The Metropolitan Police Academy is located at 3-15-1, Asahi-cho, Fuchu-shi, Tokyo.
Every April and October, a group of new students will arrive. In order to become a qualified police officer, they will receive specialized education and training in this professional training school.
A bright yellow taxi slowly pulled up across the street from the Police Academy. The driver, dressed in a professional uniform, gave the change and cheered on the new students with a smile.
"Keep going, my son is also a policeman!"
Fujiwara Yuu clearly heard the pride in the driver's tone. He took the change and gave a standard military salute. Even though he didn't show much emotion, he expressed his sincere gratitude:
"Well, thank you uncle, I will try my best."
Fujiwara Yu took out his luggage from the trunk and stood at the intersection waiting for the red light to end.
There are cherry trees planted on both sides of the road. April is the season when cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere.
He stood at the foot of the tree, his head tilted, carefully examining the five-petaled, pale pink cherry blossoms. His first reaction wasn't to the old movie "5 Centimeters Per Second," a favorite in his past life, but to the cherry blossom emblem on his police badge.
By the way, the tree in my yard is about to bloom.
Unfortunately, there is no way to see it.
The red light turned green, and Fujiwara Yu dragged his suitcase across the road to the main gate of the police academy. He stretched out his hands and handed the admission letter to the police officer standing guard at the door.
The police officer took it and carefully checked it. After confirming that there was no problem, he saluted and said:
"Please go to the freshman reception on the first floor of the teaching building immediately for a physical examination!"
Fujiwara Yu bowed politely, then strode towards... where?
He was too embarrassed to ask the police officer for directions, so he had to bite the bullet and walk towards the school. He just had to find a building that looked like a teaching building.
Unfortunately, reality is very cruel. When he saw three buildings with exactly the same appearance and structure and no door plaques appear in front of him, he fell into autism.
Fujiwara Yuu was like a student who didn't know how to choose the answer to a multiple-choice question in an exam. After making a mental list, he started walking towards the building in the middle.
Just as he took two steps, a gentle voice sounded from behind him.
"That's the instructor's office building."
When Fujiwara Yuu turned around, he smiled slightly and pointed to the building on the left, explaining:
"You're a freshman, right? The teaching building is the one on the left."
He has short black hair, no earrings or tattoos, and is wearing a police uniform. He looks a little older than himself. He knows the school so well, so he must be a senior who didn't pass the assessment last October.
"Thank you, senior."
After a simple thank you, Fujiwara Yu walked towards the teaching building.
Little did he know that after he left, a boy with "dyed" light blond hair and a police uniform walked out. He looked at the black-haired boy who was standing there in thought and asked doubtfully:
"Hiro, what are you standing here in a daze for?"
"No, I just saw that top student who's tied for first place with you." The black-haired boy thought of what he had just seen and chuckled softly, "He's quite interesting. He just treated me like a senior."
"Really? Then I hope they're in the same class, so we can compare our strengths in other areas."
"Your desire to win is as strong as ever, Zero."
After passing a series of physical examinations, Fujiwara Yu, who had already walked far away, successfully changed into the light blue police academy uniform he had always dreamed of in a temporarily planned locker room. Even the navy blue jacket uniform fit him well.
"Fujiwara, please take your name tag and go to your classroom."
"Yes, thank you."
The metal name tag has not only the name, but also the issue number and group.
Fujiwara Yuu put the name tag on his right chest and walked quickly to the fifth floor. His classroom was the second one on the fifth floor, and he didn't know who the instructor in charge was.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter who the instructor is. What matters is that the curly girl who becomes a police officer and aims to beat up the Superintendent is not in the same class as me.
After placing the suitcase in the corridor, he pushed open the classroom door and glanced at the curly-haired girl who was looking at him with her chin supported and her eyes wide open.
...Sure enough, reality once again did not go as he wished.
Fujiwara Yuu calmly averted his gaze from him for 0.2 seconds, and without a second's hesitation, he chose the empty seat farthest from the natural curls. Unfortunately, he was the last one to arrive, so his seat was only three seats away from the natural curls.
But the good thing is that the seat in front of me is occupied by a boy who is showing me the way.
As she passed the boy, her eyes fell on the name tag on his right chest.
Zhufu Jingguang, the name and voice match very well. The word "guang" gives people a gentle feeling, just like his voice.
Zhu Fujingguang, who was sitting in the front seat, turned his body and was about to say hello, but he didn't expect to hear the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground at the door. Realizing that the instructor had arrived, he stopped his behavior in time.
"stand up!"
The moment the door opened, before the instructor's appearance could be clearly seen, his majestic voice had already reached the ears of every new student in the police academy in the classroom.
The people who were originally whispering to each other reacted extremely quickly. They all stood up straight, with their hands hanging naturally at their sides, and looked forward without looking around.
The instructor stood behind the podium with a serious expression. The two wrinkles on his face that should have been brackets gradually evolved into a group of single book title marks after he frowned.
"sit down."
Although the effect of uniformity was not achieved, the fact that no students were whispering to each other made Onizuka Yazo, the instructor in charge of Class 502, quite satisfied. However, he said without a smile:
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