The Hero Academy in My Mind

"Midoriya, I want to hear this story. Please read it to me." Midoriya held little Eri and sat back in his seat. Little Eri opened the picture book and happened to turn to the story of the emerald.

"The legend of the emerald? Ah, I've never heard of this story before. If I don't tell it well, Eri, don't laugh at me. A long time ago..."

Let's move our eyes away from Izuku telling little Eri a story. Now it's time to visit Ryotaro who is having trouble.

"Oh no! I haven't gotten on the bus yet! My wallet! Wait for me!!" Ryotaro was panting and chasing a bus. When little HANA got on the bus before, he was squeezed off by the crowd. His mobile phone and newly bought wallet were squeezed on the bus. He could only run to chase the bus. He didn't know when the bracelet he was wearing was broken. He shouted loudly, but the driver couldn't hear him at all.

"Cough, cough, cough, hahaha~ I can't run anymore, I feel my lungs are burning." Ryotaro really couldn't run anymore. He gasped heavily, bent down, held his knees with both hands, and was sweating.

"Ryotaro, you can't do this, your physical fitness is still too poor." Momotaros appeared from the void, he patted Ryotaro's back, and pinched his nose with his other hand.

"Senior, did you use your hand to pick your nose just now?" Putaros appeared instantly, grabbing Momotaro's hand that was patting Ryotaro's back.

"Tsk! I just went to the bathroom to wash my hands, and they are very clean."

"No, no! Momotaros didn't wash his hands at all! I testify!" Long Taros kicked Momotaros with his foot, exposing Momotaros' lies without any scruples.

"You can't even run this short distance! Ryotaro, it looks like you've been too lax these days! Bang bang!" Kintalos suddenly appeared and hammered his two casserole-sized fists. The next second, Kintalos jumped into Ryotaro's body, and rushed into Ryotaro's body right under the eyes of the other three demon gods. Ryotaro's hair suddenly grew longer, and a bunch of long yellow hair indicated the soul in Ryotaro's body at this time. The clothes he wore also changed from casual clothes to very old-fashioned kimonos. He straightened up suddenly and twisted his face with his thumb.

"Isn't it just 20 kilometers? Look at me running it! Pa pa!" After clapping his hands together, Ryotaro lifted the hem of his kimono and started running wildly.

"Fuck! I was actually taken advantage of by the big stupid bear!"

"Honest people really can't be underestimated."

"Come on, big stupid bear! Ah!" Long Taros hadn't finished shouting when his head was hit by Tao Taros.

"Why are you adding fuel, idiot! We're going to follow too! Why don't you run?! Big stupid bear! Wait for me!" Three demon gods chased after Ryotaro who was running wildly.

In a rental house in the city, a former best-selling author with bloodshot eyes was writing his new work. Since the day when Guhuo Bird Demon God signed a contract with him, although his ranking as a writer has not risen, the appearance of Guhuo Bird Demon God has brought him a lot of inspiration.

"Hahahaha, this time, this book will definitely become a bestseller again! I will definitely become a great writer that attracts worldwide attention! Hahaha!!" When he is thirsty, he drinks the energy drink in his left hand, and when he is hungry, he eats a bite of bread on his right hand. This former best-selling author has put life and death aside and only wants to become a writer of Saigao.

"Bang!!" A loud noise finally diverted the attention of this great writer who had been sleepless for several days from the paper (the writer had been staring at the blank paper in the past few days, from daytime to the early morning of the next day.) He looked at the door that was kicked open, and then looked at the Guhuo Bird Demon God who walked in. With his eyes slightly open, he stood up and walked a few steps towards the Guhuo Bird Demon God.

"How is it?! Kill a few writers who are ranked higher than me?"

"I didn't kill any. I don't know what happened to those writers. They were not at home today." The Guhuo Bird Demon God was also full of anger. From morning to now, it didn't even meet a writer, let alone complete the contract.

"Not at home? How is it possible! Those guys stay at home every day to write new chapters. How could they not be at home?! Are you lying to me?!" When the former best-selling author heard that he had not killed any writer, his emotions collapsed directly. He didn't care that the non-human in front of him could crush him into pieces at any time. He grabbed the feather cloth of the Guhuo Bird Demon God and shouted loudly.

"I signed a contract with you! You have to complete it! Next week is the deadline for many writers to submit their manuscripts. This time, I must stand out from the many literary magazines and take the lead!! Hurry up and kill those writers for me!!"

"If I don't find the target, it will be useless no matter how long I look for it." Guhuo Bird Demon God lightly pushed the former best-selling author away and wiped the saliva on the feather with a paper towel on the table.

"We are just a cooperative relationship. I fulfill your wishes and you hand over your past. I am not your slave. If it weren't for my good temper, you would have been cut into pieces by me!" The next second, the sword on Guhuo Bird Demon God's waist flew out, brushing the writer's neck and piercing into the wall.

"Hiss!!" The former best-selling author suddenly covered his neck, and red blood flowed down his hand to the ground, with a pungent smell of blood.

"Buzz~Buzz~Buzz~" The phone rang, and the former best-selling author looked at the caller ID, which happened to be his editor.

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly, holding his wound with one hand and answering the phone with the other.

"Teacher! Please change your clothes and come down from upstairs quickly! The writers' conference is about to start!" The editor shouted hurriedly on the other side of the phone.

"Writers' conference?" The former best-selling author scratched his messy hair.

"I forgot to inform you in advance. There is a writers' conference at 3 o'clock this afternoon. Other writers have already gone. Please come down quickly and I will take you there."

"Okay, okay! I'll go down right away!" The former best-selling author hung up the phone and looked at Guhuo Bird Demon God. The former best-selling author wrapped the wound on his neck with a bandage, smoothed his hair with gel water, quickly changed into a formal outfit, and the former best-selling author and Guhuo Bird Demon God walked out of the rental house together.

"Are you ready?"

"I will help you realize your wish. This is the best opportunity."

"Hahahaha!! With you here, I will definitely become the most successful bestselling author." The former bestselling author patted Guhuo Niaoyi Moshen on the back with a red face, and Guhuo Niaoyi Moshen frowned.

'Humans are complex and changeable. Is our world really going to be connected to this world? 'In doubt, Guhuo Niaoyi Moshen's body gradually disappeared. The former bestselling author quickly came to the first floor and got into the car driven by the editor.

"Teacher Sanquan, you are finally here." As soon as the editor saw the writer get in the car, he immediately started the car and handed a brochure to Sanquan in the back seat.

"Teacher, your previous book "See You Under Three Thousand Springs" was nominated for the romantic novel of this conference and may win the award."

"Really?" Sanquan suddenly widened his eyes.

"It's not necessarily that the competition is very stressful. This time, Teacher Waste Brother and Sister has also commissioned the editor to bring back his (her) new work. It's a masterpiece that has been released for eight months. I wonder how it will perform." The editor said as he explained some information to the writer he was responsible for. Suddenly, he turned his head, looked at Sanquan, and asked.

"Has Teacher Sanquan finished the outline of his new work? What is the subject this time? The performance of the last bestseller was quite good."

"Which eye did you see me writing the outline of my new book?"

"When the teacher has a new idea, his eyes are always squinted, so it's easy to see."

"Humph." Sanquan closed his eyes, and the Guhuo Bird Demon God sitting on the roof noticed a hint of joy in the heart of its contractor.

'When the writers' conference starts, you kill all the writers over there. No, it's better to kill half and leave the other half. '

"Tsk, humans are really super troublesome creatures."