"...Charanko, come down!"
Bang rubbed his forehead and waved a hand.
Before this perverted kid had come, he had looked forward to his arrival every day. But now that he was here... thinking about that bizarre train of thought made Bang's head ache.
"Master Bang?"
Charanko froze upon hearing that, only then noticing Bang's presence. He hurriedly released Wu Biao, then pointed at him indignantly. "Master, this bald guy charged into the kitchen the moment he entered the dojo. Without saying a word, he grabbed the rice pot and started eating."
Bang's mouth twitched. This guy really had some nerve...
What did he mean, he couldn't wait and decided to start eating first?
He had just straight-up started eating.
"What? That old man's back?" Saitama walked out holding a bowl of rice.
Alright, so they had come as a group to freeload on food.
"This is...?"
Bang looked at Saitama in confusion. They had only met once, and it had not even been that many days, but Saitama had changed quite a bit. With hair and without hair, he practically looked like two different people.
Saitama's mouth twitched as he tugged at his drab yellow superhero suit. "...Actually, I still had a full head of black hair the day before yesterday."
"Ah, I remember now."
Bang looked over Saitama's hideously tacky superhero suit, nodded in realization, and praised, "Very good. Young people these days either mess their hair up into a chaotic heap or dye it all sorts of colors. There are very few like you two anymore!"
Saitama's mouth twitched. He only wanted to yell: I didn't do this voluntarily.
But clearly... going bald young was even worse...
Bang smiled at Charanko. "Charanko, go train with your senior brothers. As for lunch, I'll give you money to eat outside.