Conan: Nakamura-kun is forced to be almighty

Opening his eyes, Nakamura stood up, took out his uniform from the closet and put it on.

The bell rang quickly, urging the students who were still in the dormitory building.

Taking three steps at a time, he quickly ran downstairs to the training ground.

Instructor Onizuka in front blew his whistle, "Those behind, run faster, there are still 10 seconds left."

"10,9,8,7...3,2,1."

Nakamura stepped on the dead line and rushed into the team. Before he could take a breath, he heard the next command.

"Everyone gather together, run three thousand meters with heavy loads, and let's go!"

Nakamura had to run out with the crowd.

He ran in the middle position in an orderly manner, neither ahead nor behind.

In the distance, you can see the backs of several influential people in front of you. They are chatting and running with ease.

Nakamura exclaimed that the physical strength of these people was really good.

I finally managed to wait until the morning exercise was over and dragged my steps to the cafeteria for breakfast.

Carrying the dinner plate, I walked to a secluded spot covered by pillars and enjoyed my breakfast alone.

After breakfast, we headed to the classroom.

He didn't communicate with anyone the whole time, and no one greeted him.

Nakamura has long been accustomed to this kind of life. He sat in his seat, rested for a while, and waited for the theory class to start.

As soon as the class started, instructor Onizuka immediately announced that starting today, the course would be aligned with work.

Courses such as bomb disposal theory, negotiation theory, and communication theory are arranged.

While Nakamura was listening to the lecture, he was writing and drawing on scratch paper and calculating financial issues.

He made an appointment with several "family members" to open a handicraft shop, and one brother would take care of it, while the others would invest part of it as compensation.

70% of the income is divided equally among the five people, and the remaining 30% is given to the orphanage for use in the operation of the orphanage.

"Nakamura, you play the role of the negotiator."

"Hi!" Nakamura stood up when he heard his name.

He had listened to the speeches of several classmates in front of him. Although his main focus was on calculating the funds, he was not at a loss.

The robber played by instructor Onizuka has already begun to make his own demands.

Nakamura polished his words based on the strengths and weaknesses of the previous classmates.

The answer was quite satisfactory, with nothing wrong with it, but nothing too bright.

After two rounds of answering questions, Instructor Onitsuka asked him to sit down, and then asked other students to show their opinions. After all was completed, he commented on the performance of each student.

Only a few people received praise, most people put forward targeted suggestions for correction, but a handful of people were severely criticized.

Nakamura noticed that one of the few people with curly hair was one of the most influential people in the same period.

Curly Hair was scolded at the same time but he didn't feel any pain at all and still wanted to argue.

He was stopped by the half-long hair behind him who pulled his clothes at the same time.

Nakamura glanced at it twice, then looked away indifferently and continued his calculations.

Using class time plus a break, after calculation, his fund gap is not big, which can be closed by processing the orders on hand.

The next class is bomb disposal theory.

Without the interference of other things, I have time to concentrate on listening.

The theoretical course on splitting orders requires science and engineering knowledge, which was a subject that Nakamura was good at in high school.

Although I no longer study in college, I have not forgotten everything.

After listening to it, I found that bomb defusing is quite interesting and the theory is quite simple.

All in all, bomb disposal can be completed by cutting off the line that detonates the electric detonator.

The difficulty lies in identifying the various lines.

When the instructor asked people to go up and simulate bomb disposal, Nakamura did not raise his hands, but some people raised their hands high and were quite active.

Nakamura took a closer look and found that he had curly hair and semi-long hair at the same time as before. He couldn't remember his name clearly, and he wouldn't have anything to do with him anyway.

The instructor guided the two men in bomb disposal while explaining to the students below.

Both of them had dexterous hands and dismantled it very smoothly. Several waves of people came up to demonstrate, and Nakamura kept paying attention.

A few people clumsily made the instructors so angry that their voices raised a few points, and Nakamura also wanted to try it himself.

Before he could raise his hand, he noticed the sight of all the students below stretching their necks.

When he went up to defuse bombs, people were watching him. He might not be able to do it better than those classmates who were not very agile, so he gave up.

The theoretical course is over and there is a practical training course in the afternoon.

Today we will conduct motorcycle training, which is a common means of transportation for the Kyoban police.

It is closely related to Nakamura's future work, so he naturally studied it seriously and finally performed it decently.

