"Hey, hey, hey! This guy Furuya is incredible!"

"Nice! Get some fried noodles and bread!"

“Zero?!”

Human joys and sorrows are not the same. Fujiwara Yu looked at Matsuda Jinpei with a smile, and felt inexplicably happy when he thought that he was about to be in debt for twenty fried noodles and bread.

Is it possible that the trait of being treacherous is contagious? It really applies to the Chinese saying: "If you keep company with vermilion, you'll become red; if you keep company with ink, you'll become black"—if you spend a long time with someone who's treacherous, you'll also become treacherous.

However, after the fight ended, Date Kou was not happy. He took off his face protector and said, "Although the requirement is to suppress the opponent without hurting him, the premise is that you can suppress the opponent."

Ida Kou, who had taken off his facial protector, frowned deeply and said in an unhappy tone, "I'm very disappointed in you, Furuya. Why didn't you attack my knee at that time? Why did you hesitate? If this was a real arrest scene, you would have been seriously injured and the suspect would have escaped!"

The students watching all showed surprised expressions, including Fujiwara Yu, who did not expect the class monitor to react so strongly. If it were him... he would probably choose to avoid the class monitor's injured knee and look for an opportunity to attack.

"You can't be soft-hearted when dealing with vicious criminals. If you let them see your weaknesses, they'll take advantage and force you into a corner. In the end, the worst possible outcome, like my dad's, awaits you."

"You can't practice justice unless you become stronger than everyone else!!"

Fujiwara Yuu keenly grasped the word "dad", which means that the squad leader became so obsessed with it because of his father's failure? If I remember correctly, the squad leader's father seemed to be a policeman.

Ida Kou turned around and took a few steps. He noticed that the atmosphere was not right, but he still did not think he was wrong. He looked at Furuya Rei, who was sitting on the ground and looking at him, and asked in a deep voice:

"What's wrong? Did I just say something wrong?"

“…Um, no.”

After seeing this scene, Onizuka Hachizo couldn't help but sigh. He knew why Date Ko said that. After all, the student file clearly recorded the case from more than ten years ago, and that group of vicious criminals were members of the organization that the police had been investigating - the Mud Society.

It is not easy to wipe out the Nichan Society. The scale of this criminal organization is not small. It is only known that the senior executive currently active in Tokyo is named Kidōnafu. He was responsible for several unsolved kidnapping and extortion cases, but his anti-reconnaissance capabilities are very good, so he has not been arrested until now.

"Today's arrest training ends here. Now it's free time. Dismissed!"

"yes!"

When Onizuka Hachizo thought of the Dolphin Club members who had been arrested earlier, he couldn't help but look at Fujiwara Yu and Matsuda Jinpei who were taking off their protective gear. He was vaguely worried that the Dolphin Club boss who had not been arrested would retaliate against his students.

Alas, he sighed deeply again, feeling that Tokyo has not been peaceful in recent years.

Are those guys hiding in the deep tunnels finally unable to bear the loneliness and ready to come out and show their skills?

With his hands behind his back, Hachizo Onizuka left the martial arts gym with a heavy heart. He could only pray that his students would not be exposed to the extremely dark side... because he was worried that they, who were so righteous, would lose their lives because of it.

After changing back into his police academy uniform, Hagiwara Kenji looked at Furuya Rei, who was standing in front of the locker in a daze. He smiled, reached out and patted him, saying comfortingly:

"Xiao Yugu, the squad leader's words weren't directed at you. They were probably related to his father. Don't take it to heart. Given the squad leader's personality, he'll apologize to you soon."

"I don't take this matter to heart. I'm just thinking about what to eat for dinner later." Fūya Ling shook his head to indicate that he was fine. He was not such a fragile person. Besides, there was nothing wrong with what the squad leader said. If they were to be lenient towards the criminals in actual situations, the consequences would be disastrous.

"You act as if you can decide what dinner is? You just have to leave it to fate and eat whatever the chef cooks." Matsuda Jinpei said unhappily, while thinking in his mind how to ask Fujiwara, the richest among them, to borrow money.

He started the gambling game himself, so it's his own fault that his wallet is empty... Oh, people really shouldn't gamble.

A few days ago, Fujiwara Yu heard Matsuda say that he didn't have enough living expenses because of buying cigarettes. Being considerate, he deliberately walked at the end of the team, took out two banknotes from his wallet, and poked Matsuda in the back.

Jinpei Matsuda, understanding, mouthed his thanks, then flirted with Kenji Hagiwara:

"Come on, let's go shopping at the store before going to the cafeteria. Class monitor, won't you come with us?"

Yi Dahang was stunned for a moment. He still felt a little embarrassed, so he scratched his cheek and said embarrassedly:

"I have to call Natalie, you guys go ahead."

"OK! I'll bring you your favorite sausage bread!"

"Thank you!"

——

The Metropolitan Police Academy cafeteria creates a variety of nutritious and delicious dishes every day, a skill that is also a chef's skill. Fujiwara Yu, who has never tried cooking but is very picky about his taste, was holding his main course of fried tofu udon noodles, setting down his plate and pulling out his chair.

Since Date Kou was off to call his girlfriend, the seat across from him was vacant today, which was a bit of a turnoff for Fujiwara Yuu. He clasped his hands together and carefully untied the disposable chopsticks. As someone with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, he hated the idea of ​​bending the disposable chopsticks crookedly while eating.

"Fujiwara-chan, are you sure you don't want to go motorcycle racing with us tonight?" asked Hagiwara Kenji.

"I don't want to go. I'm not interested in motorcycles." Although Fujiwara Yu has passed both the car and motorcycle driver's licenses, he prefers the former because the four tires provide a stronger sense of security.

"That's such a pity. I heard there's a gigolo club nearby. I wanted to take you there to see the world. I'm really curious about what it's like inside!" Hagiwara Kenji said with a hint of regret.

Sitting across from him, Fūya Rei nearly spit out his noodle soup. He swallowed it with difficulty and said speechlessly:

"Why would you go to a store like that? You'll probably be misunderstood."

"I'm just curious. Haha, I was just joking. You're really serious, little Jyouya!"

Sitting next to him, Matsuda Jinpei also had a wary expression. Could there really be something wrong with his own girl? The thought of boys visiting a male escort club or something like that was too beautiful to imagine.

Fujiwara Yuu automatically tuned out Hagiwara Kenji's bizarre remarks and calmly took a sip of the noodle soup. The seemingly bland soy sauce broth was anything but simple. The savory flavor of classic Japanese dashi broth was palpable, with a sweet aftertaste. Clearly, the addition of light soy sauce and mirin, essential to Japanese cuisine, gave the broth a richness and depth of flavor.

The handmade udon noodles have a very smooth texture. When you slurp them into your mouth, take a bite of the fried tofu soaked in soup. Fujiwara Yu finally understands why the fox, the servant of the Inari God, likes fried tofu so much. It is a delicious delicacy when paired with udon noodles.

After finishing the last mouthful of noodle soup, he put down his chopsticks contentedly and whispered:

"Thank you for the hospitality."