Spring is coming to an end, and the summer clothes in my closet have begun to appear one after another.

I was diligently doing my homework in the living room, but I was destined to be unable to concentrate on writing. I lay down on the table and pressed the other side of the ballpoint pen on the table boringly, watching it use the force of the spring to jump up gently, like this repeatedly.

Accompanied by the screams of snapdragon ghosts and animals, I put several pens of this kind on the desk of Mr. Ghost Lamp, and later I also saved a lot, but I can't use them in class, because they will make strange noises to scare them.

But Xiaobu found it very interesting, so I gave her one, and in exchange she gave me her favorite hamster-patterned pen.

It seemed to be squeezed by gravity, and after being pressed several times by me, the snapdragon became silent, and the goldfish had an X_X expression on its face, looking like it was about to go back to hell at any time.

Hey, I'm so weak, I just played for a while, and I hate it so much.

In the front, Matsuda Jinhei was wearing a white T-shirt and sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his back facing me, and he could vaguely see the scattered parts in front of him. It was an old fan that he brought back from nowhere yesterday, and the reaction was a bit slow, Matsuda said. Repaired it and it worked, so I kept it and have been dissecting it all morning.

I yawned, walked over to him and squatted down.

It was completely dismantled to pieces. I picked up a fan leaf as a fan and slapped it on Matsuda's shoulder. When I went out, I found that this person didn't even glance at me, and was still concentrating on assembling the parts of the electric fan.

I am like air.

So I went on my own for a long, embarrassing 3 minutes.

Matsuda, who had already carried out the repair to the assembly of the fan blades, stacked the two fan blades together, groped for something on the floor with his left hand, and groped the parts on the floor one by one, and seemed to find that there was nothing he was looking for, and gradually frowned. , I glanced at the fan blade in my hand and handed it over.

That seems to be it.

I saw that his brows were stretched, and the touch in his hand was exactly the other piece he needed. Just as he was about to take it away, I felt mischievous and squeezed it tightly, hey, you want it, but I won’t give it to you.

He pulled hard, but failed, so he was finally willing to divert his eyes and attention from the fan assembly, saw me grabbing the fan blades from him, and raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing. I've been squatting for a long time, but you didn't notice it?" I acted innocent and let go.

Matsuda Jinpei, who successfully got the fan blade, turned around and devoted himself to the busy repair business.But he was willing to spend energy to talk to me: "Do you know what you look like now?"

Watching him quickly assemble the fan blades and his fingers flying up and down nimbly, I can only sigh that he is indeed the trump card of the explosive ordnance disposal class, the core technician of the hell technology department, this finger sensitivity is completely capable of many delicate tasks.

"Like what?" I rested my chin on my knees, buried my head and yawned again. After rushing through several reports late last night, I got up this morning to do my homework, completely in a state of lack of sleep.

Mihua Town is really terrifying. The total number of homicides last month was 151. The four of us worked overtime overnight to complete the report. If people die in units of [-] within a month like this, the population of Mihua Town will be in jeopardy.

"Like Xiaobai..." He replied without turning his head.

Like Xiaobai?I silently compared me with Xiaobai in my heart, soft and elastic belly?

No, no, no, it's a small mouth that will always think about it, isn't it possible?I was so quiet that I didn't even realize I was there.

"You said I look like a dog?" After a few rounds of thinking, I got the most unwanted answer.

"I didn't say that." He shook the wrench with a smile.

I subconsciously closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I can't bear it at all!

"You are the dog!" Angrily walked up and shook his shoulder, "Apologize to me, bastard!"

Damn it, after you go back to hell, I will ask Mr. Ghost Lantern to send you to the place of shit.

But it might not work, I lowered my head and pondered for a while, if I really told Lord Ghost Lantern like this when I went back to hell, Wutou would probably cry, make trouble and hang himself three times, saying that he would not allow the elites of his technical department to be destroyed like this, and maybe he would volunteer himself to replace.

"Anyway, I went there twice, and it's not a problem to go one more time." It's completely conceivable that Wutou said so.

After all, the task of making the Death Star rested on these two elites who were in the explosive ordnance disposal class during their lifetime.

When will their weird research and development be banned?I became sad.

I looked at this man for half a month, damn it, is Ning the reincarnation of that misfortune?

"I said you, and you looked at me with some weird eyes." Matsuda Zhenping scratched his hair, and the curly hair became more and more fluffy at this time, and it seemed to be fried by him. .

"Are you hungry?" He stared at me for a while and asked in an uncertain tone.

