Conan: I am really a good person

Chapter 93 The Leader

The third task guideline of the cross-country running series is also known as: Jiang Taigong fishes, and those who are willing will take the bait.

There are more than 30 students in one Onizuka class, plus other classes, there can be about a hundred people. If everyone pops up a task, there are more than 100 tasks.

Mirai Ichijo cannot accomplish so many tasks by himself, he needs help.

For example, Morofuku Kagemitsu was always the first to arrive, and Matsuda Jinpei, Fukitani Rei, etc., who were already helping other students on the way.

With one more fish, one more part of the task can be completed.

As for the fact that not everyone needs help...they will.

Even if some people could grit their teeth and persevere to the finish line, when they see someone lending a helping hand to help others, they will quickly recognize and ask for help. This is human instinct.

After reading and archiving multiple times for inspection, Future Ichichi was able to determine the approximate number of tasks he could complete: more than 50.

Each fish helps eight or nine people, which adds up to more than 50 [Mission Completed] tips and low-level painkillers.

Therefore, I had a very good attitude towards Zhufuyu, and I praised him very much, "Zhufu is very keen, Si Guoyi."

Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

It was a compliment, but it somehow sounded like coaxing a child.

Zhufu Jingguang paused and took the initiative to explain: "Because of Instructor Onizuka, I pay more attention to you."

It was a true statement, and he looked at the future with an expression.

"I know that Morofushi-san pays a lot of attention to me and often sets his sights on me, paying special attention to his facial expressions." Mirai Ichijo looked forward, "Please look after Hashimoto-san."

He let go of Hisashi Hashimoto, took three steps at a time and rushed forward, just in time to support a police academy student in front of him when he staggered, "Are you okay, classmate? You don't look very good. .”

"Leave the weight to me for now."

Mirai Ichichichi returned with a heavy-weight backpack, supported Hashimoto Hisahito again, and reminded Zhufu Kagemitsu, "Hashimoto-san has a heat stroke and is expected to fall into coma in 8 minutes, but there is a chance that he will fall into coma early. We need to pay more attention.”

He looked ahead again and saw a touch of golden color coming from the opposite direction. He asked knowingly, "Is Fangtani-san here too?"

"Well," Zhu Fu Jingguang waved, "we rushed to the finish line and found that you were missing, so we came back to look for you together and also helped some classmates along the way."

Not strictly 'us', he discovered when he hesitated in a future step.

Fangtani Ling ran over, "What's wrong with this classmate?"

He looked at Hashimoto Hisahito's face and frowned, "Heatstroke?"

As he said that, he did not stop, but continued to rush back at a faster speed. After a while, he caught up with two heavy-duty backpacks, "The instructors and the others have already called an ambulance."

When he said this, Jiang Guling hesitated, because: "It's prepared for you."

"The first few times you took students who were in poor condition back, although you didn't get too close to the finish line and only sent them a few hundred meters away from the finish line, you told the instructors after they returned to the camp."

The instructors were silent for a long time.

After working so hard, they finally reached the finish line, and the few freshmen who wished they could lie on the ground like dead dogs were speechless for a long time.

This is really...

It's too much...

"That's too much," Onitsuka Yazou said, "That kid is too stubborn."

He pretended not to care and stood far away from the finish line, frowning and pacing back and forth. As time went by, his anger and anxiety became more and more intense, "I have gone back and forth three or four times, even the next few times." You haven’t finished the entire distance, but you’ve almost done two round trips, right?”

That's twenty kilometers, a load of more than thirty kilograms, plus a one-hour limit.

As an instructor, Onizuka Hazo clearly knew what these meant, so he paced back and forth faster and faster until he keenly saw a figure appearing in the distance again, and immediately took a few steps forward to look intently.

In the distance, at an intersection only 800 meters away from the finish line, three people supported each other and slowly trotted over. The person on the edge had blond hair, and the remaining two people had black hair. They were probably a future. .

