The class schedule is more magical than fate, and Toru Asada was staring at Instructor Onizuka in the office twenty minutes ago, and twenty minutes later he stood on the shooting range and looked at his old man.

However, given that his shooting performance has always been excellent, his waist straightened up when he saw Onizuka Instructor again.

Maybe this is the so-called good student's self-confidence in not having much AC number.

Anyway, there are so many classes back and forth at the police academy, and for a firearms genius like Toru Asada, the twentieth shooting class at the police academy is no different from the first.

Holding a police pistol named Sakura fired five rounds in a row, and the ten rings of the gun hit the bull's-eye - after quickly emptying a few spare magazines, Asada began to scan up and down at other contemporaries who were still raising their guns and aiming seriously.

It's also fun to observe other people once in a while, and every time you make new discoveries, such as-

He suddenly found that the rookie dog was also divided into three, six, nine and so on.

The tall and thin guy next to him should be a high-class rookie dog, the first class was only barely enough of the target level, and after a few months of exercise, he could also play a decent seven or eight rings, and now there is a faint tendency to impact the nine rings.

The little man in the next three rows was definitely not as good as a dog, and his aiming posture was decent, but he scared himself before he could shoot - thanks to him, the last two next to him had a higher total score than a perfect score.

In short, when you go to the farmer's market, you will only be picked up by the aunt and thrown to the ground, and there is no growth from the beginning to the present.

The last time Toru Asada felt this way was when he watched Matsuda Jinpei show his singing voice at KTV, he was so frightened that the boss thought that there was a homicide in the private room, and almost called the police to pack and take the six suspects away.

Toru Asada suddenly had a sense of visual illusion in his boredom, and he felt as if he was back in his first shooting lesson, as he was now, with no magazines in his magazine, leaning aimlessly on the edge of the shooting table, thinking crankily at the sound of gunfire in his ears and the swearing of the instructor behind him.

A thought suddenly flashed through Toru Asada's mind - speaking of which, those unlucky guys unfortunately ran into him, it seemed to be during the first shooting class.

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Toru Asada, who has just entered the school, still looks like a normal person, with a gentle and euphemistic appearance of rejecting people thousands of miles away, and he can't see the nature of the skin at all.

The entrance score is also perfectly controlled in the upper middle range.,It's the type that won't be looked at twice if it's thrown in the crowd.。

At that time, the tenon of Matsuda's Jinpei pistol was broken, and the parts were disassembled everywhere in order to repair the pistol, and the whole class watched him being scolded by the Onitsuka instructor.

He remembered this person, who was famous in the class for fighting with the first in the police academy a few days ago, and a few days later, he actually faced the instructor again, and he was willing to praise Matsuda Jinpei as a warrior.

However, Toru Asada was not familiar with this group of people, so after emptying four magazines casually, he leaned aside and turned his pistol to watch the show.

He didn't want to be in the limelight, his arms sank slightly, and the five live ammunition in each round were able to be pressed within the 10th ring line, and the quasi-head looked inferior to the golden-haired and black-skinned zero in the same period.

The two men next to him played a scene, singing until the bell rang for the end of class, and the people around them noisily collected the pistol and empty magazines, and only a pile of parts from the curly head was left on the ground.

When all the equipment was recovered and the instructor Ueno, who was in charge of counting the supplies, came over to report that there was one live ammunition missing, Matsuda Jinpei was also punished to stand aside, looking at the parts on the ground from a distance, looking like a pair of cowherds and weaver girls who were ruthlessly dismantled by Instructor Onizuka.

- But no cowherd would yawn at the Weaver Girl.

Toru Asada quietly watched Instructor Onizuka and Matsuda Jinpei quarrel over the whereabouts of a bullet, secretly missing the melon seeds hidden in the dormitory in his heart, and then watched the instructor take the maintenance workers who had just come over to the roof.

"Aada-kun, are you wondering about the whereabouts of the bullet?" There was a contemporaneous look at Toru Asada at the same time who was fascinated in the direction of Matsuda Jinhei, and couldn't help but ask.

"Huh? No—it doesn't matter to us anyway. Toru Asada swallowed the sentence "The play is so good" and smiled kindly at the same time on the other side.

It really has nothing to do with him, the gun was not dismantled by him, and the bullet was not hidden by him, he just wants to wait for a while and go back to the dormitory to take a shower and rest, and by the way, make up for the melon seeds that he didn't eat just now.

Toru Asada put his hand to his mouth, just about to yawn lazily and relax-

As a result, there was a sudden loud bang on the ceiling, and a maintenance worker appeared on the stage, and he also bought one and got one free with an Onitsuka instructor with a safety rope around his neck-

He almost choked himself with a yawn.

Well, in fact, it was the maintenance worker who stepped on the ceiling from the ceiling with a safety rope, and when the Onitsuka instructor rescued people, he was lassoed by the rope in a way that violated Newtonian mechanics, and the whole person was suspended two people from the ground.

Now the scene is very similar to one of the eight incredible hangings of the police academy.

As for the remaining seven incredible ones, he didn't know what they were—anyway, they would always be made up.

In fact, there is a safety rope, and the Onitsuka instructor will be fine regardless of that person, Toru Asada pouted while muttering, and subconsciously stretched his hand into his arms, and only reacted after touching the air-

By the way, the police pistol has been handed in.

Fortunately, there are five other contemporaries around him who look quite reliable, the squad leader and a black-haired young man with picky eyes are working together to hold people up, so that Onitsuka Instructor will not suffocate too quickly, and just now Matsuda Jinpei, who has "thorn head" written all over his body, has restored all the parts that have been removed, and even the tenon seems to have been repaired.

There was a half-long hair with a bit of a playboy temperament who also used a trick to find out where the hidden bullet was, and at this moment a pistol with live ammunition had just been handed to Zero Valley, who was in the limelight in the shooting class.

Toru Asada subconsciously glanced at the target that Tsuya Zero shot.

Each bullet fell within the 10 rings, but the diameter of the distribution was one and a half times the thickness of the safety rope.

The police pistol is mainly used as a deterrent, the lethality is insufficient, and the diameter of the live ammunition is relatively small, if the blow fails to hit the middle of the safety rope, the rope is likely to be only half broken, and the Onitsuka instructor is still hanging half-dead in the air.

- In the worst-case scenario, it is possible for a bullet to fly through the rope.

Considering that the remaining live ammunition has already been put into storage, if the only bullet is crooked, the Onitsuka class will be able to form a team to go to the grave of their own teacher today next year.

Maybe you can also do a team building at the grave by the way, drink a little wine and jump or something, and unite the feelings of the class-

This idea is very good, but it is a bit of a waste instructor, which is not quite in line with the current environmentalist idea of recycling.