It may be that the police academy at two or three o'clock in the afternoon is particularly empty, and the playground is lined with rows of eye-catching faces, judging from the way they all snort and pant like dogs—this class of students has finally returned to normal with congratulations, and a few genetically mutated aliens have not been brought down from UFOs to mix into the police academy team.

Occasionally, a few absent-minded unlucky children in the ranks looked curiously in his direction, and Toru Asada looked back with a polite smile on his face, and retracted his gaze stupidly.

As long as he is justified enough, it must be someone else who is embarrassed.

The campus of the police academy is not big, and it only took them ten minutes to fight from the easternmost playground to the westernmost cafeteria. But it would have taken him more than an hour to walk around the campus, inside and out.

In the past, he carried takeaway all day and night and met love around the corner with Instructor Onizuka, so much so that when he was looking for someone, he couldn't even see a figure in the sewer of the bathroom, and he didn't know what kind of bad fate he had with Instructor Onizuka, it wasn't like meeting the wrong person at the wrong time, and when the time was right, his old man had already found that the next class was better than them.

Tsk, I don't know which class of little vixens abducted their irascible instructor's heart.

Except that the trees are bald and the grass is withered, there is not much difference between the scenes and things on the campus and when they graduated, and there are a few new photos posted on the display wall of the campus corridor, and the picture of President Date on the stage as a representative of outstanding graduates is also impressively listed. He and Date hadn't seen each other for a long time, but the thick eyebrows and big eyes looked very kind.

But just look at it, he doesn't want to see a real person at all, he really doesn't want to.

Speaking of which, the people who designed the display wall had to make people applaud, a broken corridor was built smelly and long, and the graduates of the police academy had changed one stubble after another for so many years, and the photos had not yet been pasted on a wall.

- What I know is that they are far-sighted, and when they built the police academy, they expected that a school that eats public funds would be able to pass on more than 100 years, and they had to leave some space for students to commemorate the past years; I don't know that I think it's a routine operation of municipal construction, and I design more useless things to ask the city government for land.

The photos on the wall can be traced back to thirty or forty years ago, and the first batch of people hanging on them are still young people in their twenties, but they are only older than Onizuka instructors, and at this moment they are about to be in high positions at all levels of the police world, and they have become the respected seniors in the eyes of the new generation of young people. Toru Asada walked along the corridor, and within a few steps, he saw a familiar shadow.

It's Sansuke Yamazaki.

Six-year-old Esaka Tetsu also met the police officer who ordered them to abandon their entire street a month after the fire, and he only remembered that the man's eyes were gray, like maturity and vicissitudes, and his face had a complex look of guilt and determination. As a police officer, a thirty-two-year-old man is far younger than his peers, but he looks much older than them.

But 22-year-old Toru Asada has seen 22-year-old Sansuke Yamazaki through photos more than once. The portraits captured by the old-fashioned camera resemble high-end mosaics, but he can see a particularly vivid face in the photos - like everyone he saw at the police academy, honest and passionate.

A broken photo, more like a living person than the living people he saw, the years he knew were a pig-killing knife, and he didn't know that he thought he had discovered the first generation of human beauty artifacts in archaeology.

Thinking about it this way, Instructor Onitsuka is still very good, even if his old man is sharpened over and over again by the pig-killing knife, he is still a good pig.

Toru Asada slipped enough of his instructor's arrangement in his mind, and the roar of his orchestrated object was heard from afar-

"Listen to me, little bunnies—it's forbidden to fight at the police academy, it's forbidden to use guns without permission, it's forbidden to drive privately, and it's forbidden to run to the convenience store in the middle of the night to gather people to make trouble—"

"Don't run out on the street and laugh and make a fuss and embarrass the police academy – boys aren't allowed to wear women's clothes! You are not allowed to run to the school gate in women's clothes and ask for the phone number of the same period——"

Instructor Onizuka's voice paused, like brewing before a storm, Toru Asada listened in the corner, and subconsciously felt a little hairy behind it.

Based on his understanding of his own instructor, the instructor is most likely currently accumulating anger and preparing a wave of big moves to take away the audience.

A thick scolding came after the interlude.

