Ke Xue invades the three-dimensional

Of course, the above dialogue, which is full of warmth and pitfalls, will happen a long, long time later.

Turn the perspective back to the present.

Under the indescribably embarrassing atmosphere, Fuguya Lingwu ate the meal quite quickly, and within five or six minutes, he finished the big and delicious bento.

It stands to reason that fine and expensive high-end cuisine should enjoy the treatment of chewing slowly, and the taste is not bad, but rather delicious-however, who made this meal, it was because of the luck of Yuan Qianmu's classmate that they ate it Where did you arrive?

Weak "patients" drink bland meat porridge by themselves, while those who are strong enough to run for another ten laps eat luxury lunch boxes. No matter how delicious the taste in their mouths is, it is diluted by the taste in their hearts, making it tasteless .

It is rare for the five people to reach a high degree of agreement in their mental activities at this moment. They probably think: He just eats this, can his body hold up?It seems that there is a serious lack of protein. The little meat in the porridge, let alone nourishing the body, may not even have half the calories of today's high-intensity exercise.

Really... Didn't they deliberately make excuses so that they could eat with peace of mind?

The possibility seems a little high...

This entanglement made it even more impossible to relax with peace of mind.Several people shifted their gazes at the same time, and landed on the extremely quiet red-haired young man behind.

Watched for a few minutes.

"........."

Looking at Qian Mu's meal from the perspective of an ignorant bystander, I have to say that it makes people anxious.

The way he eats is polite and unhurried. It can be seen that his tutor is very good, but——his wife is too boring!

Qian Mu didn't eat very slowly, but very slowly.

Because it is porridge, there is no possibility that it is inconvenient to eat with a spoon. He simply chews slowly, and every bite he eats is chewed extremely carefully. It seems that he has to chew until he can't get a magnifying glass to see it The degree of thorns is willing to swallow.

The five people who had finished eating long ago looked at Qian Mu dully, and then looked at each other blankly.

They seem to have seen all the flowers blooming and withering at this moment, the cycle of spring and autumn, the snail passing by Tokyo, and has already climbed to Hokkaido in a blink of an eye... and Yuan Qianmu, who is still holding his round spoon, from everything At the beginning it was the end of the world.

...No, it's not that exaggerated.

But this is an operation that the unruly iron-blooded men have never seen before, and theoretically it should not appear in the life of a police academy that pays attention to efficiency.

If I ate like this in the cafeteria every day, I would have been beaten by the instructor long ago!So only occasionally right?It's impossible for Yuan Qianmu to eat this way all the time, right?

Then there are only two possibilities.

Either Yuan Qianmu has no appetite and can only grind slowly, or...

This bowl of porridge just looks good, but in fact it is so bland that it is hard to swallow. For those who urgently need to replenish energy after strenuous exercise, it is almost impossible to eat.

No matter how you think about it, it is the second type.

No matter how you look at it, he obviously thought a lot about them, but he insisted on refusing to express it. What he said and the expression on his face were misleading—people misunderstood that he was an ungrateful and annoying guy.

The originally puzzled eyes suddenly became strange, and the five of them confirmed their guesses in their hearts.

Except that Matsuda Jinhei's perception of Yuan Qianmu is a little subtle, and there is not a small amount of admiration mixed with dislike. In general, even he himself can't tell which one likes or dislikes is more important... Others have a greater proportion of Yuan Qianmu... Qian Mu's initial impressions were all based on curiosity about his strength, and a few people also wanted to compete with him because of his seemingly low-key but quite eye-catching indifference and arrogance.

As a result, until now, after finally having some substantive contact, they faintly discovered that Yuan Qianmu's nature seemed to be—very good.

Although I don't know how he developed such a troublesome personality, and why he has to be stubborn and refuse to accept others' kindness easily... The reason doesn't matter.

Just out of concern for the body of the weak classmate, in this way, in this moving, silently upgraded.

Itahang, who was already very responsible, performed the most outstandingly. He stood up abruptly and took the initiative to talk to Qianmu: "Student Yuan, this bowl of porridge should not be enough for you, and some beef? I... "

"Admit defeat. In the past, I only found that this guy was very feathered. I didn't expect that the feathers before were just the tip of the iceberg. In fact, it was more... huh?!"

