I Copy Under One Punch

Chapter 243 Programs and Hero Uniforms

"Good evening, everyone in front of the TV. Welcome to the "Heroes Face to Face" program on the Hero Channel. The guests in this episode are not the heroes we are familiar with, but the equally respectable behind-the-scenes workers. Let us give warm applause Welcome to the Head of the Propaganda Department of the Heroes Association—Mr. Da Yuan!"

"Gulu Gulu. Ah." After dinner, the bored Saitama lay on his side on the tatami, drinking soda and watching TV.

On the TV, under the invitation of warm applause, the red-faced Mr. Da Yuan came out waving his hands, and after bowing to the camera, he sat down on the sofa opposite the host.

"Hi everyone, I am Da Yuan, head of the Propaganda Department of the Heroes Association. It is a pleasure to meet you here."

"It's not a hero. Last time it seemed like an old man named Banggu. I thought I could see other S-level heroes this time." Saitama's gaze swept across the fat man's big belly and the beautiful host's big white legs. Sighed.

"Welcome Mr. Da Yuan." The host smiled and said, "This is a chat show, let's chat casually."

"What are you talking about? Do you want to talk about life with me?" Mr. Da Yuan blinked deliberately.

"Hahaha, you should go home and chat with your wife about this." The host covered his mouth and smiled softly, and said, "Let's talk about occupation first. As far as I know, you were the project manager in the Wushu Association before." Humans have a bright future, so why did they go to the newly established Heroes Association instead? Could it be because of the heroic dream in their hearts?"

"There is a dream of being a hero, but the most important thing is that I was fired by the Wushu Association because I made a mistake." Mr. Da Yuan said with a wry smile.

"Ah, there is such a thing? Is it a misunderstanding?"

"It's not a misunderstanding. It's true that I made a mistake. I am convinced by the Wushu Association's approach. Speaking of which, I have something to do with President Aomori. At that time, I not only offended President Aomori, but also deceived many audiences. However, Aomori The president not only forgave me, but also took the initiative to invite me to the Hero Association. I didn’t think too much about it at the time, just to repay President Aomori’s kindness.”

"I didn't expect such a story to exist. Chairman Aomori is indeed the benchmark of a hero, the most outstanding man in the world." The host's face was peachy.

"That is, when I met President Aomori, I thought he was a genius, a person who was born to do great things!"

The two alternately said a lot of good things about Aomori. Maybe it was prompted by the director. The host coughed twice, recovered his dignity, and said to Mr. Dayuan: "Let's talk about your work in the Heroes Association. The propaganda department mainly What do you do?"

"Naturally, it's publicity. For the advertisements that everyone sees in the streets and alleys, we first formulate a publicity plan."

"So that's the case, then the [Seven Virtues] title selection event, which has been very popular recently, was also held for publicity."

"Eh?" Hearing this, Saitama, who had been drowsy, immediately straightened up and stared at the TV.

"That's right." Mr. Da Yuan nodded, and talked eloquently: "In addition to wanting more people to have a deeper understanding of heroes, we also want to inspire all heroes through this event and learn from them. All in all, it’s about making our heroes, our hero association, and our world better and better.”

"It's really great." The host couldn't help applauding.

"Can you talk about the specific process of the event here? Presumably many audience friends are very concerned about this issue, of course, I am no exception."

"No problem." Mr. Da Yuan said: "There are three parts in this event, namely the preliminary round, the semi-final round and the final round."

"Among them, the preliminary round is the public voting stage, and those who get the top ten votes will be able to advance to the next round; the semi-finals are the publicity stage, and the words and deeds of the promoted heroes will be carefully reviewed, and those who do not meet the standards will be eliminated immediately, and those who pass can enter the next round. One round; the final final will have different challenges waiting for the heroes to solve, and then our judges and audience will score and select the final title holder. It is worth mentioning that the final final will be broadcast live. "

"It always feels a bit troublesome." Saitama lay down again.

On the TV, the host took over the conversation and said: "It's so exciting, I can't wait. I heard that the final winner not only has an admirable title, but also a lot of prizes. Can you tell me what it is? "

"I'll just say the least valuable one among them." Mr. Da Yuan put on a trick, stretched out five fingers, and said, "The bonus is 500,000."

