The rest of the day was an ordinary lesson.

However, there was an accident.

Something happened that caused Minoru Mineda to fight one-sidedly?

Kōichi Murakami, he didn't dare to fight with him on the surface?

There weren't any big conflicts because he was usually the one being unreasonable. However, there was never a lack of small sarcasm in the dark.

And?

Kōichi Murakami faced it with an attitude of being in the wrong. There was nothing he could do about it. Who told him to ridicule other people's pain? However, there was never a lack of counterattacks.

In short, after a long and boring math class, what kind of problem did they have during this hard-earned break?

"Dehisa!" Minoru Mineda looked like he was about to cry as he looked for help.

Midaya Dehisa really didn't know how things turned out like this.

Minoru -kun would go looking for him for no reason?

Then use all kinds of reasonable and unreasonable reasons to provoke him?

What if?

If Murakami was really angry, he would come looking for him to put out the fire, so it was better not to provoke him from the beginning.

He once asked Minoru -kun this, and the answer he got was that this was between him and Murakami.

It was a battle between Murakami and Murakami.

Midaya Dehisa smiled and said that he wouldn't help Minoru the next time he was taught a lesson.

Then, Minoru trembled as he spat out the truth.

"Ever since that guy started his combat training, other than being energetic when he saw Dehisa and Sensei, his attitude towards his classmates, especially me, is that of looking down on people?

I'm not satisfied, and what's wrong with liking girls!

I'll make him recognize his mistakes and obediently bow down to me! "

Midaya Dehisa was a little surprised that Minoru was right?

Murakami observed: "Minoru -kun, this is your fault, but?

What does Murakami look like when he's not with me? Can you take a picture for me to see? "

Minoru Mineda took the opportunity to ask: "Will you help me if I take a picture?"

"At least it'll be more helpful than you doing nothing."

Minoru Mineda looked conflicted.

It was as if he had installed a sensor for you. As long as you appeared in his field of vision, he would come alive. When you were not around or the teachers were not around, he would be like a deflated balloon. He was too arrogant. Do you still remember?

Was it his expression the day he changed his hair color? "

Midaya Dehisa recalled the situation that day.

He came earlier that day, or should I say that day?

Murakami was the last one to arrive.

Teacher Aizawa had already prepared for the morning class when he arrived, and he was almost late for the teacher's demerit.

Mr. Aizawa said, "It's almost time for class. Prepare your textbooks." Just as the teacher finished speaking, there was the sound of the door being pulled open.

The person who came in was a student wearing a hat. White strands of hair could be faintly seen under the hat.

"You are?" Aizawa -sensei asked. "I don't remember you being in my class."

The man silently took off his hat.

Gray hair, gray pupils, and an expressionless face.

Some people screamed on the spot. "A corpse!!" They were specifically referring to Minoru Mineda.

Aizawa -sensei's hair floated up. "Quiet?

Murakami, did you dye your hair? Next time, don't report at this time. Go back to your seat. "

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Kōichi Murakami's voice was also cold and steady. "It's not dyed hair. This is my original hair color and eye color."

At that time?

When Murakami walked past him, did Midaya Dehisa see it?

Murakami's indifferent expression. There was nothing in his eyes.

When he saw the photo that Minoru had secretly taken, Midaya Dehisa had a feeling that it was as expected.

The boy in the photo had already noticed that he was being photographed. He leaned lazily on the chair, covering his face with one hand and making a shooing motion with the other.

The expression on his face was incomparably cold. Rather than cold, it was more accurate to say that he was expressionless. That pair of gray eyes looked lifeless.

Midaya Dehisa's mood was actually quite heavy. He held the photo and thought for a long time.

Murakami said.

“?

What kind of mentality does Murakami have when facing others? "

?

Murakami was stunned when he was asked such a question.

Midaya Dehisa observed.

Murakami's expression was the same as before. "Just starting to get in touch?

I thought you were a cold person, but in fact, after getting to know you, I know that you are a very warm and serious person. Although you have your own bad taste, you are always like this when I am in trouble.

Murakami is helping me, whether it is data about my personality, training with me, or giving me video recordings of combat training. "

"I am really happy to be friends with you.

But when I came to the group, I vaguely felt it. "Midaya Dehisa said with some difficulty."?

Murakami, aren't you relying on me too much?

I'm sorry to use such a word to describe you. I can probably feel it before.

Murakami is very warm to me, so warm that if you don't hold on to me tightly, you will immediately leave. "

"But now." Midaya Dehisa looked at the photo on the phone again. "I also asked the other students.