Onitsuka Hazo watched intently.After the two black-haired police academy students raised their faces without revealing their red eyes, he clenched his fists and frowned again.

When another figure moved in the distance, he looked eagerly.

This time, there were still two black-haired people supporting each other. One of them held the other and supported the other. When they reached the intersection and could see the end point, they stopped.

The distance was too far for Onizuka Hazo to see clearly, so he could only stare hard.

A low cough suddenly sounded, "Cough."

Onitsuka Yazo subconsciously turned around and saw an instructor who looked to be in his 40s. He reacted and immediately became annoyed: "It's almost time. Isn't that troublesome boy coming back?"

That would explain the anxious and expectant look on his face.

The instructor held an unopened bottle of bottled water in his hand and did not comment on this sentence. He only looked into the distance.

Onizuka Hazo wanted to add a few more angry words, but in the end he just remained silent and looked into the distance.

In the distance, two figures dispersed at the intersection, slowly trotting together towards the finish line. They ran very slowly, and slowly they became clearer in Onizuka Hachiko's field of vision. In the sunlight, he saw a touch of red. , couldn't help but get excited.

Another instructor suddenly said: "Not bad."

"What?" Onitsuka Hazo immediately said in displeasure, "He's really back."

"Onitsuka," another instructor sighed, "we have no enmity with him. If we just followed the orders from our superiors against him, would you recognize him at a glance from such a distance?"

He continued what he had just said, "Not bad."

"Have you noticed that he has been helping his companions, but he has never helped any of his companions to the finish line. He always dropped them off at the intersection and let them finish the last journey by themselves."

"Even now, even for the last time, when there was no one in need of help behind him, he did not directly carry his companions to the finish line. He did not rush to the finish line because time was tight. Instead, he put his companions down and accompanied him. Let’s slowly rush to the finish line with him.”

Suddenly being exposed, and hearing these words that seemed like compliments, Onitsuka Yazo hesitated about his colleague's position for a moment, "Yoshida, you..."

This instructor's surname was Yoshida, and he knew Onitsuka Hazo. He was an instructor who was older than him, but they didn't have many personal relationships.

"And," Yoshida added, "it's not just him."

"Not only did he return to help his companions, but about a dozen students returned one after another. No one went back until the instructor explicitly prohibited it."

"Look at the students in this class."

The students who were innocently affected this time?

Onizuka Hazou reluctantly suppressed his worries and looked behind the finish line. He found that at some point, the freshmen who had been lying around, breathing and resting, and with frowning faces, bending their legs and flexing their muscles, had all stood up, and they all gathered together at the same time. After the finish line, I was watching the last two figures arriving.

Even the police academy student who had just arrived and was being supported by two people due to obvious special circumstances seemed to have injured one of his feet. At this time, his foot was firmly on the ground and the other foot was on the ground. He did not devote half of his attention to the rescue. Che was looking at the last two figures with concentration.

One of the two figures was particularly shaky, while the other was not far away to protect his companion. They rushed to the finish line and completed the one-hour and ten-kilometer load-bearing cross-country.

Most of the instructors were obviously not in a good mood.

The freshmen were on the complete opposite side. The crowd suddenly burst into cheers and quickly gathered around the finish line. Some people scrambled to take over the swaying figure, while others rushed to help a future student unload his heavy-duty backpack and give it to him. He handed over towels and bottles of water.

Onizuka Yazo's anxiety and worry faded away. He looked at the lively group of freshmen and narrowed his eyes.

This year’s freshmen...

Yoshida: "When there is a common enemy, collective honor is always the easiest to accumulate."

"With one of the best leaders standing up and starting to serve as a role model, this class of freshmen will be better than any previous class."

They have the lead.

A leader who knows how to respect his peers, loves his brothers and sisters, has excellent empathy, and will take care of them like a leader takes care of a lamb.

　Gin clicked.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)