No matter how much Instructor Onizuka hoped that a few people would restore the old library to its original state in the next second, after the one-hour lunch break, several students would have to finish the class first.

After the afternoon shooting class, it was time for heavy equipment training.

Fortunately, the group of immoral things above still knew that they felt sorry for the students, and they didn't arrange this kind of physical fitness class when the sun was at its most poisonous, but even so, the sun at four o'clock was still unabated, and it was hot when they looked at it on the bulletproof armor and shield.

There are two trees scattered around the special base for heavy equipment training, and the sunlight is widely on the dirt road where there is no grass—a supply point stands silently on the side of the road, and the exposed bricks are weathered and dark, and traces of cement repair can be seen.

The footsteps of the training team rattled past the entrance of the supply station, stirring up bursts of earthy yellow waves.

To tell the truth, sometimes Toru Asada hates heavy equipment training—not because of hard work or fatigue, but because of hard work, he has experienced longer and more tiring long journeys, and even accidentally lost his way through a week in the forest bordering the decaying old town.

But people only pay attention to the bright things, and no one wants to know about his fumbling past.

Rather than being on guard of your surroundings 24 hours a day when you get lost, or tug-of-war with death in a swamp that exudes a dark and ominous atmosphere, police academy training is nothing more than wearing a slightly heavy bulletproof equipment to run a few more laps on the playground, and at most passing by a few small artificial dirt slopes and low mud walls-

Pediatrics in pediatrics, Toru Asada sighed helplessly in his heart, turned around and looked at the same period around him.

A few people are still talking and laughing at the moment.

Physical fitness is really unreasonable, the same weight, the same distance, some people are so tired that they are like pugs chasing cars all the way, and their tongues are a little hot.

And some people ran all the way and chatted all the way, and still can tell a few jokes as usual, making the sweaty classmates around them laugh or breathe.

- It's about six strange creatures, and their physical strength is so good that they are only one step away from breaking away from the carbon base.

A few people chatted all over the world, and the topic gradually turned from last week's supper and yesterday's lunch to the two bear children, Kenji Hagiwara and Jinhei Matsuda.

- Bear children in the literal sense of the word, because the conversation is about the topic of their childhood.

According to Toru Asada, if you want to describe Hagiwara and Matsuda now, you should at least add the word "older" to show respect for their work for more than 20 years.

When Toru Asada came back to his senses, the topic had just been tilted to the garage in Kenji Hagiwara's hometown, and the half-long-haired young man was happily sharing his childhood troubles.

"When I was a child, I often came to my factory, took things to dismantle and renovate without authorization, and was scolded by my father."

After all, Xiong Zi Zhenping has been a well-known demolition enthusiast since he was a child, and he has been demolished from his own house all the way to his friend's house, and there are countless things that have been harmed.

It is said that Hagiwara's sister had the most memorable nightmare when she woke up and her house had a decomposition reaction catalyzed by Matsuda Jinpei, and the steel bars, foam, and concrete generated in place could directly build a new building.

- Just this Hagiwara family can still let Matsuda Jinhei step into a distance of 800 miles, which shows that the two are stronger than Jin.

Matsuda Jinpei stared at the dead fish eyes, and defended with a dissatisfied expression: "I just want to change the Porsche to a gullwing door—"

Sometimes I feel that the gap between common sense and Matsuda Jinpei is bigger than that of people and dogs - the three of them are speechless.

Toru Asada was inexplicably poked at the point of laughter, and leaned over happily, "Hahaha have an idea, I support you - Porsche with gullwing doors is the classic of the classics, and those stupid mortals don't understand fashion at all." ”

...... Well, this isn't a common sense person either.

No matter how you think about it, the second father will definitely be angry-

This is no longer the degree that a seven or eight-year-old boy is tired of dogs.

A child's strong hands-on ability may be smart, but if the hands-on ability is too strong, it is underwhelming.

"I said, what kind of expressions do you have!" Matsuda Jinhei instantly exploded.

"Hahaha, don't worry, they might be envious of your Lego behavior—" Toru Asada patted Matsuda on the shoulder.

"I also like Lego—no, I also like to fiddle with mechanics," Kenji Hagiwara almost took away by Asada Kenji Idea, "I originally wanted to inherit the garage—"

"However, the business was going well, and we were increasing the number of branches, but the economy suddenly became sluggish, and finally my father's factory closed down."

"-But the police are different, they definitely won't go bankrupt, right?" Kenji Hagiwara turned his head and came to a wink with a few people in the back.

Got it, let's make Lego a state-owned holding.

"Poof—that's a realistic reason." Toru Asada, who was running on the far right of the line, laughed, and his lazy tone was a little teasing, "It's much more practical than someone's desire to beat up the police director." ”

"Huh?" A certain named seaweed head stuck its head over, and stared at Toru Asada with its neck crossed, the tip of its nose almost closed, "Why don't you tell me about your great ideals of being a police officer-"

Toru Asada looked at Matsuda Jinhei defiantly, and the corners of his mouth hooked and he just wanted to speak: "Of course-"

Toru Asada was suddenly interrupted by a group of babbling young people, and the footsteps around him suddenly accelerated and intensified, crackling like raindrops on the ground.

"It's a sprint!" The squad leader raised his arms and shouted, and the remaining four people rushed forward with the squad leader.

Toru Asada was left looking at his peers behind him, shaking his head helplessly, his brown hair glowing slightly golden in the sun.

The five people in front of them exerted their strength at their feet, leaving Toru Asada far behind.

This kind of daily training regardless of results Toru Asada has always been lazy and serious, and continues to hang unhurriedly in the back, at most when passing by the instructor, he means to pretend to be two drops of hot sweat.

But the time spent running alone was really boring, and Toru Asada couldn't help but look at the classmates around him and the equipment on them.

The equipment used for training is retired from the front line, and they may not have experienced more years than the young people who are sweating with them, but the stories are far more exciting than those of these children who have not yet stepped out of the ivory tower.

- For example, the helmet on the left has three clear bullet marks, arranged in a triangular pattern, indicating that it once saved its owner, but now the short young man wearing it clearly only thinks it is hot.

- Another example is the shield on the right front, there are some less obvious blood stains on the upper left side, which blend perfectly with the stains, and its owner is about to be more than lucky, but now the short-haired kid holding it looks like he wants to throw this heavy guy away.

It's as if some elders are telling stories about the glorious past, and some children are just drooling and staring at the rice on the table.

As for the set of equipment on Toru Asada himself, the surface is smooth, and there are no traces of slashing and burning, so it should be the type to spend his old age in the warehouse of the Metropolitan Police Department.

It's sticky, it's sticky, and it's rancid, maybe when I was training last week, which two goods spilled orange juice and ran away.