Fujiwara Yu was a little confused when he walked out of the Metropolitan Police Department. Logically, the interviewer would ask him a few more questions, but why did he just give him the admission letter after the self-introduction?
No, to be precise, the interviewer opened the drawer after hearing his own name.
So, he was the target of the Metropolitan Police Department's high-ranking officials' attention? Was it because of his top-ranked entrance exam score?
Fujiwara Yu shook his head, feeling that there was no need to waste time here. He walked briskly to the roadside to hail a taxi. At this stage, he should go home and pack his luggage to set off for the police academy in Fuchu City.
Take a taxi, arrive at your destination, pay and get off.
He had just put his wallet away when he noticed a light blue cloth bag placed in front of his house. Before he was sure what was inside, he could only approach it cautiously.
But when I saw the words on the note outside the bag, I knew it was not a dangerous item.
[Today, our school organized a trip to Chiba Prefecture to visit an art exhibition, so I sent over some of my newly developed desserts in advance. I tried to call, but it's off. Remember to text me when you get it. PS: I didn't expect Fujiwara-kun to be out so early.]
Fujiwara Yu walked home carrying the cloth bag and took out the lunch box without even washing his hands.
He was still thinking about how to tell Saito Masami that he was about to enter a semi-closed police academy, and he was afraid that they would not be able to meet on future Sundays.
Fujiwara Yu pulled out his rarely used flip phone and, after carefully considering his words, sent his first text message. In his previous life, technology had advanced to the point where cars could fly, and people no longer used phones to communicate; they could simply use their watches and phones for virtual communication.
Even for text communication, you only need to input your voice to recognize 5651 different languages, and send your meaning to the other party's mobile phone 100%. It is very convenient and free of charge.
Moreover, now I only communicate with my father by phone, and I have never sent a single text message that could leave a record.
[Fujiwara Yuu: Hello, I'm Fujiwara Yuu. I've received your lunch box and will enjoy it.]
[Fujiwara Yuu: Actually, I also have something I want to tell you today. I was planning to go to school to find you, but I didn’t expect you to come to me first.]
After sending the text message, Fujiwara Yuu was completely unaware that he still retained the "bad habit" of chatting on social software, and habitually clicked send directly after typing a sentence.
On the bus on the way to Chiba Prefecture, Miyano Akemi felt her cell phone vibrate and took it out of her pocket. After seeing the note was "Fujiwara-kun", she immediately clicked on the text message to check.
At the beginning, I saw the serious self-introduction. The writing style also felt like a teacher reporting on the recent class learning situation. It is really Fujiwara-kun's style.
Saito Masami: Fujiwara-kun, you seem to have something urgent to say? Feel free to tell me. (?????)?
Fujiwara Yu, who was editing the article, felt strange when he saw the strange symbol at the end. It looked a bit like a human face, but the meaning was unclear. It was obvious that this was an out-of-scope content that an old-fashioned teenager who did not understand the fashion trends of young people could not understand.
[Fujiwara Yuu: Is the string of characters at the end of the message a new type of password? Sorry, I couldn't decipher its meaning.]
Miyano Akemi almost laughed out loud when she saw the content of this text message. Her expression of trying not to laugh was noticed by the girl with twin pigtails next to her. She made an ambiguous expression and gossiped:
"Yami, there's something wrong with you~~"
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
As Saito Masami's good deskmate and good friend, Kakizaki Sayuri seemed like an experienced person. She patted her bestie's shoulder and said earnestly:
"Hey, I understand. The reason I don't want to reveal my relationship to anyone is because I want to create a sense of mystery. Youth is so beautiful!"
Miyano Akemi finally realized what Kakizaki Sayuri was talking about. She blushed slightly and waved her hands.
"No, Fujiwara-kun and I are not in that kind of relationship, it's just..."
"It's just that you have a crush on him, but you don't know if he has any feelings for you?"
Miyano Akemi's eyes instantly turned into small eyes. She didn't expect that her little thoughts would be seen through. But she was smart and quickly found a way to change the subject. She asked back:
"Sayuri, how come you know so much? Are you secretly telling me...huh?"
"No way! I don't like those arrogant boys!" Kakizaki Sayuri said carelessly, but of course she deliberately lowered her voice so that other classmates would not hear her.
Miyano Akemi just smiled and didn't expose her. She had long discovered that her best friend had a crush on the vice-president of the school baseball club. Since the other party was unwilling to say anything, she naturally chose to pretend to be ignorant.
[Saito Masami: This isn't a new password, it's an emoji. Don't they look like a face? Fujiwara-kun, if you have the conditions, you can log in to your browser and search on your computer!]
On the other side, Fujiwara Yu, who had already taken out a draft paper to check his calculations, picked up his phone at the speed of light when he heard it vibrate. When he saw the content of the text message, his ears started to burn. It was not because he was shy, but because he felt ashamed and embarrassed by his own "ignorance".
He... is saying some weird things.
Fujiwara Yu threw the draft paper full of formulas into the trash can, walked quickly to the study, opened the laptop that he usually didn't want to use, and under the torture of the Internet speed as fast as a tractor plowing the land, he opened the Netscape Navigator browser page with difficulty and typed "emoticons" in an attempt to learn knowledge in a field he didn't understand.
After seeing the concise content on Netscape Navigator, he said he preferred the detailed content of Wikipedia. However, Wikipedia was still a few years away from being established, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and suppress his desire for rapid technological progress.
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