The day at the police academy was finally over. When he returned to the dormitory, Nakamura immediately pulled out a small basket.

Take two skewers and knit the unfinished hat and tote bag.

His current client is a lady in her forties. Her usual leisure and entertainment consists of drinking afternoon tea with ladies of the same age, walking her pets, and passing the time.

It was introduced by Nakamura's previous customer, and he was specifically told not to use the same style as others.

There are many such status-conscious customers in Nakamura.

With money and leisure, they are no longer satisfied with high-end luxury brands, but prefer customization or features.

Nakamura's hand-woven accessories, which favor retro pastoral style, are unexpectedly popular among them.

Nakamura accepted this calmly.

In order to survive, he worked hard on patterns and color matching.

In his daily life, apart from studying, he spends most of his rest time in various jewelry stores or shopping malls.

It's a pity that the older sister of the same age is far away due to work and can no longer pretend to be a couple with him.

It always seems awkward for a marriageable man to go to the women's accessories section alone.

In theory, the products are open to the public, and no one will stop customers from entering.

However, when a man goes to hang out, he will always get a little more attention from the salesperson.

There are always enthusiastic salesmen coming to ask questions about his girlfriend's preferences and trying to sell more expensive products.

Recalling those embarrassing scenes, Nakamura felt uncomfortable.

Nakamura sincerely prayed: "Go to the police station as soon as possible. With a fixed income, you don't need to continue to hang out in such places." ]

His thoughts were running wild, but his hands kept moving, and he was about to weave a conclusion.

Change the thread of another color to weave the texture on it.

It takes several hours to complete the overall shape of a hat, and then it takes a few days to knit various patterns and the result is ready.

Rubbing his eyes, he climbed into bed tiredly and fell into a deep sleep.

The days repeat themselves day by day, and the life of the police academy is gradually coming to an end.

Life in Nakamura hasn't changed much. The store has saved up funds and is just waiting for others to be ready to open it.

If the opening of the store goes smoothly, the dean and the nurse can rest for a while without having to work so hard.

At the graduation sports meeting, Nakamura's test scores were quite satisfactory, not bad but not too good either. He could be assigned to a police station in a decent district to live out his retirement.

He took a look at other people's test scores.

The brightest star is undoubtedly the blond guy of the same generation. Not only is his hair color eye-catching, but his achievements are also unparalleled. Most of his peers can't even compare.

Basically, he won first place in every participating event, with the exception of bomb disposal and pistol test.

Bomb Disposal only got third place, and the first and second places were taken by Curly Hair and Semi-Long Hair respectively at the same time.

In the gun skills test, he won the first place in the accuracy of the short-range pistol, but the first place in the mid-range and long-range was taken away by the blue cat eye at the same time.

As for the squad leader, who looks simple and honest, his performance is also good, and he did not fall behind the top three in the projects he participated in.

The five influential figures in the class are indeed worthy of their reputation.

I heard that those five people had been invited by relevant departments long before graduation, and their futures are bright.

Nakamura, like most others in the same period, has little hope for early invitations and can wait for the allocation results with peace of mind.

No matter how remote the police station is, he still has a fixed income to support himself. It cannot be worse than his precarious education.

The graduation ceremony was held in the auditorium. Nakamura and other contemporaries all wore formal uniforms and were full of energy.

The bald leader above was chattering away, talking about police oaths, obligations and other brainwashing words.

Nakamura yawned and braced himself.

In order to catch up on the progress last night, I stayed up until early in the morning. Listening to such non-nutritious topics was really hypnotic.

Encouraged to persevere until the end, Nakamura and Onitsuka took a group photo.

He stood on the left side of the third row, calmly staring at the camera. He was not amused by "Cheese", nor did he make any silly gestures like others.

When I take this graduation photo back, it will just sit in a corner and gather dust.

The class group photo was over, and good friends made appointments in twos and threes to take photos.

Nakamura didn't need to waste time here. He went back to the dormitory, picked up his luggage that he had already packed, and walked towards the door.

By chance, onlookers witnessed the scene of five influential figures taking a group photo while holding their certificates.

They smiled happily and were quite capable and handsome.

Nakamura felt that several of them were shining.

Stare at it for a few seconds, then turn around and leave, disappearing into the silent street, away from the hustle and bustle of the police academy.