What Is a Hero?

Upon hearing Kirishima's words, the entire class fell silent.

The girls who had been chattering about their work experiences fell silent; Grape and Kaminari, who had been looking rather bewildered, became serious; Bakugo squinted, scoffed, and didn't even notice his hair...

Jilan sighed. "Kirishima, can't you read the room? Everyone's trying their best to avoid talking about this..."

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Synopsis:

Toutiao: "Grandmaster Ma Breaks Through to Ninth Rank, Conquering the World!" "Grandmaster Ma Reaches the Pinnacle, Sweeping Across Eurasia!" "Chief Qiao Makes Another Move, Suspected to the Ninth-Rank Great Grandmaster Realm!" "The Stock Market God's Skill Remains Undiminished, Re-entering the Global Grandmaster Rankings Top Ten!"... Watching the news flash by, Fang Ping felt exhausted. This wasn't how things were going.

Global High Martial Arts

Chapter One: The Script Is Wrong

April 5, 2008.

Saturday.

Classroom of Senior Three (4) at Yangcheng No. 1 High School.

Fang Ping spent half an hour finally confirming one thing: it wasn't a dream, and it wasn't filming—of course, if filming could make his classmates look young again, that production crew would be out of their mind!

After confirming his rebirth, Fang Ping felt a little uneasy for a moment, but then accepted it calmly.

As young people living in the new century, who hasn't had some experience of being reborn?

Even if you weren't reborn, there are tons of articles online; just by looking at them, you'll know that this is the ultimate magic weapon for short, ugly, and poor people to rise up and become rich and handsome!

Besides, I had no money and no girlfriend. Being reborn meant I could live for many more years without doing anything. No matter how you look at it, it wasn't a loss.

After finally enduring until the bell rang, the teacher, who seemed both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar, lingered for several minutes before reluctantly leaving.

As for the teacher's last words before leaving, Fang Ping simply assumed he had misheard them.

"Registration for the martial arts program starts next week. Students who are interested should prepare accordingly."

Fang Ping didn't take it seriously. He misheard it as "liberal arts" registration. College entrance exams are usually registered in advance, but the school usually handles it, so there's no need to remind him.

The crucial point is that Class 4 of Senior Three is a science class, which has nothing to do with humanities, right?

However, having experienced rebirth, Fang Ping no longer cared about such trivial matters.

At this moment, Fang Ping should be thinking about punching Jack Ma and kicking Ma Huateng.

Although 2008 was a bit late in the timeframe, the reborn shouldn't do something unexpected.

Can something truly be called a rebirth?

Or perhaps she should leave business and enter politics?

Fang Ping was secretly making plans in his mind, and had no interest in chatting with the classmates around him.

These young people could never have imagined the grand goals they held in their minds: from this day forward, we are no longer from the same world!

Just as Fang Ping was laying the groundwork for his future, Yang Jian, the tall and burly student in the front row, suddenly turned around and asked, "Fang Ping, Chen Fan, are you going to sign up?"

Fang Ping had a deep impression of Yang Jian, not because Yang Jian was exceptionally handsome.

The key point is that after graduating from university, at a high school reunion, Yang Jian Fang Ping, who had just graduated, had grown a full beard, almost making Fang Ping think that Yang Jian's father had also come to the reunion.

From then on, Fang Ping never forgot this bearded classmate; his features were too distinctive.

Lost in thought, Fang Ping didn't immediately respond.

Fang Ping's deskmate, Chen Fan, who was jokingly called one of the "Pingfan Duo" by his classmates, shook his head and said, "I'm not signing up. It's just a waste of money."

"Registration costs 10,000 yuan, and you're guaranteed to fail. With that much money, you could easily cover your living expenses and tuition for a year of university."

Yang Jian sighed, "That's true, but I'm still unwilling to give up. If I don't try, I'm afraid I'll regret it for the rest of my life."

Yang Jian's deskmate, also a boy whose name, Fang Ping, was a bit unclear, turned and joined the discussion, saying with a somber expression, "This is our only chance to rise above our circumstances, but unfortunately, it has nothing to do with us."

The three sighed and expressed regret, leaving Fang Ping completely bewildered and confused.

Sign up?

The teacher just mentioned "liberal arts" enrollment?

The registration fee is 10,000?

This was in 2008. If I remember correctly, the price of housing in Yangcheng's urban area was only around 4,000 yuan per square meter at that time. Why would exam registration cost so much?

