Chapter 11 Bomb Disposal Demonstration: He made a rather awkward "win..." gesture.
"Someone delivered a bento box. Is China in love?" Matsuda Jinpei keenly sensed.
He never cared about these things before.
As for social gatherings and interpersonal skills, he has a childhood friend who is very adept at these things, so he can leave everything to Hagi.
Everything is handed over to Hagi, and always to Hagi.
Matsuda Jinpei has always done this.
He's like a child who hasn't grown up, able to avoid areas he's not good at at will, because there's always someone to cover for him.
But Hagi left.
After Kenji Hagiwara's death, Jinpei Matsuda was lost for a long time. He was absent-minded and listless every day. Even when he went to Hagi's funeral, he was in a daze. Now that he thinks about it, he has forgotten what happened at the funeral.
His vision was as if veiled by frosted glass; everything was hazy, and he couldn't make out who had gone, what had been said, or what had happened. The whole world seemed to have become an insignificant background, and where the spotlight shone, there was nothing, just emptiness.
He finally came back to life two months after Hagi left. He put on a somber black coat, but he could no longer wallow in his own world. He stepped out of his own world, learned to observe like Hagi, learned to socialize like Hagi, and even actively participated in social events.
Of course, he really has no talent in this area, and he still speaks rashly and easily offends people, but at least he has made some progress.
He can do it all by himself.
In the three years since Kenji Hagiwara left, Jinpei Matsuda has proven to the world that there is nothing in this world to despair about, except for a heart that has been hollowed out and cannot be repaired.
"I don't think so," Takanashi Chika hesitated.
Gin does seem to be pursuing her, but she doesn't like Gin.
As for Scotland, it seems like a pathetic corporate slave, the kind enslaved by its bosses.
After confirming, Chinatsu Takanashi firmly replied, "We're just ordinary friends."
Snow Rabbit couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Touya clenched his fists, feeling an urge to tear the man apart.
Matsuda Jinpei glanced down at the lavish bento box and let out a very soft chuckle.
"Just friends? China, that's too deliberate."
Takanashi Chika looked up blankly, while Matsuda Jinpei's profile was bathed in sunlight, the edges of his black curly hair seemingly shrouded in a layer of platinum gold light.
He's kind of...handsome.
Most of the people in the organization are flamboyant. Like the detestable Ray, who practically wants to be around Mingmei 24/7, or the silent Cohen, who wears trendy clothes even during breaks and parties. Even the gentle Scotsman deliberately unbuttons two buttons...
But Matsuda Jinpei was different. Although he was also wearing a black overcoat, his clothes were neatly made up, with every button fastened.
He grew up in the light, living a peaceful and ordinary life, naturally unlike the wolves who licked blood from the edge of a knife in the darkness.
"Hesitating and concealing, and finally saying you're just ordinary friends, is anything but ordinary. If you hadn't been so deliberate, I think people would have believed you," Matsuda Jinpei added, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth. He was clearly smiling, but his eyes seemed unfocused.
"Are you daydreaming?" Takanashi Chinatsu asked curiously, forgetting to retort in surprise. "Matsuda-nii, what are you thinking about?"
"Huh?" Matsuda Jinpei was momentarily stunned, his blue eyes glazed over for a moment before finally focusing on Takanashi Chinatsu.
"I caught you daydreaming, didn't I?"
Realizing his lapse in composure, Matsuda Jinpei instinctively tensed up and apologized, "I'm sorry."
"So what are you thinking about?"
"I was reminded of a friend." Matsuda Jinpei's eyes held a mix of melancholy, regret, and deep longing.
"Matsuda-san's friends are my friends too. Call him out and hang out sometime!"
Matsuda Jinpei did not respond.
Takanashi Chika looked over in confusion and saw Matsuda Jinpei open his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then closed it again.
There was a faint, yet seemingly eternal, sadness in his eyes.
When finally responding, Matsuda Jinpei suppressed all his emotions and simply said, seemingly casually, "He passed away a few years ago."
The atmosphere was somewhat silent.
The air began to feel heavy.
Matsuda Jinpei was afraid of this, which is why he deliberately relaxed his tone. Seeing this, he reached out and gently tapped Takanashi Chinatsu's head. "Don't worry, he's been gone for a few years, and I've long since let go. I just don't know why, but I keep thinking about him these days. But it's okay, that guy liked excitement, so he's probably already reincarnated and is causing a ruckus."
Perhaps before reincarnation, they will hold one last party and socialize with newly met ghost friends.
Thinking of this, Matsuda Jinpei's smile became more genuine.
The atmosphere gradually thawed, and the group ate and chatted. Matsuda Jinpei stood up, his tall figure like a sturdy pine tree, looking down over the entire campus.
Safety education is very necessary. Matsuda Jinpei put on a stern face and, without even speaking, had already intimidated all the students on the playground.
Starting with fire safety, then moving on to the dangers of traffic and drugs... Matsuda Jin, with a blank face, talked about things that were clearly not his responsibility but were all pushed onto him.
Finally, there is the "Individual Talent Showcase".
To make the lecture the most memorable for everyone, Matsuda Jinpei made a clever little arrangement: he opened the black leather bag that he had placed at his feet and took out a bomb model inside.
"Wow!"
"It's a bomb!"
"It's a model, isn't it? I've never seen it before!"
This time, even with Matsuda Jinpei's stern expression suppressing the crowd, there was still a considerable roar from the audience.
"Look everyone, this is a model of a time bomb. Don't panic, there's no danger. Finally, I'll explain the simple bomb disposal procedure. Of course, if you encounter a bomb, you should call the police immediately." Matsuda Jinpei took out his bomb disposal tools. As soon as he got his screwdriver and wrench in his hands, he quickly got to work. His serious expression gradually quieted the audience, who didn't dare to breathe.
The timer has started, allowing half an hour for defusing/exploding the bomb.
Chika Takanashi, sitting in the front row, excitedly craned her neck to look at the bomb, and even took out her phone to take pictures.
That's amazing! She doesn't usually get a chance to take pictures while Matsuda is defusing bombs.
Although it's just a model, it's worth commemorating!
As Matsuda Jinpei explained, he disassembled the bomb casing. When he saw the internal wiring structure, he paused slightly, his eyes sharpened, and he stopped explaining.
Chinatsuko Takanashi froze in her pose for the photo. She adjusted the focus of her phone camera, ignoring Matsuda Jinpei's deliberate zooming in on the bomb structure, and her expression turned extremely grim.
This bomb is not a model at all.
Should we call the police? No, Matsuda is a bomb disposal cop himself.
But it's too dangerous. Matsuda-san has no protective gear at all. It's too risky for him to defuse the bomb like that.
"Oh dear, I completely forgot." Matsuda Jinpei suddenly slapped his forehead, gave his classmates an apologetic smile, and said, "We have to evacuate the crowd before defusing the bomb. If my boss finds out, I'll probably have to write a three-page self-criticism."
He gave a wry smile, which immediately drew laughter from his classmates.
"Everyone, how about we step back fifty meters?" Matsuda Jinpei paused, then made a rather awkward wink, mimicking his childhood friend.
He picked up a megaphone and raised the volume, announcing, "This is a safe evacuation drill!"
A note from the author:
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