bookworm

Compared with the first and second grades, life in the third year of senior high school is indeed much harder. The uninterrupted quizzes and mock exams made many students secretly suffer.

But the strange thing is that even in such a busy situation, everyone's enthusiasm for club activities is still high, and they still go to club activities on a regular basis every day as before.

The tennis team led by Atobe is also one of them. They seem to be preparing for the next national competition, and the intense training is repeated.

When Feng Fengxian has nothing to do, he will go to the tennis club to sit down for a while, talk to Feng and the others, and wait for the classmates from the Atobuba to go home together.

"Feng, what do you want to do in the future?" He suddenly thought of this question that has been bothering him from time to time recently, so he asked Feng Changtaro who was sitting beside him.

Feng thought for a while, then scratched his head with a smile: "Hmm... this question seems difficult to answer, but I will probably become a lawyer."

lawyer?

Feng Feng didn't expect this answer, "I thought you'd rather be a pianist or a tennis player."

Feng shook his head and said seriously: "Maybe, but compared to these, I want to become a qualified lawyer."

"Why? You obviously play the piano so well..."

Feng Feng was a little confused. From his point of view, Feng Tian was supposed to be a musician. Why did he give up his absolute advantage and pursue an irrelevant career?

"It's different. Tennis and piano are both my hobbies, but they are not equal to my ideal." Feng explained to him.

Feng Feng was silent, and nodded half understanding.

"What are you talking about?" Atobe finished today's training and returned to the rest area with Renzu, and then saw Feng Feng who didn't know what Hefeng was talking about.

"Senior, Feng Feng will ask me about my future volunteer plans."

Atobu turned his head to look at Feng Feng, he really had a gloomy expression on his face, he couldn't help frowning: "What kind of unglamorous expression do you have?"

Feng Feng raised his head sadly, "Atobe, what is your ideal then?"

Atobe raised his head and said proudly: "I have no ideals, because those will become reality."

"Sooner or later, the Atobe Foundation will reach its peak under my hands."

He spoke with great vigor and high spirits, and Feng Feng couldn't help feeling that this was the demeanor a young man should have.

Renzu thought of something, rolled his eyes and asked, "Doesn't Feng Feng know his wish?"

Not speaking is equivalent to acquiescing.

"What about yours?" he asked back.

"I'm probably going to be a doctor, well, maybe it doesn't matter." Renzu laughed, and said lightly with his shoulders on his shoulders, "It seems that you are very distressed."

Feng Feng held his head and lowered his head in frustration. Compared with these ideal and ambitious people, he was really too corrupt and incompetent.

"Speaking of which, what exactly do you want to do?" Xiang Riyue didn't know when to intervene. He obviously didn't have a particularly good relationship with Feng Feng before, but now he is the one who is the most gossip.

"Ah?" Feng Feng looked at him innocently.

Xiang Riyue knocked him on the head: "Why are you so stupid! For example, what did you want to do when you were a child, is there anything you really want to accomplish!"

When I was young...

Feng Feng remembered that when he was in elementary school, he once wrote an essay called "My Ideal". The children in the class all expressed their great ambitions with pride, such as scientists, astronauts, teachers, and great writers. Wait, wait, etc., but little Feng Feng thought about it seriously for a long time, and wrote down his wish very seriously——

I want to be a little monster, and then save the earth with Ultraman and become a big hero.

Then he was ruthlessly criticized by teachers and classmates, saying that he was not in a high ideological and moral realm, and that he was not an excellent member of the Communist Youth League, so he was forced to rewrite the article and finish the story.

Speaking of which, becoming a kind and just little monster is also my wish, right?

As soon as he opened his mouth to speak, Atobe blocked him coldly: "If you want to talk about your absurd and not gorgeous idea, I advise you not to speak."

Feng Feng closed his mouth sullenly, then stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his butt, and mercilessly gave Atobe a merciless back view.

"Hehe, is he... angry?" Ninzuzu looked at Atobe amusedly, "Don't you need to go and see?"

Atobe glanced at him sideways, "Ninzu, are you too busy?"

"My uncle, I will take good care of you. If you have nothing to do, just run around the playground ten laps first." Then he took a tennis racket and gave Renzu a noble and glamorous back.

Shinobu: "..."

Feng Feng carried his schoolbag on his back and walked towards the gate. Although he shouldn't be sulking at Atobe, he needs to think about it calmly now, otherwise this problem will always be entrenched in his heart like a demon. think.

"Master Feng! We found you!" There were two familiar voices behind Feng Feng.

Ah, it turned out to be two new members.

Miyamoto dragged Ikeda and ran over excitedly, "Master Feng, where are you going?"

