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

"Sun Xia Tang."

In the long-lost rain, everyone stood quietly holding black umbrellas.

"Feng, long time no see."

The black umbrella in the man's hand was tilted slightly. After he changed into a black suit, which was always casually dressed, he had an indescribably treacherous temperament. It seemed that the sharpness hidden under the clothes was highlighted by the black.

"You guys are much better than me."

He threw a white rose in his hand towards the grave.

"I'm just here to give a little gift that is better than nothing... For them, the results of the four classes are now the best memorial."

"That's all we can think of."

Feng is also wearing a black suit, not a skirt, black trousers wrapping her straight and slender legs, and a white silk flower on her chest trembles gently in the wind.

She tied her half-length hair into a bun, and her simple and capable appearance was somewhat similar to that of Mieko Yamamura.

This is a grand farewell ceremony.

In a big confrontation with the Yakuza, sacrifices are always inevitable, and they should not be easily forgotten.

As the head of the class, Feng presided over the entire funeral, and she could also feel the pressure of several lives on her shoulders. She was the head of the class, the officer in charge of the whole class, and the people who died were all her subordinates.

Feng is not good at remembering people, but she engraved these young or old faces deeply in her mind.

She needs to keep in mind that every decision she makes will have consequences.

"The House of Representatives convened a provisional Congress. After tonight, the "Violent Group Exclusion Act" should be introduced."

Feng nodded to the people coming and going.

"...Did you put pressure on the congressmen?" Ri Xiatang looked sideways, "Yesterday, they still said that they have to wait for the Congress after the New Year."

"Half and half," Feng's mouth twitched, and then quickly suppressed, "Although it is indeed what I mean."

In fact, such energy is not something that Feng, who is in his twenties, can do.

The person who did this was Kaede's mother, Mieko Yamamura.

As the world's top surgeon, the head of the Tokyo Ninzuzu Hospital, there are countless high-ranking officials and dignitaries who have undergone surgery under her hands. Just a few phone calls can produce a huge chemical reaction.

Whether it is money or power, it always seems so small in front of life.

She and Feng said "Fly", but the second half of the sentence that was hidden was "Family will always be her backing."

In addition, the Kuroki Group, the Suzuki Consortium, and the Atobe Consortium publicly stated that they would draw a line with violent groups. As the largest consortiums in the country, the signals they voluntarily released are enough to make banks who want to "do business" with Yakuza weigh in. Own.

The exclusion bill mainly cuts off Yakuza's connection with other companies, as well as the bank's loans, savings and other businesses. The bankers did not obstruct it, and the bill was naturally passed quickly.

Since then, the Yakuzas will not be free to open bank accounts, buy bonds or engage in other economic activities. At the same time, excessive violence will also be included in the surveillance of the police. Perhaps violent groups will not disappear in this era, but there is no In the next generation, the next generation, the organizations whose interests can be said will eventually leave people's field of vision.

Of course, this also requires a more stable social situation, which can make life easier for single-parent families, unemployed people, and orphans...or in other words, enough conditions to survive.

"When the bill is promulgated, the fourth division of the team will undergo a reorganization." Feng took a deep breath, and Asahi Xiatang issued an invitation, "At that time, the general affairs division, special search team and departments for different incidents will be formally established. Zha's influence has come to an end, but there are still many 'half gray' areas, including some anti-social organizations that are not registered as violent groups... Do you want to come back?"

"It looks good—but," Ri Xiatang tapped the umbrella handle with his fingertips, "I forgot to tell you."

"I am now a member of the Cyber ​​Crime Countermeasures Section of the Ministry of Public Security."

"That's it." Feng frowned and looked at the streaks of rain outside the umbrella, "That's fine."

After the fall of Brahma, the head of the aircraft head submitted his resignation and returned to his hometown. He was hit in the right leg during this operation, but it seemed that after the injury, the head of the aircraft head was in a better mood.

Fuji returned to Saitama, and according to what she said, there were still people she couldn't let go of at the police station over there.

Minamoto stayed in Tokyo—his stepfather also died under the hands of Yakuza. He always said he didn't care, but in fact he cared very much.

The rest of the people stayed in the group pairing class, and almost none of the people who searched the fourth class did not leave.

Feng was thinking about something in his mind, staring intently at the blue sky outside, and suddenly found——

It is bright.

"Chairman, do you have a rest in the afternoon?"

After the farewell ceremony, many people came to say hello to Feng, some were acquaintances from the Metropolitan Police Department, and some were people who came to brush their faces in front of the new police officer.

"Well, I have something to deal with."

"Oh, let's go first!"

After Feng said this, most of the people left wisely.

"Awaited."

Feng, who got rid of a large group of people, finally walked to the red Chevrolet, the window was rolled down, and Gao Ming was also wearing a black suit.

He took off the wet white silk flowers on Feng's chest, and brushed away the hair sticking to her cheeks.

"It's not long, let's get in the car."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to make it in time." Feng put on his seat belt, "If we pass by now, it should be just right."

There is only one thing she specially asked Gao Ming to do this afternoon——

Kotaro's teaching tour day!

"Xiao Taro, you live alone! Will your parents come today?"

The boy poked him with his arm, but he got excellent grades, Kotaro who was always praised by the teacher.

"This is the first parent visit day since elementary school. It would be too miserable if no parents came..." He turned his head to seek the approval of the little girl at the back table, "Do you think so, Sakura?"

The little girl lowered her head and did not answer him.

"I don't care about such things."