"The lights must be turned off on time at bedtime, and it is especially forbidden to run out of the campus in the middle of the night - if anyone is caught by me going out over the wall at night and carrying takeaways back, all the labor during the school period will be contracted by you-"

The more Onitsuka Hachizo spoke, the more he gritted his teeth, his vicious eyes seemed to be about to devour a group of little rabbit cubs in front of him alive, and he saw a group of well-behaved students in the classroom numb from scalp to toes, secretly wondering which unlucky child touched his old man's moldy head without long eyes.

In the end, it was the famous devil instructor of the police academy who scolded himself, took a deep breath and returned to his usual tone, and there was even a faint pride in his tone.

"But...... Forget it, it's all a bunch of good kids. ”

Instructor Onizuka said this in an unusually low voice, as if he was talking to himself, and his tone couldn't tell if he was talking about the group of people in front of him, or who he remembered when he was scolding.

And he was alluding to some hapless child who was poking his head out of the window on the first floor, lying on the edge of the window and grinning at him.

"Good boy—are you calling me?"

Familiar faces, familiar tones, familiar blood pressure.

At that moment, Onizuka Hachizo regained the feeling of a cerebral hemorrhage. If he's not mistaken, the Search Lesson should be at work by now.

"Let me introduce you, this is the bastard boy who graduated before," Instructor Onizuka frowned, not giving any good looks to the students who suddenly appeared, and it seemed that he even wanted to grab the skin boy in front of him to clear the old accounts, "It's the six of them who caused trouble all day and night during the school period, and made the police academy a mess——"

"—this is called the Age of Miracles." Toru Asada picked up the conversation casually.

He realized that they shouldn't be policemen, they should dye their rainbow-colored hair and make their debut through basketball.

One of them is a golden retriever who doesn't even have to dye his hair, and at most it's a bit of a waste of foundation.

"What the hell are you doing here?" There was some helplessness in the evil expression of the evil god of Onizuka Hachizo, I don't know why, Toru Asada always felt that the unlucky instructor hadn't seen him for two months, and he looked even more fierce-

Also softer......?

The brown-haired young man spread his hands: "Come and review the book." ”

Onizuka Hachizo glared: "I think you want to write a review." ”

"I can't say that, the international call for environmental protection has been very loud recently, and writing less of a review is more of a contribution to the low-carbon cause, and I'm too—ahhhhh

Instructor Onizuka didn't move, he looked at his students as he spoke, raised his head, and then slammed his head directly into the corner of the window, and a large piece of his forehead was scratched, and blood flowed down his fingers.

…… What the hell is this bad thing for?

----

As a result, Toru Asada said that it was still going to be their joint review, and he was blasted all the way into the infirmary by Onizuka Hachizo out of sight and out of mind, and then bombarded by the school infirmary on the grounds that he needed debridement and injections.

Before Onizuka Hachizo could speak, Toru Asada got into the car with the review book that he had deceived from the bitter meat plan, and drove all the way to the Kakudo Central Hospital.

The brown-haired young man can blow a small illness into a major illness with one mouth, and a major illness can become a terminal illness, which deceived the expert doctor who has been deeply involved in the world on the other side for a moment, and he was stunned to open a note for people to stay in the hospital for observation, so that Toru Asada naturally skipped the next day's shift.

- Or maybe the doctor really suspects that something is wrong with the man's brain.

Toru Asada stayed in the hospital until the next day, when the sun was shining brightly and shining warmly, and then he received a call from his boss.

"Return immediately."

It was the first time he had heard the voice of the Twilight Police Department so serious.

Toru Asada drove all the way to the Metropolitan Police Department building, ran into the office, and when he opened the door, he saw Matsuda Jinpei, the unlucky child, wearing a dark and dull suit, and the cigarette in his mouth floated to his sunglasses, and a layer of white mist formed on the sunglasses.

Matsuda Jinhei seemed to calm down overnight, and no matter how closely he looked, he couldn't find the unscrupulous and carefree shadow at the beginning. He didn't know if everyone would be the opposite of what he remembered, or if it was only the person in front of him, but he hated the feeling that people would fade more and more as they lived, and he really hated it.

“......”

“......”

“......”

"Long time no see, Matsuda Jinpei," Toru Asada said after a long time, "a hot knowledge - even if you dress in black and white, you can't be a giant panda - I want to know." ”

It's like drawing a black and white painting with the money of the color man, and it looks like it's really cheap.