Although I corrected them, don't call yourself "adult", he and them are of the same generation, but it seems that these two people don't listen at all, insisting that "adult" is an honorific name in Japan, so they don't change their words.

Feng Feng had no choice but to let them go.

"I'll go out for a stroll, you guys go back." Feng Feng turned around and said.

"Master Feng, is there something on your mind?" Miyamoto was very enthusiastic, and seemed to want to help his idol solve problems.

Feng Feng shook his head and refused, he really wanted to be alone for a while now, two more people would make him feel upset.

"Oh... that's right." Miyamoto looked very disappointed, "Then if you have any difficulties, Mr. Feng, you must come to us!"

Feng Feng smiled and nodded.Then, Miyamoto walked back to the school with Ikeda who stepped back three times.

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Sitting on a small stone bench in the park by the side of the road, Feng Feng propped his chin and looked at the people hurrying by. My face is filled with a sense of fulfillment after work, exhaustion, and hope for the future.

Feng Feng wondered if he would become one of them in the near future, with a job he wanted, with expectations for tomorrow, leaving early and returning late, but very happy.

"Alas..." Feng Feng sighed like an old man, it seemed that the number of times he sighed was really increasing.

"You young man, why are you sighing so decadently?" At some point, a cold and serious voice came.

Feng Feng was stunned, looked up, and saw an old man sitting next to him at some point, he looked very energetic, his eyes were as awe-inspiring as iron, when he looked at people, he couldn't help but make people feel In awe.

"Hello, Grandpa!" Feng Feng hurriedly got up and bowed.

The old man stared at Feng Feng with those weather-beaten but still sharp eyes, and his tone was still so blunt: "Hmph, you look cute at a young age. Unexpectedly, you don't study in school and come here to be lazy." !"

He probably regarded Feng Feng as a problem boy who played truant.

Feng Feng had no intention of explaining, he just stared at the stone bricks on the ground silently, his feet were still scratching and pulling.

The old man next to him looked at him for a while, then suddenly said again: "My grandson is about the same age as you."

Feng Feng turned his head: "Grandpa's grandson?"

"Ah, the only grandson of our Tezuka family!" The old man mentioned his grandson, his proud waist straightened.

In the following time, Feng Feng listened intermittently to the boy named "Tezuka Kunimitsu" about how outstanding he was, how good his conduct was, and how tenacious he was.

"Well, it's just a pity for the old injury on his arm, otherwise he would have been able to become a tennis player more smoothly." The grandfather named Tezuka sighed at this point, his tone full of worry.

Feng Feng nodded, "Your grandson is very good."

"At first, I really wanted him to follow the path of my father and me and become a glorious criminal police officer. What a pity!" Grandpa Tezuka raised his head, feeling quite regretful.

Interpol?

Feng Feng suddenly became infinitely curious about this word: "Grandpa, what is a criminal police officer?"

Grandpa Tezuka glanced at him, moved his beard in a circle, and then snorted coldly: "The criminal police is not something that ordinary people can do. Our duty is to fight against all dark and lawless evil forces, hunt down and investigate complicated cases, It exists to maintain law and order!"

Combat darkness... investigate cases... maintain law and order...

These words hit Feng Feng's heart one by one. I don't know why, when he heard the word "interpol", Feng Feng's whole body seemed to come out of cold water, his whole body shivered, and then his mind began to clear up When I got up, the fog that blocked my eyes began to slowly dissipate.

"I, I want to be a criminal police officer!" Feng Feng clenched his hands and said to himself.

Grandpa Tezuka looked at him like he was looking at a monster: "Little friend, do you know how difficult the police academy exam is? And we don't recruit children who will skip classes."

Feng Feng looked at him with bright eyes: "Grandpa, thank you, I will definitely work hard to become a qualified criminal policeman!"

Seeing Feng Feng running away excitedly, Tezuka Kuniichi's expression was very bewildered, he just... didn't seem to say anything, why does this child seem to have taken a stimulant?

"Grandpa, father asked me to take you home." Tezuka Kunimitsu stood respectfully under the streetlight, and said to his grandfather who was still in a daze on the chair.

"Ah, Kunimitsu, let's go back!" Tezuka Kuniichi stood up, and Xiongjiu left with his grandson in high spirits, quickly forgetting about that strange child.

Of course, what he doesn't know is that in the near future, that kid will really succeed in entering the National Police Academy with No.

Everything starts here.

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Feng Feng's diary:

XX month XX

The conversation with that old man today finally let me know what I have been confused about all this time. It turns out that I have never forgotten my childhood dream. I want to be a hero who punishes evil and promotes good.

Maybe Ultras really don't exist, but justice will always be in my heart. One day, I will definitely become a person with my feet on the blue sky.