Murakami, although you are very easy to talk to, you feel that you are very polite and cold to everyone.

I am actually very scared. Maybe?

Murakami, you didn't notice the way you look at me. "

"Like seeing a life-saving straw … right?"

Kōichi Murakami covered his face. "I'm sorry, Dehisa.

I was in a bad state before. After that, you are the only person I am willing to take the initiative to contact. "

What does' after that 'mean?

Midaya Dehisa nodded and then shook his head. "You don't have to apologize to me.

Murakami, I can feel that in your heart, I am a bridge between you and the outside world. I am also very honored to be able to become a special existence like you. Then … "He reached out his hand again.

"Murakami, I don't know if I can do it well, but we have already made an agreement. So, are you willing to face this world with me?"

Midaya Dehisa maintained his posture of reaching out his hand. The scattered uneasiness, doubts, and worries in his eyes were all suppressed, leaving only soft determination.

Murakami has already taken the first step to get rid of his personality loss, but the long-term self-isolation has caused him to unconsciously inject all his emotions into me. There is no way for him to take the initiative to accept others, and he is even afraid to come into contact with people.

A person can't survive alone. I hope to be able to see more beautiful existences with you.

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Kōichi Murakami was stunned. "No, Dehisa."

A vague warning was engraved in his mind. Don't come into contact with others is also a long-standing rule. The damage caused by an uncontrolled situation is not as simple as you think.

Sometimes, he is in pain, wondering if coming into contact with you is the right choice. He wants to laugh together, but he is more afraid of the shadow behind the laughter.

"You can do it." Midaya Dehisa said solemnly. "Think back.

Murakami, from the time we met until now, how many things have you done that you have never done before? Are these bad things? "

You are the first friend I have made. This school is the future I am preparing to walk towards. I have completed my long-term goal of coming into contact with Ormet. Does this mean that there is no need for me to restrain the possibility? There is no need for me to restrain my emotions, thoughts, and the pain of loneliness?

What a tempting bargaining chip, huh?

Kōichi Murakami lowered his head for a long time and sighed helplessly. "I really lose to you, Dehisa."

He laughed, his eyes sharp and wantonly flying. He clasped his hand tightly. "Please, Midoriya."

Midaya Dehisa breathed a sigh of relief. He tilted his head shyly. "It's nothing.

Also?

Murakami, you look so handsome right now! "He also took out his phone to take a picture with bad intentions.

Dehisa was pulled forward by Minoru. He almost tripped because of his height. After the conversation?

Murakami began to harass the whole class to some extent. He himself said that he had followed Dehisa's teachings and personally communicated with others to understand them. He always felt that he had let everyone down.

"Hey!

Dehisa, it's not my fault this time!?

Murakami suddenly wanted to test the viscosity of my grapes! "Minoru Mineda cried.

"And then you gave it to him?"

"… Well, that's not the point. Anyway, he took my sticky grapes and stuck them to the ceiling of the classroom!"

Midaya Dehisa looked at him with his mouth agape.

Kōichi Murakami pressed the sticky grapes with his left hand, and the grapes were pressed to the ceiling by him. It was said that he wanted to test the weight of the grapes.

"Then have you thought about how to come down next?" Midaya Dehisa raised his head and asked Murakami on the ceiling.

Murakami, watch?

Murakami facepalmed and asked Minoru Mineda, "How long will it take for the viscosity to disappear?"

?

Kōichi Murakami tried to sit cross-legged on the ceiling with one hand, but to no avail.

He smiled, revealing his sharp teeth, and his face was flushed. He said in a daze, "It's okay. When it's time for class, I'll naturally find a way to come down."

Frog Blowing Mei Yu walked over, "Little?

Murakami doesn't look too good. "

Midaya Dehisa weakly raised the corner of his mouth, "?

Murakami probably played too much. He seems to be in high spirits, so he couldn't control his personality.

There might be some problems with the gravity test in Murakami's brain. "

Tenya Iida pushed up his glasses, "You've already experienced it, Dehisa -kun."

I don't want this kind of experience. He helplessly covered his face.

Midaya Dehisa looked at Murakami again.

Kōichi Murakami, "Before the viscosity disappears …"

His green pupils suddenly shrank, and he cried out, "What are you doing?!"

?

Kōichi Murakami swayed lightly in the air. This personality was attached to him by Chako Reishi when she saw him tired from pinching grapes. When he heard the bell, he tried to pull his hand, but it was to no avail. He frowned and pulled harder until his hand hurt. He seemed to have thought of something and pulled harder again.