Matsuda Jinhei was also touched, but what he opened his mouth to say was inappropriate. The ending was obvious. In the middle of his speech, Datehang covered his mouth, and his forehead was bulging with blue veins. Unfortunately, he failed to resist.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Itahang held the wrong person with one hand, pretended nothing happened, and continued, "I left a copy for you. Don't worry, it's completely untouched. Clean it up before eating." The box is packed."

Qian Mu just said: "No..."

"I'll keep it for you too." Zhu Fu Jingguang picked up the sealed lunch box that he had picked out at the beginning, "I have curry beef here, and Squad Leader Date left roasted beef tongue. It's good that I didn't hit it." ……what about you?"

Jiang Gu Ling coughed lightly, as if trying to hide the awkwardness that had appeared in his heart tonight and hadn't disappeared: "I have fat beef slices here, I haven't touched a bite, and I haven't even opened the lid. It's still hot when I eat it now."

"Wow, everyone has such a tacit understanding!" Hagiwara Kenji laughed exaggeratedly, and calmly glanced at Fa Xiao who finally had a free mouth, and immediately hinted with his eyes. It just so happened that Date was also trying to hint.

Matsuda Jinpei received the hint, and there was nothing he could do. If he didn't accept the hint, it would appear that he was a very problematic person.

He curled his lips, and said casually in a calm tone: "I snatched half of Yan Er's lunch, which is enough anyway. Tsk, no matter how much you hate this guy, you can't let weak people watch me eat meat. Let's eat porridge miserable."

Speaking of this, the curly hair suddenly stared sharply: "Why, do you want to infuse some more glucose? If you want to, you can toss it slowly, whatever you want."

"Let me translate it for him. Xiao Zhenping actually means that if you don't eat now, you can eat later. There is a microwave oven in the school doctor's lounge to heat it up at any time. It's still not good if you don't eat. It's important to your body."

Qianmu paused while holding the spoon, Hagiwara Kenji had already finished speaking, and then he blinked at him: "The curry beef tastes amazing, I personally highly recommend it with five stars!"

"..."

Qian Mu was forced to stop, and once again stared at these people with silent eyes.

Even though on the surface it looks the same as the previous few silences when he was so angry that he lost his voice, but this time there is another reason for the silence.

He wanted to say something, but the space for interjection was forcibly squeezed by these five people, and the content he wanted to say got stuck on the tip of his tongue for a long time, and in the end it turned into the current inexplicable dumb situation.

Qian Mu couldn't understand the thinking of these people... it was actually an excuse.Apart from themselves, probably no one knows them better than Qian Mu.

The "script" centered on these five people, and described their one-year life in the police academy quite clearly.Even if Qian Mu is not interested in these relaxed and joyful daily life, he just glanced at it briefly, and he knows a lot of things.

Such as the reason why Matsuda Jinpei hates the police, Furutani Rei chose to become a policeman in order to find a certain woman, the unfortunate past of Zhu Fu Jingguang when he was young, Date Hang’s misunderstanding of his father, Hagiwara Kenji’s words when he made a decision about the future prophecy……

Even if you don't care about these "roles" who are destined not to have too much intersection, once you have read the content written in black and white, it is difficult to completely forget it.

When Qian Mu stared at them in silence, these memories flashed uncontrollably in his mind. To be honest, he felt very bad. He needed to intentionally control his emotions, but he had to admit that he was really attracted by them. Doping act touched.

He knew that these people were "good people" in the true sense, and their concern for him was sincere, and they were cleaner and hotter than the sky that had just been dyed red by the early sun at dawn.

Who can resolutely and ruthlessly reject such pure and good intentions?

Qian Mu also knows that he is not a villain who is completely black. After taking over the identity of the organization boss, he has no interest in the power that is within reach and can overwhelm the fate of countless people in the dark. Throw it to your subordinates.

Of course, he is not a completely good person. For his own life, he can let the organization extend the thorns and vines wantonly, let the bright red petals scatter all over the ground, rot and melt, and turn them into nourishment for his own life.

