Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 88 Clear Stupidity

How would the instructors react after the night attack failed?
The innocent freshmen who had not participated in the fight and had no experience at all, but who had participated in cleaning up the battlefield and negotiated to give up the dormitories on the first floor so that the instructors could lie down and calm down for a while, did not know this.

But it soon became clear: he was furious.

The instructors who woke up in the freshmen dormitory were furious. However, at 12:30 noon, it was still lunch time, and most of the freshmen were still in the middle of eating when they heard the distant whistle of emergency assembly.

The police academy is the same as a normal school. Each freshmen class is divided into large and small classes. The number of classes is generally 30 people. Each class has an instructor in charge, which can be simply understood as the class teacher.

Classes have names. For example, the class led by Onitsuka Hazo is called Onizuka Class.

The Onizuka team is full of talents, and Ichiyo Miku is at the forefront.

Rei Fukitani, Jinpei Matsuda, Kagemitsu Morofushi, Kenji Hagiwara and Ko Date were also in the Onizuka class. They stood in the first row invariably, silently accepting the explicit or implicit glances from all the instructors and freshmen. .

Because there are so many talented people, the instructors tacitly assemble according to the class, sympathize with and quickly leave the thorny matters to Onizuka Hazo.

Onizuka Yazou walked slowly in front of the freshmen queue of Onizuka class with a straight face. His eyes glanced at a future in the first row and the first column, then scanned back in turn, and slowly scanned the other people who were staring intently. Five freshmen, "Okay."

There are only five rows for freshmen.

He walked from the first row to the fifth row. It took him more than ten seconds, but he still could only squeeze out the same pronunciation, "Okay, okay."

'Okay' to the point where the instructors from the nearby classes all looked sideways and said in unison, 'Fortunately it's not me who has the thorny head', 'It's a bit miserable, but it has nothing to do with me. Come on, Onizuka, teach the thorny head a lesson. If you fail to complete the task, you will be held accountable! 'Wait for complex human expressions.

Not only the instructors, but also the freshmen had different expressions. Because they almost did not participate in the activities that harmed the instructors, they were urgently gathered to stand in military posture at noon when the sun was blazing. Many freshmen looked like they had been exposed. Bad dishes are a bit unhappy and depressed, with a clear sense of stupidity that is blank, innocent and wilting.

There are also some people who are a little aggrieved, not against the instructors who gathered them, but: weren't those guys from the Onizuka class the ones who caused trouble and charmed the instructors?Why should everyone be punished for standing? Only those guys should be punished!
Onitsuka Hazo took all of this into consideration. He turned around a few times, stopped in the third row where the whole class and nearby classes could hear him if he spoke loudly, and then turned to look at the first row. , his face darkened, and he nodded loudly, a drowsy future in the first row and column, "A future!"

"You are so capable. My wings became stiff on the first day I entered the police academy!"

The voice was too loud and he was scolding Thornhead. Everyone in the entire Onizuka class and nearby classes, including the instructors and freshmen, silently pricked up their ears.

"Tell me," Onizuka Yazo said as if he didn't know, with a sullen face, "Why are you not sleeping in the middle of the night?"

This is a question that is a bit difficult to answer. It involves, 'Did someone tip you off that an instructor would raid the dormitory? ', so he didn't listen at all, and directly reprimanded and concluded, "Okay, that's great. The wings are too hard. Not only did he detect the instructor's attack in advance, but he also successfully fought back. It's great!"

"We originally expected to eliminate half of the people at night and let them all pack up and get out!"

Every word of Onitsuka Hazo was filled with exclamation points. Just by listening to his voice, everyone could easily tell that he was in an extremely angry state.

His expression also said the same thing: I am very angry and I hate students who prick their heads.

"In the end, we were ambushed by you. You guys are really good." Onizuka Yazo walked back to the first row, glanced at the six freshmen in the first row, and changed the topic suddenly, "You passed the assessment, but they didn't No."

He tilted his chin and signaled to the other freshmen, "You didn't wake up until the battle was over. You are really the elite of the police academy."

"We are all elites, so let's do a ten-kilometer armed cross-country run with a weight of thirty kilograms and a one-hour time limit!"

"Since the planned number of people was not eliminated during the night attack," Onizuka Yazo looked at the freshmen in his class and then at the freshmen in other classes. His eyes were like knives scraping across the faces with different expressions to confirm that there were no If he felt dissatisfied again, he sneered and said, "I'll be eliminated from the cross-country running with weights."

He also deliberately scratched the six freshmen in front of him and said, "You are a group, running cross-country together."

"Anyone who didn't finish the race within an hour, get out of here. Is there any coward who quits early?" The whole place was silent.

Whether they are in Onizuka's class or other classes, all the freshmen keep an eye on their ears, nose, nose and heart, and maintain a non-objectionable and quiet attitude under Onizuka Hazo's unreasonable and rough arrangements.

Onitsuka Hazo glanced at them and snorted again, "A bunch of cowards."

"Line up and get on the bus and get ready for the cross-country run!"

The whole place was still quiet. After a few seconds, the freshmen queue slowly turned on the spot. The rear team changed to the front team, and they trotted out of the playground collectively, and got on several large cars lined up outside the playground.

It wasn't just Onizuka's class that started moving, there were other classes as well.

After Onizuka Ban turned around, Onizuka Yazo kept his mouth still and only made a sound. He squeezed out a small reminder: "If you can't hold on, retreat. I'll help you stay."

From the player's perspective, Onitsuka Yazo's 'performance' was too obvious. Mirai Ichijo glanced back and said without rejection, "Okay."

He maintained his position with the freshmen in the front row and followed him into a truck. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Onitsuka Hazo did not follow him immediately, but was talking to other instructors.

There was a heavy silence in the truck.

It wasn't until the car started driving that the freshmen sitting in it couldn't help but sway with the car, and the language function seemed to be re-activated. Some people whispered in fear, "The instructor is too scary..."

When one person spoke, several people echoed: "The police academy I knew before is not like this at all."

"This is not the way to treat students at all. It's like treating enemies. I really wonder if we have offended them."

This complaint received more echoes, and soon someone reminded him gently, "The most unlucky one is probably Kujo-san..."

They complained, "Instructor Onizuka is so awesome, he doesn't even try to hide it."

"I was jealous of Kujo-san's marksmanship. His face looked wrong at that time. It was as dark as the bottom of a pot."

"And it was humiliating to be discovered because of the night attack! So I deliberately retaliated."

After complaining and complaining, the atmosphere became a little more relaxed, and because of the illusion of sharing the same difficulties, someone hesitated for a moment and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, actually I felt that I was being implicated, and I was complaining a little. I thought it was Kujo-san. What you did should not implicate us..."

"sorry."

As soon as these words came out, the truck became quiet again, with only the sound of human breathing and the sound of the car. After a few seconds, vague apologies with unclear origins sounded intermittently.

The outside of the truck was covered with a layer of opaque plastic, blocking the view of those inside from the outside.

Ichigo Mirai retracted his hand that lifted up the corner of the plastic, temporarily stopped recording the route, and scanned the almost lush green kohlrabi in the dark car, casually nodded, "Yeah."

Sure enough, he was just a student, but he actually apologized. In addition to his clear stupidity, it also added to the feeling of worrying about his poor IQ balance.

Idiot-phobia is a terminal disease that cannot be cured. Ichijou had no intention of accompanying the kohlrabi in the future and exuded a clear sense of stupidity. He directly cut off the topic and said, "The car is getting more and more remote, heading towards the wild."

　I am Qing Cong Sheng, the hot instructor of the special forces
　　
　
(End of this chapter)