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

"It turned out to be discovered," Hagiwara supported his head in the audience, "Is it because you are too conspicuous?"

"But I've already put on my sunglasses." Matsuda didn't take off his sunglasses here, "Shouldn't Feng be able to recognize her—it hurts so much, what are you doing, Feng! It's too violent."

"Do you think you are a superman* with a red cape? I can't recognize you with glasses!"

"But the last time you were in front of the convenience store, weren't you..."

"That was an accident!"

"It's a quarrel," Muku was not surprised. As the culprit, she was very leisurely. "Your name is Ninzu Yushi. Did you live in Osaka before?"

"That's right, you are Ming Piaosang that my cousin said." He greeted Liang politely, "It's better to meet after hearing about it for a long time, hello."

"Feng's relatives are so polite, I'm not used to it," Muku was a little dazed, "Hello, Ninzu-kun."

"I want to ask, Feng's motor nerves are very good, but in terms of jumping, can he really teach others?"

Jiang Guling was a little worried.

"You can rest assured about this," but Muku was full of confidence, "Aside from other things, Feng is a real expert in jumping skills."

As soon as the words fell, they saw that in the center of the LED snow-white light, Feng directly rose from the ground, spun twice in the air and landed lightly.

Like a star falling from the sky, a bright light flashed across the world. At the end of the moment, Jiang Gu Ling almost thought that she was going to bow to the audience.

Matsuda straightened his back all of a sudden, he remembered that night, Feng approached quietly, and then jumped up to subdue himself.

He had no doubts that with Feng's current jumping height, she could definitely jump to the enemy's neck, and then strangle him with her thighs.

As long as you have seen such a beautiful jump, no one will doubt that this is definitely a skill that can only be practiced under professional training!

"Long time no see..."

Beside Fugu Rei, Muku held half of his face with one hand, his eyes full of nostalgia.

"It's still so pretty."

"Amazing!"

Looking at Feng's jumping, Xiang Ri has longing stars in his eyes.

"How the hell did it happen!"

"Want to learn?" Feng slid up the little boy with one hand, "Then let's show off your jumping first."

"Okay!"

Xiangri is eager to try.

Seeing the one big and one small jumping one after another, Jiang Gu Ling felt relieved.

"However, has tennis reached the point where this kind of jumping technique is used?"

"I think this is because Kohidake is a player who is good at trick tennis and is characterized by his magnificent flight in the air."

Suddenly, a man with a camera hanging around his neck appeared. He looked at several police students warily, and quickly took out his press card.

"I'm Inoue, a reporter from the tennis newspaper. I just passed by by chance this time. I didn't expect to see the main selection of the new generation of Heidei and...Mr. Furutani Rei, who once won the National Youth Tennis Championship and is now admitted to the police academy."

"Excuse me, are you here to guide any junior?"

Maybe it was the reporter's professionalism, although he was stared at by the police school students, but he still dutifully asked his own question.

"Looking at the situation, I know that it's not me who guides others." Rei Fuguya looked at the rest of the teenagers whose hands were itchy after seeing the tennis court, and smiled, "And they don't seem to need it very much." my guidance."

Even Ninja Yuuji was pulled onto the field, and the battle with Atobe began.

"My uncle thinks what your sister said is very good," Atobe threw out his coat, "If you are afraid of being seen through, you must constantly exceed your limits!"

"That's the only way to call it gorgeous! Now, Huadi?"

"Yes." Birch skillfully caught the coat.

"It's really youthful."

Matsuda was half paralyzed on the chair in the stand. Although Furuya couldn't continue to give instructions, after Feng beckoned, he went to play tennis with the little boy named Ryo Shishido.

Why did Shishido Ryo's friend Kohidake be practicing jumping with Feng now, and the only one who is good at playing tennis is Fubuya Rei.

"Isn't the duty of our police officers to protect such youth?" Jing Guang looked at the active teenagers with a smile on his face, "I feel very happy to see that the protected people can spend their youth and future freely."

"As expected of Jing Guang, enlightenment is different!"

Hagiwara said.

"If it was Ling and Feng, they would say the same," Jing Guang sighed, "The two of them are the ones who engrave justice in their hearts."

And then they saw—

Jiang Guling smashed without hesitation, beating the boy with the pigtails until his eyes widened and his mouth puckered.