Some things are just as if they never happened.Qian Mu is very self-conscious. He has no interest or mood to clean himself up. He always only cares about himself. It is good if he can barely survive.

This is also one of the reasons why Qian Mu keeps these righteous people in the "script" at arm's length. From the moment he got the villain character set, he was destined to be in a different world from these people, and he was destined to become an enemy, so he should be less involved with each other all good.

Moreover, his ability is limited only - he must participate in the story of the "protagonist", as an insignificant background board supporting role is naturally the best choice, the deeper it is involved with the so-called script, the more restricted he will be , and then... the previous world had taught him enough lessons, only a fool would repeat the same mistakes.

To sum up, Qian Mu believes that the strategy he has implemented so far is correct. No matter how enthusiastic the protagonist group is, getting closer to them will do him no good. not see.

……

It should have been so.

Qian Mu looked at the food boxes full of untouched food in front of him again. He had obviously avoided those five pairs of radiant eyes that seemed to be shining, but he still felt a dull pain in his temple.

The instant analysis results told him that the indifferent coping strategy he thought was extremely correct in advance seemed to have gone wrong by accident, which turned out to be counterproductive.

It is useless to be indifferent, and it is useless to stay away.

After these people made up their own brains, they had some kind of weird... misunderstandings about him that were completely inconsistent with the facts!

If the original strategy remains unchanged, the possibility of him being entangled is as high as 99.9999%.

Qian Mu really couldn't eat anymore.

He was puzzled.

While his anger burst forth, he also felt a little powerless.

—So, what, exactly, is the problem? !

"........."

"Thank you, these... I will eat."

After a long silence, I thought it would be another volcanic eruption, but to my surprise, Qian Mu nodded politely and accepted all the food boxes that could last three days.

Faced with this unexpected turning point, the five of them probably couldn't react, and looked at each other, not knowing what to say immediately.

Qian Mu then continued: "But I can't finish it in one sitting, I, um, I'm going to eat part of it first, and save the rest for reheating tomorrow, is that okay?"

Five people: "Uh - of course?"

"Okay. I'll just rest in the infirmary for one night today. Don't worry if my blood pressure is normal. I'll find the doctor on duty if I have something to do. There will be a late roll call at eleven o'clock, so I won't waste everyone's free time. Anyway, today Thank you so much."

"Hey?"

"Oh, so, what? We'll just..."

"I'm leaving?"

"See you."

I don't know how it became such a development.

Fluid and natural with a bit of a weird unnatural feeling, they completed a conversation about how to see and how to be normal in a daze, and the five of them tidied up and ate the mess after the meal in a daze, and went out with the leftover tableware that they didn't know what to do with. the door.

The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing away the dazed heat on the faces of the people looking at each other at the door of the infirmary.

"What about the tableware? The price is not cheap. It doesn't feel good to lose it. Should I send it back?"

"It's not Jianggu, is it time to care about the tableware? I always feel that something is wrong... That's right! The last conversation is so natural and smooth, right?!"

"It's because it's so smooth, I completely forgot about what I promised to stay overnight, no, no, no, even if I remember, I can't say it in the atmosphere of seeing off guests!"

"Didn't you realize that what Xiaoqianmu said in the end was more words than all the words he said to us before? Uh, I really think we are too annoying... Xiaozhengping and so on, why are you going back? "

"Of course I'm going to warn him not to waste the fruit of my labor. Damn it, I've been cutting it for a long time. If he dares to throw it away, I will definitely beat him up."

"He hasn't lost it yet, so don't keep thinking about taking the initiative to make trouble."

"Golden Retriever, you want to fight again?"

"Just hit!"

"Are you two really junior high school students, let's walk honestly!"

The campus at night is still full of vitality, which is worthy of the youthful police academy.

In the ward of the infirmary, the corners of Qianmu's mouth twitched after finally being quiet, and the blood on his face gradually faded, returning to the usual paleness.

His hands were interlaced against his forehead, his thumbs pressed tightly to his temples, and half of his numb face was sunk in the shadows, turning into a heartless gray statue.

After quietly adjusting himself for a long time, Qian Mu withdrew his hand with a normal expression and continued to eat his lukewarm porridge.

