"Stop talking nonsense and shoot me quickly. I can't stand it anymore. You keep finding useless excuses for me." Onizuka Hachizo cursed in his heart that this guy was really giving him trouble. Before he took a few steps, he heard Fujiwara's exclamation. Turning around, he exclaimed, "Wow, that guy!"
In just a few seconds, the revolver was torn into pieces. Onizuka Hachizo felt that he was about to develop high blood pressure even if he didn't have it. This was a real gun used as a teaching aid, so how could this brat take it apart so easily!
"There's really something wrong with this revolver aligner. The axis of the barrel and the revolver are misaligned. No wonder I can't hit the target." Jinpei Matsuda started tinkering with the revolver he had disassembled, holding a pair of pliers, completely ignoring Instructor Onizuka who was clenching his fists and trying to suppress his anger behind him.
"Matsuda! Put it back together right now!!!"
Onizuka Hachizo felt that he could retire early after teaching for eight years. Otherwise, if another group of students like him came, he would be so angry that even Mount Fuji would not be able to bear it and would erupt a hundred or a thousand years early.
He still felt it wasn't enough after shouting this, so he put his hands on his hips and looked at the students who had stopped shooting and were looking here, and shouted:
"The shooting training ends here. Everyone return your equipment. Matsuda, you stand right there!"
Hagiwara Kenji secretly felt lucky. The cessation of shooting training meant he didn't have to run laps on the playground. He couldn't help but whistle and give Matsuda a thumbs-up, saying in a cheerful tone:
"Xiao Zhenping, thank you for your old illness. You really saved my life."
Matsuda rolled his eyes to show that he was too lazy to pay attention, but Morobushi Kagemitsu beside him was very curious. He took off his shooting earmuffs and asked curiously:
"What do you mean by old troubles?"
"Little Jinpei loves to take things apart. From childhood to adulthood, no matter what it is, as long as it falls into his hands, it will be torn into pieces. So he knows a lot about machinery, especially bombs." Hagiwara Kenji, who was his childhood friend, explained.
Is it really a Husky with a demolition personality, or a rare curly-haired breed? Fujiwara Yuu heard this after returning the pistol. He looked at Matsuda and asked:
"I think you could join the explosive ordnance disposal class. If you love taking things apart so much, you could defuse bombs."
"Huh, that's what I thought. But I kind of hate protective suits. They're heavy, stuffy, and smell of sweat. They're as uncomfortable as kendo uniforms." Matsuda Jinpei complained mercilessly.
"That's true. It would be nice if we could defuse bombs without wearing protective clothing," Hagiwara Kenji agreed.
"You can't do this without wearing protective clothing. Even if it hurts, you have to protect yourself when defusing the bomb. Don't let the instructor hear this, or he'll scold you again." Fujiwara Yuu reminded them.
"Fujiwara is right. Everyone else, get moving! Don't just stand there. Go and hand in the teaching supplies."
"yes."
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