Kotaro packs his pencil case, and the first visiting class is an art class.

Yesterday, Mr. Kano was suddenly arrested by the editor and unable to catch up with the manuscript, and the rest of the adults were also very busy.

Kotaro doesn't intend to cause trouble for everyone, not to mention that this is just a teaching visit, and it is not a mandatory parent meeting.

"Cut, it's boring..."

The parents gradually entered the classroom, and the little boy was quickly stopped by his mother, who diverted his attention.

Most of the parents who came in greeted their children first, and almost everyone was called by name, except for Kotaro and... the cherry tree Yaeka in the back seat.

Kotaro looked sideways, and found that there seemed to be tears in Yaehua's eyes with her head down.

"Okay, it's almost time for people to come, so let's start..."

The teacher looked around on the podium and decided to start the class.

"Sorry!" A young man with blue hair and rimless glasses suddenly appeared at the door, "I'm late."

He was wearing a blue coat and a pure white underwear, smiling shyly, showing slightly sharp canine teeth.

"I am the parent of Sakura Yaeka."

"Kirishima!"

Kotaro looked at Yaehua who was sleepy, his eyes suddenly became bright, and he turned his head.

It's great that Yaehua's parents are here.

"It's okay," the teacher smiled, "you just go to the back."

"Thank you, teacher!"

"Then let's go next..."

"Sorry!" The door that Kirishima just closed was swiped open, and a female voice and the class bell rang at the same time, "We are late, teacher!"

"We are Kotaro's parents."

Feng waved at Kotaro, who was sitting upright, and smiled at the child's expression unchanged, but his eyes suddenly lit up.

When she recovered, she suddenly met the eyes of the man blocking the door.

Blue hair, glasses, and chain tattoos on his wrists... Isn't this guy one of the most influential figures among delinquent boys in the past, and now he is known as the "Demon of the Sakura Group" Yakuza, Toru Kirishima!

She narrowed her eyes for a moment.

After being interrupted twice, the teacher looked over helplessly——

what! !

What kind of parent is that!Why are you wearing a black suit!Both parents!And it looks so scary...

"No, it's okay," the teacher's voice became trembling, "you, you can watch the children in class from behind."

"That's it," Feng withdrew his gaze, "Thank you, teacher, for causing you trouble."

"Little things, little things."

Kaede and Kirishima walked to the back one after the other as if they didn't know each other.

Gao Ming smiled reassuringly at the teacher from behind her: "We came here from the funeral just now, and we may be dressed more seriously."

"That's it."

The teacher breathed a sigh of relief, she thought the couple was Yakuza... Fortunately, if there are black parents in her class, she is still a little scared.

The class started smoothly.

"...Big Sister! Why are you here?"

When Feng arrived at the rear, a group of parents unconsciously gave up their seats, so it was obvious that the only one remained in place.

"It's me," the woman with exquisite make-up and perfume that can tire people pointing to herself, "I'm from Yamabuki."

She hesitated to think, maybe it was because her nose moved so much a few years ago that the eldest sister didn't recognize her?But she was also one of the leaders of bad girls back then... Should, shouldn't?

"Which one is your child?" She wanted to grab Feng's hand affectionately, but Feng sideways dodged it, "The eldest sister's child must be very good, and it would be nice if he can make friends with my brat. .”

Seeing Gao Ming who was wearing the same black suit as Feng, her eyes lit up.

"Is that your husband, big sister? That's great. I'm here with you. You must have a very good relationship."

As she talked, she really felt a little envious.

"Hmm..." Feng was a little overwhelmed, and responded vaguely, "It's about the same."

When the time for free visits came, she immediately bid farewell to this old classmate and walked to Kotaro's side with brisk steps.

The subject of the art class assigned by the teacher is to draw a picture of something I like.

Standing behind Kotaro, Feng took a look, and it turned out to be General Superman.

With the usual teaching of Kano, a cartoonist, Kotaro's drawing skills also improved rapidly, and he quickly finished drawing Shogun Superman.

"Your Excellency Feng," he showed Feng the painting, "this painting is for you."

"Your Excellency Feng is also a general superman."

he said seriously.

A few days ago, Mr. Kano had been explaining Feng's situation on TV to him, so when Feng appeared, Kotaro knew...Your Excellency Feng, she must have completed her task.

"Thank you, Kotaro."

Feng touched his head.

However, Kotaro tugged on her sleeve, making Feng bend down.

"So, Your Excellency Feng," he glanced at Gao Ming behind Feng, and whispered in her ear, "Have you given the ring to Your Excellency Gao Ming?"

He blinked his eyes: "Are you going to 'make a couple'?"

"Cough." Caught off guard, Feng was choked, "You..."

She remembered that Gao Ming used this ancient poem when explaining "marriage" to Xiao Taro.

The knot is a husband and wife, and there is no doubt about love.

Before she could explain, Kotaro had already looked at the ring on her hand and nodded.

"I understand."

... No, what do you know? !

Feng felt that after seeing each other for several years, there was a generation gap between her and Kotaro.

It's really sad.

But the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl up, watching Xiaotaro slowly tidy up the things on the table, chatting with other students from time to time.

Beside him is the aroma of children's milk, childish voices are flying around, parents are praising their children, and the classroom is peaceful.

The sky outside was as blue as washing, and a flying bird flew by, cutting through the clouds that were as thin as white gauze.

Perhaps, compared to the bill, such a peaceful and carefree environment is the sacrifice that can best comfort the sacrificed policemen.