He moved the other food boxes piled up on the sick table to the side of the bed, and split them in half, forming two neat and straight towers.

Although there are no "things" in the way, when Qianmu is drinking porridge, his facial expressions are even more uncontrollable. His brows, which are used to the calm waves, are raised heavily, and his red eyes burst out with murderous aura--a lively and innocent man. His personality doesn't match, and he has a vivid expression like gnashing his teeth while eating.

Qian Mu didn't make a sound, but his mental activities were quite rich.

Dealing with the protagonist team once is ten times more tiring than running ten laps of 1000 meters!If this continues, he will lose ten years of life... No, he has less than ten years of life left, that is, everyone is happy and dies prematurely.

So these bastards have to care what he does?He could live a few more years by caring less about him—huh, calm down.

Qian Mu viciously fiddled with the few strands of red ginger that had finally fallen to the bottom with a spoon. Perhaps affected by the ups and downs of his mood, he couldn't scoop them up for a long time, but almost knocked the bowl out.

Tsk, an exaggerated metaphor, such a childish and stupid thing will definitely not happen to the boss.

Picking up the remaining shredded ginger with a spoon, Qian Mu swallowed the mouthful in an instant, and then regained his expressionless expression.At this time, his eyes shifted a little, and unconsciously fell on the two stacks of food boxes beside the bed.

"..."

Qianmu's eyebrows trembled slightly, and he was sure:

Knowing that he made a wrong choice of strategy before, from tomorrow onwards, he must switch strategies quickly.

"Knock knock knock."

The door of the ward was left open, but someone deliberately stopped at the door and tapped on the door remindingly.

Qianmu raised his head, and a thin middle-aged man in the uniform of an instructor met his gaze, and said with a smile: "Student Yuan Qianmu, I heard that you are unwell, so I'll come and see you."

This middle-aged man is none other than the new deputy class teacher whom Jiang Gu Ling and Zhu Fu Jingguang met halfway, and Mr. Fujiwara who enthusiastically invited them to dinner.

Each class is in charge of two instructors, one is the instructor and head teacher in charge of training management, and the other is the deputy head teacher who manages life. It is not surprising that Fujiwara’s deputy class came to the infirmary to visit Qianmu. .

The first deputy head teacher in Qianmu's class was someone else, but that deputy class suddenly resigned due to illness, and the school temporarily dispatched someone to take over temporarily, so Fujiwara's deputy class only came to the class this week to meet the students. Compared with the original strict deputy class teacher, Fujiwara's deputy class is gentle and kind, caring about the students' daily life very much, and quickly getting along with the students.

Extremely problematic elements like Qian Mu are naturally the focus of Fujiwara's deputy class. In the past few days, he has often asked Qian Mu about his training progress and then his physical condition. He is even more dedicated than the school doctor.

"Your body is not so bad... Have you eaten properly?"

After speaking, Fujiwara's deputy came in and walked to Qianmu's hospital bed, as if he was going to seriously go through the process of condolences.

Qian Mu didn't answer.

For the care of the deputy head teacher, he didn't even bother to put on a polite expression. He glanced over faintly, and there was barely a hint of...dislike?

"Student Yuan Qianmu?"

Fujiwara's subclass looked inexplicable, as if he hadn't expected the student's reaction to be so straightforward, which was really heartbreaking.

[Stop, play, stop. 】

Qian Mu made a lip expression expressionlessly, and then said, "Aren't you very busy, what are you doing here?"

Fujiwara's deputy class seemed not surprised at all, and continued smoothly: "It's not that busy, there are people to do things, it doesn't matter if I'm missing for the time being, I heard that you went to the police academy, Qian Mu, so I applied to come here... let you go Parents are really worried about children staying here alone."

Qian Mu let out a sigh of relief, a little helpless.

"Parents... It's really unnecessary, although you can guess it."

"Parents don't worry about other things, they only worry about whether you will push yourself too much and break your good body. You are so worried that you can't sleep well every day, and you will be haggard in half a month."

"..."

The above conversation did not reveal any important information. Even if someone heard it, they would only think that Qian Mu knew the new deputy head teacher. The deputy head teacher was entrusted by his family and specially transferred to the police academy to take care of him.