"500,000?!" Saitama's eyes widened.

"500,000?!" The host's mouth was also so big that he could swallow two eggs: "Is this still the least valuable one? I'm a little bit moved by what I said, Mr. Da Yuan, I'm now a hero Is there still a chance?"

"Hahahaha, the registration has ended, let's wait for the next time. We plan to hold this kind of event every year, Miss Host, I think you have a good chance next year. But you have to become a hero first."

"Are you looking down on me?" She deliberately stood up, shook twice, punched twice, and said, "How is it? Am I good?"

"Amazing, awesome!" Mr. Da Yuan couldn't take his eyes off it.

After chatting for a while, the show was about to end.

"Reminder, there are two days left in the preliminaries. If you haven't voted, hurry up and vote for your favorite hero! Audience friends, this show is over here, we will see you at the same time next week, Bye-Bye!"

"It's so boring, let's go to sleep." Saitama turned off the TV, yawned, walked back to the bedroom, and got under the covers.

"I don't know if the tailor has designed my clothes. Let's go and see tomorrow."

Imagining himself in a heroic uniform, he fell asleep.

The next day, Saitama woke up full of energy, went to morning exercises and beat monsters as usual.

After finishing, I went to the tailor shop immediately.

"Boss, have my clothes been designed yet?" Saitama ran to the tailor boss and said loudly.

"Oh, Saitama, you came just in time, I just finished painting last night." The tailor boss took out his album again, turned to the last page, and said, "Look at it."

"Okay!" Saitama poked his head full of anticipation, his eyes lit up immediately: "This dress seems to be pretty good."

The atlas shows a set of clothes whose main color is yellow, with red gloves, shoes and a white cloak, which looks extremely pleasing to the eye.

"How is it? Do you like it?" The tailor boss said with a smile.

"I like it, this is it!" Saitama immediately patted the table and decided.

"Okay, okay, let me measure your size first, and you can come and pick up the clothes after two days."

"Yeah, thank you boss!"

Under the ground of City J, with the efforts of Senior Sister Centipede, the habitat of the Weird Association branch here has become quite large, enough to accommodate hundreds of strange people.

And after a few days of secret recruitment, the branch president, Variety Monster, has more than a dozen monsters under him.

Among them, a tiger-level monster named Plasma Dancer won the favor of Ditto.

Dressed in a kimono like a geisha, she looks normal at first glance, but dangerous electric lights flicker all around her body.

Not only does he look good, but he also speaks nicely.

"The president is worthy of being the president. I have long expected that the mighty King of the Deep Sea will eventually kill himself, and I have not had any contact with it." Plasma Dancer said adoringly.

‘I’m also the president, so I’m on an equal footing with Aomori-san. '

The Variety Monster was proud of himself, coughed twice to hide the joy in his tone, and said: "The King of the Deep Sea and the King of the Underground are all the same thing. They are intoxicated by the glory of the past, but they don't know that the times have long changed. Even our Monster Association Need to keep a low profile and endure humiliation, let alone them?"

"The president is wise, and he will surely grow the Weird Association, defeat the Heroes Association, and rule the world!"

"Hey, this is a bit far away. Now we still have to keep our feet on the ground, avoid the eyes and ears of heroes, build this place secretly, and contribute to the headquarters!"

"The president is really resourceful, and I am far inferior."

The two sang together, which made the senior centipede next to her very angry.

Not only because she kept proposing to act together with the King of the Deep Sea that day when the King of the Deep Sea was raging, but she was slapped in the face afterwards, but also because she couldn't see the tacit understanding between the two and she looked like an outsider.

‘Obviously I came first, why did the president get closer to that guy? No, I should be the right and left hand of the president! '

After thinking about it, Senpai Centipede angrily prepared to shoot at the plasma dancer.

But before she could open her mouth, Plasma Dancer first said to her affectionately: "Senior Centipede, without further ado, let's go outside and recruit more weirdos into our weirdo association."

"ah?"

