What to do with the brother who likes his classmates from the police academy

"Matsuda, what happened to my car?"

In the evening, when Feng walked to the carport, Matsuda was still sitting cross-legged next to the motorcycle.

"It's still a little bit finished...!" With a nut in his mouth, Matsuda said vaguely, "The frame is a little deformed, and there is a little oil leakage... But it is usually well maintained, so it's not a big problem .”

"Pfft," he spat out the nut, "it's just that the paint on the side has been scratched, do you want to fix it or change the paintwork?"

"Fix whatever you want," Feng shook the can of spray paint in his hand, "As long as it can be used, it's too expensive to change the paint."

"You are so willing. One of the main features of Ducati is the handsome painting."

"never mind."

Maple sprayed new paint on several scratches and scratches, and the beautiful smoke-gray paint instantly became nondescript silver.

"If this motorcycle has a soul, it is probably crying loudly, with such a slovenly owner."

Matsuda shook his head and stood up: "This is the end, how about it, do you want to try?"

"Okay, where to go?"

Feng stepped onto the motorcycle, and Matsuda skillfully sat on the back seat.

"Let's go to the motorcycle shop."

"Huh? Are you mistaken?" Feng tapped the dial, "You repaired the Ducati just now, and went to see the car again!?"

She had every reason to suspect that Matsuda had taken the Ducati apart and looked at it.

"It's not looking at the car! I have serious business."

Matsuda buckled the helmet under his chin: "I'm going to ask the clerk who usually works... Have you noticed that he has a scorpion-shaped tattoo on the back of his neck."

"Like a goblet..."

Feng subconsciously answered.

"That's right!"

The locomotive started and went all the way.

In Onitsuka Hachizo's office, there were six people standing neatly.

"...So, you guys are responsible for cleaning the locker room and bathroom for the next week!"

Looking at the six culprits that made his hair thinner and his heart weaker, Onitsuka felt the veins at the back of his head throbbing.

"Report to the instructor!" Standing behind Itahang, Feng raised his hand tightly blocked by the squad leader's generous body, "I'm a girl, how can I enter the boys' bathroom?"

Onitsuka had a miscalculated expression on his face, it's over, he forgot that there is a girl here!

"Then you..."

"Ah," Feng rested his forehead with the back of his hand without emotion, "Instructor, I don't think I've recovered from my illness...cough cough, maybe it was the day I saved someone, I was too tired..."

"Maple!" Hagiwara quickly understood, "Don't force yourself!"

I have to say that his acting skills are much better than Feng's, but he used too much force. It seems that Feng is not recovering from a minor illness, but dying from a serious illness.

"Feng, are you okay?" Jing Guang turned sideways to look worriedly.

"Report to the instructor, I think it's unreasonable to punish a weak girl who just saved someone from getting sick!"

Date reported to Onizuka with a straight face.

Matsuda trembled all over, "weak", thanks to the class monitor, he could say it.

Feng clasped his heart in both hands cooperatively and coughed twice.

Onizuka's face twisted instantly, his voice was completely in sync with Matsuda's - if Feng was weak, all the boys in the class could be considered weak!

"I don't think it's better than this, let Shancun students be responsible for testing our work."

Furutani Rei also proposed with an upright face.

"...You guys have a good idea!" Onitsuka blows his beard and stares, "Forget about the mountain village, go back and 'rehabilitate', five of you, don't even try to run away!"

Feng, who escaped the catastrophe, couldn't bear to be beaten when walking, she bumped into Hagiwara: "Thank you Hagiwara, thanks to your quick response just now!"

"Weak," Matsuda rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, "Squad leader, how did you come up with this adjective?"

"Why didn't you think of it?" Itahang was full of doubts, "Feng is very weak."

The five people stopped in their tracks, and they carefully observed the monitor's expression—he was serious!

……

"Oh, so the monitor is the only one who has a girlfriend."

Feng swaggered towards the school gate.

"I'm going out."

After a long absence, Feng went to the club - a professional club of Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu.

"Miss, do you want to apply for an annual card?" The front desk registered her and recommended with a smile, "If you do it now, there will be a [-]% discount, and many tutors will teach in person!"