Fujiwara's deputy class—it should be said that Belmode, who used the thin man's disguise to hide his real identity, looked at Qianmu with a smile until Qianmu looked away, which was considered a compromise, and he acquiesced in her unauthorized actions.

"I've eaten up all the porridge specially prepared by someone?" Belmode took the opportunity to sit down.

"Of course, after all, I don't want to go into convulsions and be paralyzed in bed for a few days."

Qian Mu had guessed Belmode's identity very early on, and the evidence he used to expose her without hesitation was today's delivery. There was only a spoon for the tableware, and there was a special nutrient missing for the tableware. The porridge is a bright hint.

It's true that he doesn't eat greasy food. Fried food and some fresh and cold food are also taboo. You can try a little bit. Eating too much is undoubtedly a crime for your health.

Even if the basic performance and vitality are temporarily maintained through drugs, and there are no problems with ordinary instruments, the essence of this body is still quite fragile, and more attention is needed. Qianmu can supplement the energy needed by the body. Nutrients.

Belmode stopped bringing up this topic after asking a question. She was always overly cautious in this regard, as if treating Qianmu like a child with an extremely delicate mind.

child……

Qian Mu suddenly remembered the "parents" mentioned just now, and at the same time was surprised by his sudden dissatisfaction.

It was pure dissatisfaction with how he was taken care of, rather than anger as if he was offended—the connotation hidden in the difference made him frown slightly.

From the moment he was so angry that he couldn't bear to change his face today, his emotions seemed to be a little bit irretrievable...

Not so good.

Qian Mu thought of this for a moment, but quickly stretched his brows, his face still showed a look of indifference.

"That's right." Qian Mu suddenly took the initiative to speak.

Belmode cast a questioning look.

Qian Mu's thoughts were let go for three seconds, and he was dragged back again heavily, and his tone became more serious: "There is a problem, and you may need to give some pointers temporarily."

"Of course there is no problem. As long as you need it, you can do it anytime. What is it about?"

"In order to get rid of the crisis I'm facing now, I want to recreate a... one that's a little more ordinary, milder, not outstanding or at the bottom, just stuck in the average in all aspects, and not interesting—— Ordinary people, there are still some questions about the details.”

"..."

Belmode almost thought that there was something wrong with his ears.

……

The next day, morning training time.

Jiang Guling yawned and came out of the dormitory. When he raised his hand, he touched the scratches he had suffered yesterday when he was a human mat. The callus that had just grown under the gauze was pulled hard, and a little cracked, causing him to bark his teeth in pain.

"Hiss - pain, pain, pain."

"Zero? Be careful, don't act recklessly if the wound is not serious, go to the infirmary to change the medicine."

"I'll talk about it later. I didn't sleep well last night. It's the big problem. I feel like I'm going to fall... Wow?!"

Jiang Guling screamed, startling Zhu Fu Jingguang, and subconsciously put on a vigilant posture—wait!

Seeing clearly the "culprit" who frightened Fa Xiao, Zhu Fu Jingguang also showed a dazed expression as if he had been hit by a sap stick.

The only way to go downstairs.

staircase.

The red-haired young man was waiting in the halo of light slanting in from the window, his eyes were heavy, half of his face was glowing white, and the other half was dark and dull...so dangerous that he almost wanted someone to call the police on the spot.No, rounding up they themselves are the police?

"source……"

"Yuan-jun!"

The voice of the small duo was stuck, and their faces were dull.

Because Qian Mu, who appeared in front of them and seemed to be here specially waiting for them, made a strange expression after meeting their eyes.

He raised the corners of his mouth, and put on his dead face that seemed to have no change, his bright red eyes rolled slightly: "Mr. Jianggu, Mr. Zhufu."

"Good morning."

"It's a return gift from yesterday, today's judo class, let me practice with you."

Jiang Gu Ling and Zhu Fu Jingguang: "..."

--Help! ! !

It seemed to be greatly stimulated by the sky.

Yuan Qianmu, a classmate who was lonely, indifferent and neglected to communicate with others, had a completely new look overnight!

It's so new that they don't, dare not recognize it.