Jilan, Save Me

In a dimly lit bar, a man with messy hair sat in front of a television, chatting idly with a voice that seemed to come from nowhere.

"Teacher, do I really have to get involved with that so-called Hero Killer?" the man with the handprint on his face asked, sounding annoyed. "I have no interest in that guy who claims he's going to kill Pro Hero."

"You need to unite the people who should be united, not the rabble like you had back then. If possible, I would love for you to develop him into a ally."

"Ah, since he's a teacher, then I'll give it a try," Shigaraki replied. "But, if we don't see eye to eye after meeting, I'll kill him, you know."

"You can judge for yourself. The one who can destroy this society is you, not me," the voice suddenly said. "Kurogiri, what are you looking at right now? It sounds a bit like rock music."

"Do adults like this too?" Kurogiri took the phone and handed it to the TV. "This is the rock concert commemorating the een Band, which will be held tonight at the Seaside Park."

"Een is truly a name that evokes nostalgia," he commented after watching the video for a while. "Although it's still far from their level, it's commendable that they were able to achieve this without any available film or television footage."

"I don't find it very interesting; electronic style suits me better." After listening for a while, Shigaraki leaned closer, his eyes suddenly narrowing. "Wait, Kurogiri, isn't that guy named Jilan the one who hurt me back then?"

Although the video was blurred so that Shigaraki couldn't see his face clearly, the phrase "Jilan" that appeared from time to time in the comments made Shigaraki sensitive. Moreover, looking at his bright blond hair, Shigaraki seemed to recall the scene when his palm was burned.

Kurogiri did not answer, but to Shigaraki, who knew his personality well, this meant tacit agreement.

"That's right, it's him, it must be him!" Shigaraki laughed, clenching his fist. "I never expected to see him in a place like this, and singing something like 'Killer Queen'? This sentimental song is completely out of character for him!"

"You mean he's the teammate I picked for you at the Sports Festival? Impossible, he doesn't have that aura at all." Shigaraki's teacher paused here, then suddenly chuckled deeply, "Hahaha, interesting. I'm even more interested in him now."

"Hello, is this Nezu? The person you mentioned this morning is named Jilan Jiyu, right?"

That evening, Principal Nezu was already fast asleep when he was woken up by the ringing of the telephone.

"The headmaster? You?"

"Never mind all that, just tell me, is it or isn't it?"

Yes, the child's name is indeed Jilan.

The rabbit sat at a street stall, munching on a carrot while letting out a wild laugh. "Great, that person is mine now."

Nezu paused slightly, "You meant him?"

"Hey, mole, it's none of your business how I conduct myself!" Although all that came from the other end was the sound of someone crunching on a carrot, in that instant, Nezu felt the principal's domineering presence once again.

"I understand. I'll prove I can handle it for you. Mirko."

"Okay, Nezu, I'm counting on you!" The rabbit smiled and asked him as if she hadn't said anything at all.

Suddenly, Nezu heard a hearty voice interrupt through the microphone, "Hey buddy, your noodles are ready! Add as much carrot as you said!"

"Thanks, sir!" the rabbit replied with a smile, then said to Nezu, "Anyway, I'm hanging up now. Don't contact me again unless it's absolutely necessary!"

Hearing the dial tone, Nezu lost his sleepiness, put on a coat, and turned on his computer.

"I see, is it a concert?"

Jilan underestimated her current influence, or rather, the quality of the performance and Camie Utsushimi's connections.

In addition to inviting DJs, Camie Utsushimi also invited reporters from several TV stations to cover the event. The moment Jilan Jiyu appeared on stage, these reporters' eyes lit up like mice that had found cheese—this was the air of big news!

"Shocking! Students from a prestigious high school would do something like this!"

"The secret behind good students' absence from the Sports Festival!"

"Super AAA-level crazy AAA-level high school student Jilan Jiyu!"

Yes, these are mostly headlines that immediately grab attention. Plus, the Sports Festival had just ended and was still a popular topic of discussion. Soon, a late-night TV station started airing clips of some of the performances.

High definition (HD).

In short, this concert became an overnight sensation. Although Jilan Jiyu's faces were blurred in the high-definition clips circulating online, it didn't stop the audience from enjoying the songs.

Whether it's "Killereen" and "Underressure" sung by Jilan, or other songs by the een Band performed by UL Band, each song is a classic, bringing a brand new experience to the audience, and even making some people interested in rock and roll and begin to search for this forgotten history.

Having just returned from outside, Mitsuki Bakugo had taken off his coat and was about to wash up and go to bed when he noticed that although the living room lights were off, they were still emitting a white glow.

She walked over and was startled to Katsuki Bakugo sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding his phone with a gloomy expression, seemingly browsing something.

"Hey, you brat, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Bakugo turned his head and turned on the TV. The program playing on the screen was a live video of the UL concert.

Bakugo pointed at the TV, his face darkening, and said, "Old woman, is this the concert you're watching today?"

Mitsuki Bakugo was somewhat surprised. "That's right, it's only been a few hours and it's already being broadcast on TV. That's incredibly fast!"

Ignoring all that, she excitedly pulled out her phone, showed the photos she'd taken to Katsuki Bakugo, and exclaimed, "Look! These are photos from the concert! This is your classmate Jilan, right? I think he looked really handsome at the concert!"

Katsuki Bakugo's hand gripping his phone trembled slightly. "Jilan Jiyu, no wonder I felt something was off about you during our match. So you were thinking about this all along! You really underestimated me!"

Ignoring Katsuki Bakugo's misunderstanding for the moment, let's turn our attention to Satomi Ishihara, who is fast asleep in her apartment. Coincidentally, she also receives a call from her team leader.

"Ms. Ishihara, don't you know the runner-up of the U.A. High School Sports Festival? Could you get an interview with him?!"

"Team leader, are you talking about Jilan?"

"That's right, it's him. Do you have his contact information?" Although the team leader asked this, he didn't have much hope. After all, Jilan was just a student and didn't have any business cards to exchange. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't give her email address to someone she had only met a few times.

Ishihara felt a chill run down his spine, suspecting that his team leader knew about the robbery.

She exchanged contact information with Jilan at the police station, but because the police advised against revealing this information, she didn't tell anyone that she had Jilan's information, Jilan wouldn't tell anyone either.

Could it be that the team leader is the mastermind behind the murder the police mentioned? Was his question about whether he had Jilan's contact information a ploy to find an opportunity to kill him?

Ishihara thought about it more and more and felt that this possibility was increasing. He pressed the hang-up button. "Sorry, team leader, the signal here is not very good. Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

Before he could reply, Ishihara quickly pressed the red button, feeling both relieved and anxious. If the team leader really wanted to harm him, he knew his home address and might be on his way right now!