Fujiwara Yo, who walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department, was a little confused, and it stands to reason that the interviewer would give him a few questions next, but why did he give himself the admission letter directly after introducing himself.

No, to be precise, the interviewer opened the drawer when he heard his name.

So you are the object of attention from the top management of the Metropolitan Police Department? Will it be the first-place entrance result?

Fujiwara shook his head, feeling that there was no need to waste time here, he walked briskly to the side of the road to solicit a taxi, and at this stage, it was better to go home and pack his bags and leave for the police academy in Fuchu City.

Take a taxi, arrive at your destination, pay and get off.

As soon as he put his wallet away, he found a light blue cloth bag in front of the house, and he could only approach vigilantly until he was sure what was inside.

But when you see the handwriting on the sticky notes on the outside of the bag, you know it's not a dangerous item.

[Today, the school organized a visit to the art exhibition in Chiba Prefecture, so I sent the newly developed dessert in advance.] I have made a call but found that it is turned off, and I will contact me by text message when I get it. PS: I didn't expect Fujiwara-kun to go out so early. ]

Fujiwara Yu walked home with a cloth bag, and took out the lunch box inside without even washing his hands.

He was still thinking about how to tell Masami Saito that he was about to enter the semi-closed police academy, and he was afraid that he would not be able to meet again in the future.

Fujiwara Yu took out a flip phone that he basically didn't use on weekdays, and after repeatedly considering the words, he sent the first text message in his life. Who made the previous life in the era, technology has been developed to the point that cars are running in the sky, people are not using mobile phones to communicate, only need a watch phone to form a virtual image exchange.

Even text communication only needs voice input to recognize 5651 different languages, and 100% restore your meaning and send it to the other party's mobile phone, which is very convenient and does not charge.

And now I only have phone calls with my father, and I haven't sent a single text message that can leave a record.

[Fujiwara Yu: Hello, I'm Fujiwara Yu, and I've received the lunch box, so I'll enjoy it.] ]

[Fujiwara Yoshi: Actually, I also have something I want to tell you today, I was going to look for you at school, but I didn't expect you to come to me first.] ]

After sending the text message, Fujiwara Yu didn't realize that he still had the "bad habit" of chatting on social software, and habitually clicked to send it directly after typing.

In the bus on the way to Chiba Prefecture, Akemi Miyano, who felt the vibration of her mobile phone, took it out of her pocket, and when she saw that the note was "Fujiwara-kun", she immediately clicked on the text message to check it.

At the beginning of the book, there was a serious self-introduction at the door.,The text style has a feeling like a teacher reporting on the recent class learning.,It's really Fujiwara-kun's style.。

[Masami Saito: It seems that Fujiwara-kun is in a hurry?] It doesn't hurt to say so. (๑╹◡╹๑)ﾉ]

Fujiwara Yoshi, who is being edited, feels strange when he sees the strange symbol at the end.,It looks a bit like a human face.,But the meaning is unclear.,It's clear that this is an over-the-top content that is beyond the scope of the old adult who has the attribute of "antique" and doesn't understand the fashion trend of young people.

[Fujiwara Yoshi: Is the last string of symbols in the text message a modern password?] Sorry, I couldn't decipher what it means. ]

Akemi Miyano almost laughed out loud when she saw the content of this text message, and her smile was caught by the double ponytail girl next to her, and she showed an ambiguous expression and gossiped:

"Masami, something is wrong with you~~"

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

As a good table mate and good friend of Masami Saito, Kakizaki Sayuri seems to be an experienced person who has come over, patting his best friend's shoulder and saying earnestly:

"Hey, I get it. I don't want to reveal my relationship to others, I want to create a sense of haze, youth is so good! ”

Miyano Akemi reacted to what Kakizaki Sayuri was talking about, she blushed slightly and waved her hand:

"No, I'm not in that kind of relationship with Fujiwara-kun, it's just..."

"It's just that you have a crush on him, but you don't know if he feels for you?"

Akemi Miyano instantly turned into a beanie, and she didn't expect that her careful thoughts would be seen through. But she quickly found a way to change the subject, and asked rhetorically:

"Sha Youli, why do you understand so well? Won't you be secretly carrying me behind your back... Well? ”

"Nothing! I don't like those stinky boys! Kakizaki Sayuri said with a big grin, of course, he deliberately lowered his voice so that he could not be heard by the rest of his class.

