Commotion

"Over the past two days, the school has compiled the recruitment applications sent to you by the Hero Agency. These applications are not yet valid; rather, they serve as proof of your current level of interest, that is, the number of Pro Hero currently interested in you. ▲-Eight▲-Eight▲-Read▲-Books,.◇. o≧"

"Will we be able to join these heroes' agencies once we graduate?!" Kirishima asked excitedly, raising his hand.

"Not necessarily." Aizawa poured cold water on the idea, saying calmly, "Like I just said, this is only for Pro Hero who are interested in you. But if you don't perform well enough in the two years before graduation, or if you don't meet their expectations, this application will be invalid."

"In other words, we absolutely have to perform exceptionally well..." Minoru Mineta suddenly buried his head in his arms and shouted, "The master is truly insidious, able to renege on his promise so easily!"

"This is just reasonable risk aversion," Shoto Todoroki said calmly. "After all, nobody wants their future comrade to be a useless person."

Was this a mockery of him?! Minoru Mineta wanted to retort, but his upright body slumped back down dejectedly. Oh well, let it be a mockery, after all... he was already used to it.

Shoto Todoroki opened his mouth, looking at Minoru Mineta as if he wanted to say something, but remained silent. His previous statement didn't mean that...

Bakugo crossed his arms and grinned maliciously. "Anyway, as long as I'm strong enough, there won't be any problems, right?"

"As the champion of the Sports Festival, I hope you can live up to this statement." Shota Aizawa glanced at him, then turned and projected the specific data onto the blackboard. "These are this year's applications. In previous years, the applications were more scattered, but this year, most of the applications are concentrated among the top few."

Bakugo, 4159 applications; Todoroki, 4150 applications; Jilan, 3568 applications; Tokoyami, 360 applications...

"No way, the difference is too big! Just the applications from any one of the top three are already equivalent to the total applications from all the others!"

"And aren't the number of applications for second and third place reversed? Why does Jilan have so many fewer applications than Todoroki-kun?!"

Shoto Todoroki sighed. He knew perfectly well why he was so popular. "It's probably because of my father, Endeavor..."

"Oh, I forgot to mention. 88 Reading, @∞o" Shota Aizawa glanced at Jilan, "Jilan, actually, the statistics about you aren't finished yet. From last night to today, many hero agencies have sent invitations. I don't need to explain the reasons. A rough estimate is already over 1000, and the number of applications is still growing."

"Wow, that's amazing! That's more than Bakugo's applications!" everyone exclaimed.

They're all just trying to ride on my coattails, but I really don't have any to ride on... Jilan raised her hand, feeling a bit of a headache, and said, "Mr. Aizawa, could you please exclude the application that was sent last night? I don't think I could achieve anything by joining their agency."

"A very reasonable request." Aizawa nodded. Pro Hero can choose their interns, students can naturally exclude agencies they don't want to go to. Besides, Aizawa also looked down on agencies that were just trying to ride the wave of popularity.

Aizawa glanced around at his classmates, who were starting to feel anxious about the applications they had received, and said, "Those who applied less don't need to worry. Everyone will have the opportunity to Work-Study Program, regardless of whether they receive an application or not. To participate in the Work-Study Program internship, you must choose a provisional hero name. Although it's provisional, don't just pick one randomly..."

"Anyone who dares to choose a name carelessly will be shown what hell is like!" A savage voice came from the doorway. "The name chosen now has a very high chance of being recognized by the world, and will naturally become your code name for becoming Pro Hero!"

"Midnight!"

At Midnight, he was still wearing that figure-hugging bodysuit that looked like it could be torn apart with the slightest touch. Denki Kaminari and Minoru Mineta were flushed and panting heavily, looking like they were ill.

"No one knows what they will become in the future, but by giving a name that leaves a lasting impression on people, and then striving towards that goal, that's what's meant by 'a name reflects the person.'" Aizawa stepped down from the podium, giving his seat to Midnight. "We teachers can't just stand by and watch you come up with such terrible names, so Midnight will be the one to assess the taste in your names."

"Like All Might," Shota Aizawa glanced at Midoriya casually, "You have 15 minutes to write your names on the board."

Each person held a board that had been distributed to them and began to think about their future hero's name.

Minoru Mineta and Kaminari, who were sitting behind Jilan, began to discuss.

"Kaminari, do you think the title 'Midnight' implies using sexual techniques on enemies at night? Hehehe..."

Kaminari glanced at Midnight and chuckled to himself, "Hehe, very likely. While this name represents the future path, it also reveals a lot..."

They weren't speaking loudly, but it was enough for Midnight to hear. She didn't know how she did it, but she pulled a riding crop from behind her back. Her eyes twitched, and she approached the two with a terrifying smile, "Kaminari, Mineta, you two are quite bold. Want to see what I'm capable of at night...?"

Kaminari and Mineta shook their heads frantically, pointing at each other simultaneously. "He spoke first!"

"Do you think I care about this? How dare you talk about a teacher like that..."

At this moment, Shota Aizawa quietly muttered, "Actually, it wasn't fabricated, was it..."

Midnight glared fiercely at Shota Aizawa, then turned to the two of them with a gentle smile, "By the way, you two had better call your mother tonight and tell her you'll be home very late, very late..."

Kaminari and Mineta were sweating profusely. They didn't think that letting them stay overnight at Midnight was a perk; they might lose their lives!

They both turned to Jilan Jiyu for help at the same time. "Class monitor, help!!!"

Even though Iida was still somewhat troubled by his brother's situation, hearing Midnight's tone still sent a chill down his spine. During the USJ's simulation exercise, he had been somewhat disrespectful to Midnight when he called for help, and that night...

"Ahem, Midnight, please stop teasing them." Jilan Jiyu coughed, forcing a smile, and said, "We actually know that your Midnight nickname comes from the infiltration and reconnaissance you often conduct before siege battles. Although you have used some lewd methods, that was just a disguise... If we had to say, you'd be a heroine like Mata Hari..."

We all know...? Everyone looked puzzled, then shook their heads frantically—"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!"

In reality, Midnight's deeds are not widely known; she is like Aizawa, a secretive hero who always works in the shadows. However, her name is always on the police's official lists of those who have been arrested.

Jilan was just guessing; he didn't actually know what "Midnight" meant...

"Jilan, you're truly my soulmate!" Midnight suddenly rushed up to Jilan, grabbed his hands, and exclaimed excitedly, "You truly deserve to be the one who sang 'Killer Queen,' you sang that song just for me, didn't you!"

"..." At this moment, Jilan really wanted to say, "Are you out of your mind? Even on the surface, that was meant to praise Marilyn Monroe, it has nothing to do with you..."

Although her hand was being held, Jilan felt no desire looking at her fair but obviously heavily made-up palm. Instead, she wanted her to let go as soon as possible. However, because of her teacher at Midnight, Jilan couldn't struggle; what if her teacher wanted her to stay the night...?

Shota Aizawa coughed. "Midnight. This is the time when they are contemplating crucial life decisions. Don't cause trouble."

At Midnight, he reluctantly let go of her hand, stood back on the podium, and looking at himself who had already attracted everyone's attention, he declared with the air of a teacher, "What are you looking at? Quickly think of your heroes' names!"

In the Midnight, out of sight, Jilan took out a wet wipe and wiped her hands, which were covered in makeup residue. With a calm expression, she said softly, "Remember, you two owe me a favor."