These guys weren't wrong, were they?

Or perhaps I was scammed?

Just as Fang Ping was about to interject with a question, his deskmate Chen Fan adjusted his glasses and said with a resolute expression, "Even if you don't take the martial arts exam, but instead take the humanities exam, it doesn't necessarily mean you'll never amount to anything!"

There are also martial arts training classes in society. After we graduate and earn money, we can continue our studies.

Even if they're not as good as martial arts students, at least there's still hope!

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian's deskmate excitedly exclaimed, "That's right! If you get into a prestigious liberal arts university, your starting salary won't be low!"

"I still want to give it a try..." Yang Jian hesitated. His family was relatively well-off, and he was physically strong. He wouldn't be satisfied if he didn't give it a shot.

Chen Fan and Yang Jian didn't stop him from trying. Although the chances were slim, the opportunity was right in front of them, and some people were unwilling to give up.

Although everyone was still young, they understood that if they tried to dissuade Yang Jian at this point and he missed the opportunity, they would become enemies.

The three were talking animatedly, but Fang Ping was completely bewildered.

What's going on?

Swallowing hard, Fang Ping looked at the three of them for a while, but seeing no sign of joking or teasing, he Fang Ping realized something was amiss.

Just as I was about to ask a question, someone interrupted me again.

At the desk next to Fang Ping and his friends, two boys were originally whispering to each other, but now they probably felt that the discussion wasn't as interesting with fewer people around.

Once Fang Ping and his group quieted down, a guy with a buzz cut at the next table asked excitedly, "Yang Jian, Chen Fan, did you guys read the news online last night?"

Yang Jian and his companion shook their heads. With the college entrance exam just around the corner, their families were very strict, so they had no time to go online.

Seeing that the two were unaware, Fang Ping and the other boy were also bewildered. The boy with the buzz cut immediately laughed and said, "What a pity!"

Head: "The Golden Spirit does indeed fit the definition of a hero quite well. I once thought there was someone who was the imposter the Hero Killer was talking about. But, do you know what? That very person who I thought was a disqualified hero made a huge contribution in this Hero Killer incident. Without him, Midoriya and the others might already be dead."

Jilan already knew who Aizawa was referring to; his name was the Eye of Dawn, Shangze Mingsheng. It was because of him that Jilan managed to resist the urge to help; it was because of him that Todoroki and Midoriya were able to get a chance to fight back...

Midoriya and the others held their breath, knowing who Aizawa was talking about. However, Midoriya believed that person was a true hero. After all, he was someone whose heroic qualities had been personally acknowledged by the Hero Killer!

"During these past few days, I had the opportunity to speak with him once, this time when he was actually hospitalized." Aizawa paused for a moment before continuing, "I learned something from other people who visited him: whether in the eyes of his colleagues or the general public, he was a Pro Hero praised by everyone; only I felt disgusted by him..."

"Boom." Aizawa looked at Shoto Todoroki. "Just like your prejudice against your father, I also harbor the same prejudice against that person, and even now I can't let it go. We can hate him, but we can't deny that he was a true hero."

Shoto Todoroki nodded silently.

Aizawa let out a breath, seemingly releasing all the resentment he had been holding in. "That's all I wanted to say, Jilan. Don't you want to say something too? After all, you are the Golden Spirit."

The gloomy atmosphere that had been building up in the classroom from talking about Hero Killer had completely vanished. Everyone was excited about their favorite heroes, and all eyes were now on Jilan.

Jilan stood up, shrugged, and said, "You've all pretty much covered it all. I agree with your definition of a hero, just like you do. So, since we're right, doesn't that mean the 'fake' label the Hero Killer mentioned is completely unfounded?"

Kaminari said uncertainly, "But his obsession is real, isn't it? Does he genuinely believe that targeting Pro Hero will make the world a better place?"

"Yes, his unwavering dedication is indeed awe-inspiring, making one unconsciously accept his ideals. But what if the hero Stain speaks of isn't the hero we usually understand?" Jilan said calmly. "I don't know if any of you are familiar with the customs in United States, but they don't have the concept of Pro Hero."

Most of the students were confused, with only Yaoyorozu, Todoroki, Bakugo, and Midoriya realizing what was going on.

Yaoyorozu asked somewhat uncertainly, "You mean, superheroes?"