Akemi Miyano just smiled and didn't debunk it, she had already found out that her best friend had a crush on the vice president of the school's baseball club, and the other party didn't want to say that she naturally chose to pretend to be stupid and didn't know.

[Masami Saito: It's not a new password, it's an emoji, doesn't it look like a face?] If Fujiwara-kun has the conditions, you can log in to the browser with your computer and search for it! ]

On the other side, Fujiwara Yu, who had already taken out the scratch paper to check the calculation, picked it up at the speed of light after hearing the vibration of the mobile phone, and saw the content of the text message, and his ears became hot without fighting, not because he was shy, but because he felt ashamed and embarrassed by his "ignorance".

He...... What strange things are they all saying.

Fujiwara threw the scratch paper full of formulas into the trash, walked briskly towards the study, opened the laptop that he didn't want to use on weekdays, and under the torture of the tractor-like network speed, he struggled to open the Netscape Navigator browser page, and typed in "emojis" to try to learn the domain knowledge he didn't understand.

After seeing the concise content on the Netscape Navigator browser, he said that he preferred Wikipedia with detailed content. But Wikipedia was still a few years away, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, holding back the idea of rapid technological progress.

[Fujiwara Yoshi: I see, I gained new knowledge.|•'-'•)✧]

Poof, I didn't expect Fujiwara-kun to really search for "emojis", and the emoji at the end of this is like a show: Teacher, I've learned, do you see I'm using it correctly?

[Fujiwara Yoshi: To get back to business, what I want to tell you is that I'm going to enter a semi-closed police academy from today, so it should be difficult to see each other again.] ]

When Akemi Miyano saw the second text message, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and a subtle depression spontaneously appeared in her heart. At the same time, I was a little surprised that Fujiwara-kun, who was two years older than me, had already graduated from college and passed the civil service exam to become an excellent reserve policeman.

Suddenly, there was a feeling that he was far away from him.

But when I clicked on the third text message, my mood was like a pair of gentle hands that cleared up the fog in front of me. The sense of distance that had just been condensed disappeared in an instant.

[Fujiwara Yoshi: So I would venture to ask, can I call you often in the future?] ]

He even used the word "future".

Akemi Miyano did not hesitate, quickly pressed the keypad of the mobile phone, and gave a reply.

[Masami Saito: Of course, I'm looking forward to hearing from Fujiwara-kun and seeing each other again in the future.] ]

Fujiwara Yo breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the reply, and the melancholy between his eyebrows drifted away with this "expectation".

In a happy mood, he picked up the knife and fork and enjoyed the small dessert placed in the lunch box, the cake was fluffy and dense, and the aroma of Earl Grey black tea could be clearly tasted in the mouth, and the sweetness was within the range he could accept.

What surprised him was that the filling of the cake turned out to be a lemon-flavored pudding, and the slightly sour taste was like the freshness of drinking cold carbonated soda in midsummer, and it was even more delicious when paired with the cake body.

Fujiwara Yoshi, who doesn't like desserts, also had a feeling of unfinished for the second time, and the first time was naturally to give his favorite edamame butter cream Daifuku, which was always the first in his mind for desserts.

The phone on the desktop vibrated and he couldn't help but smile when he saw the text message.

[Masami Saito: Actually, I found out a long time ago that Fujiwara-kun doesn't like very sweet sweets, so I deliberately improved the method of hot lemon pudding cake and incorporated your favorite iced lemon tea as much as possible, and I don't know if you like it or not.] ]

His eyes fell on the water droplets condensed on the surface of the bento box due to the temperature difference, no wonder it was cold when she ate it, and she could have refrigerated it in the refrigerator.

Should she be smart or careful? Or both.

Fujiwara Yu picked up his phone to write a suitable food review, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the calendar hanging on the wall in front of him, and when he saw the small black text in the blank space next to him, he remembered that it was his birthday.

[Happy 20th birthday, cake and gifts are owed first.] Sorry to disappoint you again. ]

Was it my father's handwriting, written when I came home last year? I didn't even find out now.

He looked down and smiled, remembering the scene when he first met her, and muttered:

"Father, maybe she's the best birthday present for me."

Fujiwara Yu looked at the special hot lemon pudding cake that he had already eaten, did this mean that he had received a gift and had a birthday cake?

His slender fingers flicked on the buttons of his phone, and when the paragraphs of text were finally sent, he kept only two words.

That's it.

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