"Excuse me," Feng took out his coaching card, "I'm a coach."

The new receptionist's eyes widened, and he looked up and down the delicate, fair, slender and petite girl in front of him—compared with the other big men in the jujitsu hall, Feng's petite is an appropriate description.

After all, this is the most professional and highest-level jujitsu gym in Tokyo.

"Hey, long time no see, isn't this Feng!" A man with a brown belt around his waist came out of the museum, "I heard that you are going to be a policeman, how do you feel? Do you have time to come and learn from each other?"

His chest was wide open, his skin color was light brown from sun exposure, and his white Taoist uniform could not conceal his strong muscles. When he walked, his head reflected the white light above his head, which made people's eyes hurt.

The front desk opened its mouth wide - he is one of the master figures in this restaurant!A Jiu-Jitsu master who has participated in countless competitions!Ordinary students let alone fight against him, and even his classes can only be listened to after at least the advanced blue belt.

"Are you registered?"

Feng knocked on the table helplessly, she was used to it every time she changed to a new front desk.

Better than being chased to sell fitness classes when you go to the gym.

"Sweaty, stay away from me."

Feng squeezed her nose away from her senior brother—that is, the one with the brown belt. He was seven years older than Feng. When Feng started to learn from Barou, he was already attacking the purple belt.

But when Feng reached the blue belt level in a month, he began to pester Feng to fight shamelessly, without the slightest awareness that he was an elder.

Feng was only 12 years old at that time!

But Feng also had to admit that there was a master who fought against mad demons against her, and her Ba Rou improved very quickly, and more than half of her skills were learned when fighting against her seniors.

Not only that, the senior brother is very measured in his strikes, and he has never beaten outside the boundaries. This also makes Feng unable to develop "wrestling ears" even after studying Barou for so long.

——After all, except for the senior brother and the master, everyone else can only be rubbed by Feng.

"It doesn't matter, it's just like this when you play a game," the senior brother said carelessly, "Anyway, there is a laundry next to it, and you don't have Taoist uniforms left in the hall. Don't you go to a police academy, and you can still read it?" Cleanliness?"

He forcibly took Feng to the gym: "I haven't been here for several months, brother must check whether your skills have deteriorated."

"I think, if you have regressed, you can ask the guys over there."

Feng was dragged into the arena by his senior brother with his dead fish eyes hanging, and immediately saw the "mobile team preparations" forming a circle.

She showed her pointed canine teeth: "Isn't it?"

A group of big guys were scared away by a girl who looked thin and weak.

"I swear absolutely—no!"

One of the guys with the same bald head as his senior stretched out four fingers.

"Yamamura-san is also unstoppable in the police academy, invincible!"

That's right, these muscular gorillas knew Yamamura Kaede before entering the police academy - unilaterally through being beaten.

Which teenager who thinks he is very powerful would not want to fight with the girl who is called "the strongest" in the stadium?She still looks so weak.

Everyone who thought so was severely slapped in the face. Under the cross, everyone's screams were equal.

Brazilian jiu-jitsu has been the ground technique that has dominated MMA for a long time. It is a branch of jujitsu in judo. It is suitable for capture and arrest. Many "mobile team preparations" come here to learn it for comprehensive development, and then each of them is broken by girls. guts.

I want to ask why you didn't say it in the police academy?

On the one hand, it is embarrassing, on the other hand... as we all know, the newcomers cannot be left behind after being beaten.

"You still have the nerve to say it?" The senior brother didn't accept this, "Your classmates come to train every week, but you haven't been seen for several months."

In short, brother must fight with himself.

Feng tightened his purple belt dispensably. After warming up, he slightly lowered his center of gravity, and when he raised his head again, his expression was different.

It is a poisonous snake preparing to entangle its prey, a lion lying in ambush in the grass, a shark biting a giant whale—it is a hunter.

Every muscle and every nerve in her body is ready to defeat the opponent in front of her, even if the opponent is a brown belt one level higher than her, and is an experienced and bigger brother.

"That's it," the senior brother let out a breath, and also lowered his center of gravity, "It's really a joy that makes the hairs stand on end."