"Well, if this kind of thing is to become a daily task, let's make a rule first. From now on, whoever recruits 30 weirdos every month will become the cadre here." After getting along for a long time, my thinking ability has grown, and these incentives are nothing to worry about.

"Officer?!" Catching this key word, the eyes of Plasma Dancer and Senior Centipede brightened.

Although it is only a branch cadre, it is still a cadre.

And if it develops here, it may be more prosperous than the headquarters.

They immediately nodded and said, "President, we will work harder!"

"Then go get busy."

"yes!"

Walking out of the meeting hall, the originally amiable Senior Centipede lowered her face, waved her scythe, and said, "Why are you making such a bad idea? Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

"Where would I come up with any bad ideas? I have always been showing favor to you." Plasma Dancer Yingying smiled and said: "At present, we are the closest by the president's side, and we are the closest to the meeting. Long left and right hands should cooperate with each other."

"You mean" Senior Sister Centipede has lived for decades, and her knowledge is not low: "We join forces to exclude other weirdos?"

"Huh." Plasma Dancer nodded and said, "You don't want to see weird people who joined the club step on our heads."

"The Weird Association pays attention to the supremacy of strength, what's the use of that?"

"Yeah, strength comes first. Isn't the president the strongest now? It's also one of the strongest in the headquarters, so of course it's useful to hold its thigh tightly."

"Hmph, I mean you are useless to the president."

"Hehe, aren't we the same, that's why we have to work harder to attract weirdos and show our own value. What's your answer? Do you want to cooperate with me?"

After pondering for a while, Senior Sister Centipede said: "I can cooperate with you, but if your performance is not good, I will abandon you at any time, you remember."

"Of course, it makes sense."

The two reached an agreement, went out of the ground hand in hand, and took advantage of the night to blend into the darkness.

After a few days of rest, Fubuki resumed his heroic activities, performing patrol duties.

Genos hasn't left the factory yet, so she's the only one doing it.

When we came to the commercial street, the familiar bosses surrounded us again.

"Iron Armored Warrior! Oh, no, it should be called the Green Knight now." An aunt affectionately grabbed Fubuki's hand and said, "It turns out that such a cute girl wears that heavy armor all day long just to be a hero. Work hard."

"No." Fuxue was still not used to such a scene, and said a little unnaturally, "You all know?"

"That's right, we all read the newspapers, you are really good! We also set up a support group to cheer for you. We voted for you in all title battles, and we will introduce you to guests and canvass for you."

"Thank you, thank you very much." Fuxue suddenly felt that she wanted to cry, which was a feeling she had never felt before.

"No thanks, no thanks, you are our savior, of course we will cheer for you."

"Yes. By the way, do you have a boyfriend? We can introduce you."

"This, this is not necessary." Fuxue hastily declined.

"That's right, don't worry, is such a beautiful girl still worried that she won't be able to find a boyfriend? The men who want to marry her must have lined up here from the headquarters of the Heroes Association in City A."

"." Facing such a question, Fubuki could only answer with a smile.

After finally escaping from the boss's siege, Chuuxue heard two more calls.

"Sister Blowing Snow!"

"Master Blowing Snow!"

Looking at the two people who were both familiar and unfamiliar, Fuxue said, "Are you Lily and Eyelashes?"

"Yeah, yeah, I didn't expect Fubuki-sama to still remember us."

Lily threw herself into Fuxue's arms, and said in a crying voice, "I haven't been able to find my sister. I thought something happened to my sister. I saw your news after reading the newspaper yesterday."

"Sorry, I can't reveal my identity to others for some reason." Fuxue stroked her hair and said.

"Well, it's okay, we both understand."

"Master Fubuki, can we be your subordinates? We are willing to go through fire and water for you!" Eyelashes said seriously.

"Lily too, she admires Sister Fuxue the most."

"Subordinates?" Fuxue shook his head in astonishment: "No, I don't need any subordinates. If you don't dislike me, just be friends with me."

"Friends? Is it really possible? Be friends with such a noble Fubuki-sama?"

"Where is it noble?" Fuxue stroked her long hair and said with a smile, "Why, don't you want to?"

"Willing!"