with her went forward with indomitable will.

[Senzaki Setsuns] [Xin Cao Kun Kun......

Worrying Messenger Messenger Setsunis to Do not reply Messenger _ _ _ _ _ T _ _ _ Li Ming _

Worrying Messenger glanced at the sentence he had typed, hesitated for a moment, and sent it.

[Worrying Messenger: What's your hero name?]

Setsuna was caught off guard by the sudden change in topic, but he still obediently replied.

[Senzaki Setsuna: Did you forget to tell Xin Cao Kun?

It's Teleporter …]

Worrying Messenger pursed his lips.

[Worrying Messenger: Do your best, Space Hero.

Miss Teleporter.]

"…"

It seemed to be an ordinary sentence, but if everything went well, in the next three years, perhaps more people would call him this way.

However, there was a strange warmth that was inadvertently generated. It passed through the slightly hot phone, followed the lines in his palm, and directly transmitted to a certain part of his heart.

Setsuna buried his face in the pillow, and after a while, he looked up at the screen again.

[Senzaki Setsuna] [… Mhmm!]

A simple onomatopoeic word vividly outlined the person's smiling face. Worrying Messenger stared at it for a while, exited the chat box, and turned to the other side.

[Kota Aizawa] [After school tomorrow afternoon, Training Ground B, Underground Zone 2.]

The soft mood just now had completely disappeared. He turned to the phone's calendar interface, filled in the note, and then turned back.

[Worrying Messenger: I got it.]

[Worrying Messenger: Starting tomorrow, please take care of me, Teacher Aizawa.]

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…

Worrying Messenger's words of encouragement really worked, Setsuna woke up the next day feeling refreshed, and even the problem of how to address her for the rest of the day did not make her feel gloomy.

She seized the half hour before the morning meeting to eat breakfast in the corridor of the staff dormitory with bread in her hand, while scrolling through the news she had missed in the class group. Most of them were scenes that could be seen during the professional experience, unexpected encounters when she was not prepared, and patrolling for half a day in full armor without encountering a villain. Aoyama elegantly expressed that she was pampered by the seniors of the firm (Damn it!!!

By Shangming Electric). Eight Million was still struggling in the middle of the whirlpool of advertising models and street autograph sessions, and forced herself to convince herself that the professional hero she chose was not a waste of time (Ahahaha.

By Hyōka Erlang). Frogs Blow Plum Rain briefly mentioned a derailment during yesterday's pursuit, and promised to tell everyone the details after returning to work.

Halfway through, the door next door opened, and Bombardment Scorch came out. Seeing her in the corridor, he nodded slightly, "Good morning."

"Good morning."

Setsuna swallowed the bread in her mouth and waved her phone at him, "Mei Yu said that there was a very tricky pursuit yesterday. Did you see it?"

In fact, she had secretly wondered why Bombardment chose to stay in the dormitory instead of staying at home. Although she could see from Bombardment's attitude towards Andwar that the father and son were not a model of love, but at home … there should be more than just the father and son. Bombardment himself said that he had many siblings, but he still chose to stay outside.

(Their family situation is more complicated than expected.)

While eating bread, she peeked at the boy who was looking down at the records from the corner of her eye. His red and white hair, which had just woken up, was still a little fluffy and messy. Under the sun, it looked fluffy and particularly docile.

(The more I know about him, the more I feel that he is not a difficult person to get along with.

What on earth happened to make …)

"Frogs Blow, no, it should be said that everyone is doing what they should do."

The boy's voice interrupted her contemplation. Bombardment finally finished reading. He looked away from the phone screen and saw her thoughtful face, "What's wrong?"

His peeping was discovered by the person in question. Cha Na smiled sheepishly and said, "Nothing, I was just a little dazed."

"…?"

Obviously, he didn't believe it, but he couldn't find a more reasonable explanation, "Yes, but the morning meeting is coming soon. Don't let Miss Choco catch you again."

Bombardment looked around her face and made sure that he couldn't read anything more. Finally, he reluctantly gave up and planned to turn around to wash up. Then he seemed to think of something and turned back half of his face, with a slight smile in his gray eyes, "— — Teleporter."

"…"

Why didn't she realize that this natural boy would take the initiative to talk to her out of dissatisfaction? Setsuna responded to his provocation with a bitter smile.

"You don't need to remind me, Jiao Dongjun."

In the next half a week, the daily routine started with a conversation like this, and gradually became familiar.

Although the boss was still elusive after a wave of publicity, there were always endless seniors who could teach the newcomers in a big firm. Setsuna fully displayed the surface image of a "well-behaved middle school girl" and followed the steps of the industry seniors. She appeared in various places where she could learn something with her notebook. People who were eager to learn always had a better sense of achievement when teaching. The initial storm of the morning meeting was quickly smoothed over. Choco saw that and said that being young was an advantage. She mourned her youth that was gone forever, and she didn't give up trying to continue to book Setsuna's job after graduation in advance. The reason was that there were too few women in the firm who could resist Andwar.

"Well … I think as long as it's in the hero industry, the ratio of men to women can't be equal …" One day after work, Setsuna helplessly sighed when they talked about this topic again at dinner time, "Let's not talk about employment. The ratio of men to women in our class is very extreme, probably … uh …"

"About 2: 1."

While she was reminiscing, Hong, who came over with a bowl of noodles, added.

"Well, that's about the ratio." There was no need to be precise about this kind of thing to a few decimal places. Setsuna looked at him gratefully and was speechless when she saw what he was holding. "… Speaking of which, Jiao Dongjun really doesn't get tired of eating …" The first time she talked to him face to face, she seemed to have eaten the same thing.

"Because it's delicious." Hong didn't feel anything about it. He paused and looked up, "Do you want to try it?"

Setsuna wasn't that curious. She shook her head, "That's not necessary."

She was halfway through shaking her head when she met Choco's smiling eyes. She suddenly felt a chill all over her body. After getting along with this senior for the past few days, she knew that when he smiled, nothing good would come out of it. "Miss Choco …?"

Choco noticed the junior's vigilant eyes and waved his hand cheerfully.

"I'm not thinking of anything bad, okay?

Really, I'm just thinking that your relationship has become better. Young people really need to talk about boring topics. "

As she spoke, she grabbed the shoulders of the two high school students with one hand each and wantonly pulled up the hair of the juniors. "When you first arrived here, you didn't talk about anything other than missions every day. Isn't Xiongying's school ethos about freedom above all? Where did you guys come from?"

"Teleporter, Jiao Jue."

The sudden adult male voice stopped the image-destroying meeting. Setsuna seized the opportunity to save her hair from Choco's hands. She looked up at the man in a black suit who suddenly appeared. If she remembered correctly, he was one of the few people who followed Andwar all year round, "Yes, what's the matter?"

The man's face was stiff. He was probably the kind of subordinate that Andwar liked the most. At this moment, he turned a blind eye to the farce in front of him and continued his task with no expression on his face.

"A call for help from Baosu City. Mr. Andwar wants you two to get ready and go with him later."

— Strange.

Hong and Setsuna, who were trying to save their hair from the senior, paused. They looked at each other and stood up from the table.