April 1st.
It is the first day of April, April Fool's Day that some people look forward to, and it is also Fujiwara Yu's birthday.
It was dawn, and the wind blew the bedroom curtains open, letting sunlight stream into the dimly lit room. Fujiwara Yuu, dressed in a dark grey pajamas, sat up on the edge of the bed, hesitating to make the next move. A thin layer of sweat on his forehead suggested he had just had an unpleasant dream.
He dragged his weary body to the cloakroom nearby, took out some sportswear, and changed into it. He then went to the inner room on the second floor. This was the gym his father had prepared for him. Even though the equipment was state-of-the-art, it looked outdated to him.
After jogging on the treadmill for half an hour with self-discipline, he went downstairs to the archery ground for morning Iaido training.
After nearly two hours of training, the dirty clothes soaked with sweat were put into the washing machine.
He took a cold shower while doing laundry, then walked into the cloakroom again and stared at the clothes in the closet.
Fujiwara Yu pulled his left hand out of his trouser pocket, and his slender fingers moved flexibly to make a five-yen coin roll continuously. This was something he liked to do when thinking.
Just as his fingers became nimbler, his brain also began to work faster.
"For an interview, it's better to wear something more formal."
He has also learned the essence of the typical soliloquy of men living alone, asking and answering questions by themselves.
Looking at himself in the mirror with a simple combination of shirt and formal suit, Fujiwara Yu felt like he was back at the Touto University graduation ceremony last September.
He reached out to tie his dark blue tie, and as he passed the bathroom, he used the power of wind to take the washed clothes out of the washing machine and put them into the dryer. He then walked towards the kitchen and opened the cupboard, which was filled with instant cup noodles of different flavors.
What flavor of instant noodles should I eat today? This is his most troublesome question every day.
I'm already tired of convenience store sandwiches. Besides, there wasn't anything delicious to eat in convenience stores in 1996.
Human beings are working hard to develop technology, and busy people in big cities don’t care about how to optimize their three meals a day. They just want to free up more time for work - keep it simple.
Fujiwara Yu closed his eyes and casually took out a bucket. When he looked closely, he found that it was the same one he had for lunch the day before. He chose to accept his fate and skillfully began to boil water and make instant noodles. In less than ten minutes, he successfully solved the problem of food and clothing.
The weather forecast on the morning news indicated that it would not rain. After enjoying breakfast, Fujiwara Yu sorted the garbage, took the clothes out of the dryer and hung them indoors, then rushed to the interview location.
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The Metropolitan Police Department of Japan is located at 2-1-1, Beika-cho, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo. It has convenient transportation and is the police department in charge of Tokyo's public security. It is also known as "Sakurada Gate".
Fujiwara Yu, who had never committed a crime or experienced a criminal case, was naturally here for the first time. He looked up at the tall building of the Metropolitan Police Department and thought of his father who also worked in a place similar to this, and an inexplicable respect arose in his heart.
He bowed politely to the security guard at the door and took out the interview notice from his shoulder bag.
"Hello, I'm here for an interview."
After confirming that the ID photo on the interview notice matched my information, the security officer smiled amiably, pointed toward the glass door above the stairs, and replied:
"The interview location is in the lounge on the first floor. Turn left after entering the door and you will see the queue."
"OK, thanks."
I had never been to the Metropolitan Police Department in my previous life, so naturally I had no idea what the furnishings inside were like.
But in Fujiwara Yu's imagination, he always felt that busy police officers would not have time to take care of their appearance, so he simply thought that the environment inside the Metropolitan Police Department should be quite bad, such as cigarette butts all over the floor, and the male detectives would smell of cigarettes.
However, when he walked into the lobby on the first floor of the Metropolitan Police Department, he realized that his impression of the police was too stereotyped.
There were no cigarette butts on the gray-white tile floor, only the footprints of leather shoes left by the logistics staff who did not wipe them dry in time after mopping the floor.
The male and female detectives, dressed in police uniforms or professional suits, had no unpleasant odors on their bodies. Only a few of them had messy hair, but judging from their bloodshot eyes, they probably did not have time to rest after the all-night surveillance and went straight back to the bureau to report.
Fujiwara Yuu stopped looking and walked to the end of the line. Two boys in front of him, who were about the same age as him, were chatting casually. From their conversation, it could be concluded that they had a very close relationship and had definitely been together for more than five years.
"Next one, please come in."
After waiting in line for half an hour, it was finally the turn of the curly-haired boy in front of me to go for the interview.
Fujiwara Yu, who was standing at the door waiting, was drowsy. The sleepiness that had been lingering last night suddenly came to his mind at the critical moment. He reached out and pinched the flesh on his waist to cheer himself up.
But what cheered him up was not the pain in his waist, but what the curly-haired boy inside the door said.
"Reason? Haha, the reason I want to become a police officer is to beat up the boss of the Metropolitan Police Department! Mr. Interviewer, why are you looking at me like that? Do I need to repeat it a second time?"
Fujiwara Yuu almost doubted his hearing. Was this really not an auditory hallucination? No, this natural curl might be in the late stage of Chuunibyou and has not yet recovered, so it ran out and ran wild.
The young man with medium-long hair who had finished the interview and received the acceptance letter covered his face directly. He wanted to distance himself from the guy who threatened to beat up the Superintendent of Police.
"...Xiao Zhenping, I didn't expect you to actually say that."
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