?

Kōichi Murakami floated to the ground. He raised his bloody hand, and blood was still dripping from the grapes on his head. He looked at Dehisa blankly, "It's time for class. I have to go back to my seat."

He retracted his hand and stood there motionlessly. His gaze swept across everyone present, indifference and malice uncontrollably gushing out from his eyes. Those who were looked at were like prey targeted by a beast. They had already been cut into pieces by his gaze.

The classroom instantly quieted down.

A few people wanted to go forward, but they were stopped by other students.

Midaya Dehisa stood in place. He lowered his head and took a deep breath. He raised his head and tried to put on a gentle smile on his face to appease Murakami.

Murakami, "?

Murakami, do you know what you are doing now? "

Murakami was definitely out of control. This was different from his previous state. Could he still understand his own actions now?

He walked over slowly.

Control him first?

Murakami then look for the healing girl.

?

Kōichi Murakami's gaze shifted to Midaya Dehisa. He shook his hand, and the red liquid was scattered in all directions. He hooked a strange smile, and his bloody hand made a strangling gesture towards Midaya Dehisa's neck.

Looking at the green valley that was getting closer and closer, the hatred and yearning in her eyes became more and more intense. Her unwillingness was wiped away and turned into a timid expression. "It's time for class. Can't we talk after class?"

Midaya Dehisa succeeded in getting close?

Murakami avoided the injured part and held his wrist, "Iida-kun, please help us apply for leave from the teacher later."

Tenya Iida nodded, his face still serious as usual, "Leave it to me."

?

Kōichi Murakami stood there blankly, his face showing an expression of giving up thinking, like a corpse.

Where is Midaya Dehisa's other hand?

Murakami's forehead felt an unusual heat, "Sure enough, that complexion is a fever."

He asked worriedly, "?

Murakami, are you okay? Can you understand what I said? "He gently pulled him out of the classroom.

?

Kōichi Murakami moved with this force, tilting his head, "Dehisa, smile." Before Dehisa turned back, he said in a tone of sudden realization, "I have a fever." The next moment, he anxiously urged, "Dehisa, take me to Aizawa -sensei!"

"But your hand …"?

Murakami's expression returned to being at a loss. He tilted his head and looked at Midaya Dehisa in confusion.

Midaya Dehisa called his name a few times, only once?

Murakami responded, but the next moment?

Murakami returned to being at a loss, not knowing what to do.

Midaya Dehisa gritted his teeth, now?

Murakami's condition was very bad, but he couldn't leave his body alone.

His brows flashed with determination, and he quickly thought.

Now they were on the way to the infirmary, if they contacted Aizawa -sensei at the infirmary, the situation might further deteriorate.

Ormet didn't seem to have any classes now, so he called to ask if he could contact Aizawa -sensei.

Fortunately, Ormet was now in the office with Aizawa -sensei. He quickly explained the current situation, and Aizawa -sensei said that they should go to the infirmary first, and that he would be there soon.

After hanging up the phone, Midaya Dehisa breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his hand?

Murakami was surprised to find that the large amount of bleeding on his injured hand had stopped, and the area of the injured part was not particularly large, but the amount of bleeding at the time was very large, so he couldn't see the injury for a while.

After successfully bringing him to the infirmary, the healing girl gave him two candies and arranged for him to sit on the other side, watching the healing girl's personality.

Murakami's external injury.

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Kōichi Murakami sat on the chair and suddenly recovered, looking back at Dehisa, "Sensei hasn't arrived yet?"

Without waiting for Dehisa's response, he turned back and thanked the healing girl, "I'm really sorry to trouble you, but I don't need an injection for fever, just give me a fever patch. This is because of my personality, taking medicine is useless." Then his expression became blank, and his eyes were empty, as if he was in a trance.

The healing girl sighed and stuffed the thermometer into Murakami's mouth.

Murakami said, "What a troublesome child.

Has this happened to him before? "

Midaya Dehisa shook his head, "It's not this serious, and I've never encountered a fever."

Midaya Dehisa and the healing girl supported Murakami's body together.

Kōichi Murakami went to the bed, waited for a while, and took out the thermometer, "It's already 39.5 degrees.

Children nowadays don't care about themselves so much? "She was a little angry, took out the fever patch from the cabinet, and carefully put it on Murakami's forehead.

Kōichi Murakami's forehead, and then from Murakami's

Fingertip, she took some blood and took it for testing.

"It seems that he has temporarily lost the ability to take care of himself, Dehisa, you stay here and look after him, I'll send these to the lab."