Yamamura Feng jumped up casually, Gao Piaoyuan was excellent, but the red-haired sister was constantly pointing out her mistakes, and she looked aggrieved and wanted to cry.

"Really?" Muku asked, "The two of them seem to be bullying junior high school students."

"And he looks happy."

Matsuda made up the knife silently.

The driver of Atobe's family sent several people back to the police academy, just before the curfew.

"Huh, finally caught up."

Feng turned the car key in her hand and found that her Ducati had been properly parked in the shed.

...and even did a full cleaning and maintenance.

As expected of the Atobe family!

"It's just a small matter. Tonight you helped my members improve their strength. My uncle can still fight against the winner of the national competition. This is more worthwhile than asking the driver to take you all."

The little boy said so, and then avoided Feng's claws.

"But next time we meet, don't mess with my uncle's hairstyle anymore!"

"Okay~" Feng bid farewell to the boys in the tennis club, "Yushi has also been taken care of!"

She didn't forget to cue her cousin who was rubbed against by the minister for a long time tonight.

"We must work harder in the future!"

Maybe only someone like my cousin would say such things to the "genius" player, Yushi Ninzu.

And he couldn't refute it.

After Feng washed off her sweat and delicate makeup, she seemed to wake up from a sweet dream.

Tonight's jump, I have to say it's been a long time, maybe it's because of seeing a good seed. Although she knows that the other party plays tennis, she still can't help but want to instill all the things she has learned to the other party.

In fact, he is still a half-baked guy.

Walking out of the bathroom, the cool night wind blows away the hot air, Feng simply walked slowly along the path in the school, waiting for the hair to be completely dried.

Before she knew it, she walked near the public phone.

Today is Friday, the school has already let go of mobile phones, and naturally there is no one here.

But this place is remote, much quieter than other places, so Feng slowly leaned against the wall, staring at the endless night sky outside.

Those once, star-like thoughts, like the night sky tonight, are suppressed by a bright moon.

She slowly slid down the wall until she was in the posture of a down and out homeless man leaning on a subway station.

"...Yes, so I want to ask tomorrow, who is that man with strange tattoos?"

Feng was awakened by a familiar voice, is this Jing Guang?

She actually fell asleep in this corner. I have to say why homeless people like corners, it's really warm and comfortable.

Dazedly thinking about four or six things, Feng wanted to speak, but his eyelids and vocal cords were extremely heavy.

"I think I remembered those details!"

Jing Guang's suddenly raised voice made Feng completely awake. In the quiet night, she could hear the words on the other side of the phone clearly.

"Don't ask me to discuss it without considering it because you are eager to get results... That house itself is decorated in a Western style. *"

This voice sounded cold and rational, and through the phone, there was a kind of distortion after electromagnetic processing.

Judging from Jing Guang's expression, he was also quite disappointed, but he still nodded and said, "I see, brother."

He was silent for a while, as if he was also haunted by this silent night-gaunt.

Feng knocked out a little sound.

"Who?...Maple?"

"Sorry, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose, I just fell asleep here accidentally," she put on a pitiful look, "But Jing Guang...can you give me a hand?"

She squatted in the corner for too long, and she couldn't get up.

Because he didn't know how much Feng heard, Jing Guang was a little at a loss, but he still stretched out his hand according to his words, and easily pulled up Feng, who was not heavy.

"Why do you fall asleep in this kind of place? You'll catch a cold."

"Because I was thinking about something, I fell asleep without knowing it. But, Jing Guang, you..."

Feng patted the ashes off his body and looked towards Jing Guang.

The four eyes met, and Jing Guang looked away.

"Well, whatever you don't want to say is fine."

With one hand propped up to the edge of the window, there are several floors of sky behind, but Feng found a comfortable position to sit down.

"But, would you like to hear another story," she laughed, with a pointed canine tooth protruding, "I think you will like this story."

"...Okay then." Jing Guang looked at Feng worriedly, "But you should get off the window sill first, it's too dangerous."

"...All right," Feng sighed, jumped off, and put away his smile, "Let me think about it, where should I start?"

"Let's start with a box of frosted cookies."

Neither of them noticed that on the phone beside them, the word "calling" was still flashing with a faint blue light.