After the heavy equipment training, it was time for the cultural classes, which caused the students in the class to look like they were dozing off.
There is no way. I was just training on the playground, and the motor in my body suddenly stopped working, which made me feel listless. The sound of cicadas outside the window made me feel even more sleepy in spring, tired in autumn and nappy in summer.
Whether it is spring, summer, autumn or winter, humans always feel sleepy.
After a long day of training, dinner is always highly anticipated.
Although Fujiwara Yuu doesn't like eating fish, he can still eat shellfish. For example, abalone, although its name contains the word "fish", belongs to the genus Abalone of the family Abaloneidae.
Just like today's dinner is clam pasta, clams belong to the family Clamidae of the phylum Mollusca, which he can accept. In other words, he just doesn't accept all fish creatures with the main characteristics of fish, not that he hates eating seafood.
"Matsuda, what are you doing?"
As soon as Fujiwara Yu sat down, he heard Morofushi Kagemitsu's surprised voice. He looked to the side curiously and found that Matsuda Jinpei actually poured the curry sauce in the small dish directly onto the clam pasta, turning it into a new "dark dish".
"Haven't you ever had curry seafood pasta? I tried it once in a Thai restaurant before, and it tasted very good." Matsuda Jinpei calmly picked up the fork and stirred the pasta slightly. After taking a small bite, he showed a satisfied smile. It turned out that curry is invincible and versatile.
"You should at least respect the cafeteria chef. The aunt who always gives you more food will cry." Fūya Rei put down the plate with a smile and teased.
"It's not like I made it taste bad, as long as it tastes good, that's all."
Fujiwara Yuu initially wanted to follow suit, but ended up pouring the curry broth over a small bowl of rice. He personally prefers the original combination. However, the Japanese use of pasta as a side dish to achieve a perfect carbohydrate-carb combo would surely shock Italians.
It's like sprinkling fruit on a pizza made by an Italian chef.
The garlic and shallots are sautéed in olive oil to bring out their natural sweetness, but the authenticity of this dish lies in the choice of wine. Italian chefs often choose dry white wine to bring out the clams' natural marine flavor and add just the right amount of acidity. A pinch of black pepper, fine salt, and lemon juice completes the dish.
Of course, the chef in the cafeteria today was quite particular, and he even garnished the dish with chopped parsley to make the presentation more beautiful.
Fujiwara Yuu skillfully used a fork to roll up the right amount of pasta and put it into his mouth. The delicious soup wrapped around the noodles, with sweet shallots and charred garlic, and the aftertaste was sour but not astringent.
The clam meat hidden between the noodles is plump and firm, and it incorporates its own flavor into the sauce, which is truly a hidden talent.
"By the way, Matsuda, when the motorcycle skills training just ended, I seemed to see an uncle chatting with you. What does he do? Is he an instructor in casual clothes?" Ida Hang took a big sip of iced barley tea. He had almost finished eating, but he didn't leave first. Instead, he was curious about what he had seen before.
"Oh, he's here to recruit us," Matsuda Jinpei said, smiling as he took a bite of his improved curry clam pasta. His tone was filled with excitement. "He asked Hagi and I if we were interested in joining the Security Department. Of course I said yes, as it's the department I'm most interested in: Security Section 1! But Hagi didn't agree outright. He said he needed to think about it."
Security Department? Security Section One?
Fujiwara Yuu couldn't help but frown after hearing this. You know, in addition to the Special Assault Team (SAT), the First Security Division also has the Mobile Team, which is the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Team.
He recalled what Hagiwara had said and understood why he and Matsuda had made different choices when they received the invitation.
Because that's the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Unit, a place a hundred times more dangerous than the Criminal Division. If you're not careful... you'll be left with nothing. So Hagiwara would choose to consider it, after all, no one is not afraid of death.
"Is it the explosive ordnance disposal team?" Yi Dahang also keenly realized something and asked.
Matsuda Jinpei shoveled the pasta into his mouth, drank the iced barley tea in one gulp, raised his arm and wiped the corner of his mouth. He nodded and said:
"Yes, it's the explosive ordnance disposal class. I've been interested in disassembly and reassembly since I was a child. There's no reason not to join if I get an invitation, right?"
Hearing this, everyone put down their chopsticks and even their expressions gradually became serious. There was no reason not to take such a topic seriously.
Hagiwara Kenji knew he couldn't avoid this topic. He reached out and moved the water cup in front of him, restraining the frivolous feeling he occasionally showed on a daily basis, and even changed the way he addressed Kotsuguran:
"Matsuda, I say... aren't you scared? That's the explosive ordnance disposal team."
The explosive ordnance disposal squad is like an invitation to the unknown, and not everyone possesses the self-sacrificing spirit to become a police officer. Everyone's choices are different, just as Jinpei Matsuda accepted the invitation without hesitation, while Kenji Hagiwara chose to put the brakes on and pause to observe the road ahead.
Perhaps it was the family changes that made Kenji Hagiwara think more than before. He always had a feeling that when everything was going well, it might be a reminder that there was a cliff ahead and it was time to brake.
So he needs a sufficient reason to convince himself, only in this way will he choose to go towards the answer that he has already determined in his heart.
"If I say I'm not afraid, I'd be lying. But I've always been interested in the explosive ordnance disposal team..." Matsuda Jinpei leaned back in the dining chair, pretended to pause, then slowly opened his eyes. He looked firmly at Hagiwara Kenji sitting across from him and smiled, "Besides, I only have the accelerator on me!"
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