I rolled my eyes, thinking I'm a pig, I'm hungry if I say I'm hungry.

Look at what a straight man is, it's your kind of chatter.

"No! Go fix your electric fan. If you don't fix it, you can sleep on the street tonight.)" I put down these words viciously, forget it, don't bother with him, it is my fault to argue with him, this guy's The mouth is almost as if it has been poisoned, and every now and then a sentence pierces the heart, which is a fight with Lord Ghost Lantern.

"Hey, hey, obey my secretary."

Matsuda Jinpei saluted me, and I couldn't help laughing, probably because I was sitting on the ground, looking like a fool, but there was a very formal and standard salute, which was a bit funny.

I quietly watched him continue to tinker with the electric fan, as if by magic, various screw parts were gradually assembled under his hands, and the disassembled manufacturer did not recognize the appearance, and now it gradually took shape.

"Because it is very hot for a while in summer. So I made a mist particle spraying device for it, and Balabala?&, it will be able to generate water mist at that time, is it very practical?" He explained to me triumphantly , patted the brand-new electric fan with a proud face.

Is your maintenance giving it the ultimate evolution?I opened my mouth like a countryman entering town.

I was at a loss, I didn't understand the device or the principle, I just thought it was very powerful.So as the only audience, I can only become a ruthless applause machine.

"Yeah, as expected of Mazda sauce, yes you're the best!" said with a deadpan expression, to the point where even Matsuda frowned. "Always support you! Mazda flies bravely!"

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he looked like he didn't want to listen to me anymore: "Don't force yourself..."

"No one is allowed to praise you!" I puffed up my chest and said confidently, "Praise your subordinates appropriately! This is what successful people do."

"Uh..." Matsuda Jinpei was speechless again, "Do you know my wish to be admitted to the police academy?"

Hey, I won’t be sleepy if you talk about this, I’m very refreshed, I pricked up my ears and gossiped: “What is it, let’s listen to it together?”

If you have gossip, share it together.

But he was deliberately against me, showing a very annoying smile: "Guess what?"

"World peace?" I thought about it carefully and guessed cautiously.

"No, I wasn't that great back then." Matsuda Jinhei took out the cigarette case from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, "You keep thinking about it."

Well, isn't it?I was shocked.

He was amused by the disbelief he looked at me: "Save the world? How do you feel?"

"Ah? Don't you guys like to become heroes to save the world? Like Oxman, Fake O Superman, no matter who you are, you probably have this kind of dream since childhood? Isn't becoming a policeman the closest to the existence of these heroes? ?”

I counted the themes of the hero series that the little boys like to reach out, save the world, save mankind, and for justice.

Although the police are not omnipotent compared with those, they will never turn back.

Matsuda Jinpei smiled and shook his head: "No, that's the dream of most children, and it may not be there when they grow up."

"That's why I like dismantling bombs!" I gave up on myself, good guy, what do I think with such a large scope, isn't this purely looking for a needle in a haystack, "Give me some hints!"

Matsuda Jinpei glanced at me: "My dream of becoming a policeman is to beat up the director of the Metropolitan Police Department."

Superintendent of Police?The boss of the Metropolitan Police Department... I rubbed my chin and tried to think, and suddenly I seemed to understand something, and my face became subtle: "Do you want to hit me or Master Ghost Lantern?"

Good guy, after beating around the bush for so long, this guy is really taking revenge on me, right?

I see through you, the bad guy.

"Well, I just want to say that a successful boss should convince others with virtue..." He waved his hand, "Go smoke."

Looking at his handsome back, I clenched my fists. Damn it, Matsuda Jinpei, you bastard, if you didn't die because of an accident, you smoker would have died of lung cancer from smoking.

I was incompetent and furious for a while, because there was only one electric fan standing quietly, and the culprit ran out to smoke.

Looking at the electric fan that I did nothing wrong, but because it was labeled as Matsuda’s transformation, I was moved by my anger. Trying to hold back the desire to kick, I went back to my seat, picked up a pen, and viciously The answer was written on the paper, and the ballpoint pen made a friction sound on the paper. I shouldn't have run to provoke this person just because I was bored.

I squeezed the snapdragon angrily, and let out an unbearable scream, which made me feel better. I stared at the snapdragon for a while, thinking, why don't I replace this thing with Matsuda, and have a Q version. Matsuda put it on top, and he can squeeze it for a while when he is angry, so he can relieve the pressure.

I put the decompression of beating Mazda sauce in my revenge plan, and by the way, the man named Amuro Toru is the first one.

You are worthy of the same period.

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