Cherry blossoms in April, autumn in September.
In the cool September, there were no Lespedeza in full bloom, but there were sporadic fireworks of fairy wands, which were more beautiful than flowers.
Wearing the official short-sleeved police academy uniform, but wearing black sandals that didn't conform to regulations, Fujiwara Yuu didn't join in the childish activity of waving sparklers, but instead thought it would be nice to sit high up and quietly watch the scene.
Of course, at this time, it would be perfect if you could have a cup of iced lemon tea that you specially made.
He looked down at the group of young people in front of him who were over 22 years old and waving their wands with bright smiles. At first, he felt their childishness and innocence, but after watching them for a long time... he felt that this was a kind of ordinary happiness.
After tonight, September will be over, and they will soon be assigned to different police stations for four-month internships. However, Furuya Rei and Fujiwara Yuu, members of the professional team, will be exempt from the internship stage and will directly go to the police station for three months of practical training. After that, they will be directly assigned to the Metropolitan Police Department and successfully promoted to the position of Inspector in less than a year.
This is also why the personnel in the professional group are the elite among the elites, and their promotion paths are very different from those of the semi-professional and non-professional groups. No matter how good the resumes of the non-professional group are or how many cases they have solved, the most they can achieve before retirement is the position of Superintendent of Police.
However, the professional team is different. Even if they can't solve any cases and fish in troubled waters for seven years, they can still be automatically promoted to Superintendent. Of course, even if they start from Superintendent, the professional team still needs the recommendation of senior management and internal voting to be promoted to a higher position.
So, even if you are in the professional group, if you don't have any "performance" or if you offend the senior officials in the police system, you can only jump around in the rank of Superintendent in your life... This is the reality, there is no humanity at all.
When Fujiwara Yu thought of this, he felt that his future was bleak. He must be a person who would not tolerate even a little bit of sand in his heart. Furukaya Rei, who was as stubborn and serious as himself, would probably offend people easily, right?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but lower his head and smile. It was possible that among them, the one who was promoted the fastest was Yin Dahang from the semi-professional group, and the one who was promoted the slowest was - with Matsuda Jinpei around, no one would dare to compete with him for this position.
In the words of Instructor Onizuka: It's good enough that this brat Matsuda doesn't cause trouble. I'm really afraid that he will become the first police academy student to be dismissed by the Metropolitan Police Department.
Buzz.
The cell phone rang. After seeing the caller ID, Fujiwara Yu quickly stood up and moved as far away from the ground as possible so that his close friends, whose attention was not on him, would not notice that he was on the phone.
People who are secretly in love are always unaware of their own changes. He obviously didn't realize that the moment he answered the phone, his gentle tone was completely different from his usual tone:
"You haven't gone to bed yet at this hour. Did you finish your homework late?"
Lying on the bed and having just finished taking a shower, Akemi Miyano twisted her sore right wrist. She did not tell Fujiwara Yu that in order to save money for the ticket to Dorobiga Land, she had recently rushed to a Western restaurant after school to perform the violin to earn extra money.
After finishing her part-time job, she still has to go home to make ends meet and finish the homework assigned by the teacher. The academic life in the third year of high school is still quite busy. She also plans to work hard to apply for the music major at Nanyang University, and she has to work hard to save some money for university tuition.
"Yeah, I've been having a lot of homework lately." Miyano Akemi picked up the tiger stuffed animal she'd found in the arcade. After hearing some noise, she asked curiously, "Is Fujiwara-kun outside? I didn't expect the lights to be on past ten o'clock."
"I made an appointment with my friends on the rooftop just before graduation. Don't tell our instructor about this, or you will be scolded." Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but count the times he was punished to clean the bathhouse in the past six months. Both hands were not enough to count them.
"Pfft~ I thought Fujiwara-kun was a good student, but I didn't expect him to be such a mischievous kid."
Miyano Akemi feels that she can understand Fujiwara Yu a little better every time they chat, and she likes this feeling very much. I guess when you fall in love with someone, you want to know everything about him.
"So, what do you think of me?"
Fujiwara Yu is very curious about what kind of image he has in Saito Masami's mind. If the real him makes her feel disappointed, will she be unwilling to be friends with him in the future?
A hint of worry flashed in his ultramarine eyes, as if he hadn't had such sensitive thoughts for a long time.
Miyano Akemi on the other end of the phone didn't expect him to ask such a direct question. She instantly stood up from the bed and sat on the edge of the bed with her back straight, looking just like the scene of being randomly checked by the teacher to answer questions in class.
Her left hand rested on her knee, tightening as she spoke, revealing her nervousness and worry.
"When we first met, Fujiwara-kun seemed aloof, but I could tell you were a kindhearted man with a warm heart. And after getting to know you more, I've discovered you have many strengths I can learn from. I've also discovered you have many endearing flaws, like a bit of a clean freak and a bit of a fussiness. But these can also be strengths, showing that you love cleanliness, are serious about your work, and will persevere no matter what."
A soft, melodious voice, accompanied by constant praise, reached his ears through the receiver. The roots of his ears, hidden beneath his jet-black hair, were dyed a vermilion red, like a mountain on fire, gradually becoming so hot that he wanted to cool down with an iced drink.
I didn’t expect to experience such heat at the end of September. It seems that my heart...can’t calm down.
Fujiwara Yu couldn't help but raise his relatively cold hand and press it against his ear, which had stopped heating up. His tone sounded a little awkward:
"I'm not as good as you think. I still have many shortcomings."
"We are not gods in Greek mythology. As human beings, of course we have shortcomings. I don't believe that there are perfect people in this world." After saying these words, Miyano Akemi felt relieved. She lay back on her small bed, looked at the ceiling and expressed her views. She also wanted to convey that everything she had just said was true.
Miyano Akemi has never believed in the word "perfection." Even a product in a shop window will be criticized by different people. So-called perfect people are carefully packaged personas, just like over-packaged goods. The packaging is gorgeous and expensive, but after unpacking, you find that the interior is not worth the price at all.
So in her eyes, people with flaws are more real and pure.
Fujiwara Yu didn't expect that she had such insights at such a young age. He raised his eyebrows and wanted to say something else, but he found that the five guys waving fairy wands stopped making noise at some point and actually looked at him in unison.
"I, I'm going to hang up first. Go to bed early and we'll talk tomorrow!"
"Why?"
Miyano Akemi originally thought she had said something wrong, but after hearing the noise of several boys before the call was about to be hung up, she understood why Fujiwara Yuu hung up the phone.
Maybe it's because you're shy?
You're really cute, Fujiwara-kun.
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